This latest release from The Crescent is one of a sort of record that just begs the question: why? It's really a nondescript
jangly piece of indie pop that serves no purpose whatsoever.
The singer's
grating voice rasps over a leaden, workmanlike track. It could pass
for the b-side of some second rate Stone Roses cover band, but it all
just seems like to so much effort to go through, to release something so
unforgettable.
Perhaps that is their greatest trick. Literally within seconds of the
song ending, I was forced to replay the damn thing, as apart from some vague
memory of an unpleasant guitar, the song had gone straight in one ear and
out the other, a quality that I can only say on a repeat listen I was
entirely grateful for. Not so much a case of must do better, as must do
something.