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A Shoreditch indie-Cindy in tattoo tight red trousers, a Hadouken T-shirt, and a haircut so lopsided it must have been cut by someone with one leg three inches shorter than the other happily singing along to Hey Scenesters!. Forget ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife, and you've just sold your last knife to a spoon collector who only needed it for a spare, there's your definition of irony.
Oh yes, The Cribs are still determined to bite the hand which would love to tickle their soft underbelly and stroke their most private parts. But while they may be alone in fighting to upholding indies' honour, in terms of quality control The Cribs are rather Faberge like in their output.
Take this, the new AA-sided single from said Wakefield Lords. Our Bovine Public we already knew about: the bilious opening rant from their third treaty, it's still a scolding, coruscating masterpiece. As for the mockingly titled Don't You Wanna Be Relevant?, well, it's even better. A little bit like U2 if they weren't so unremittingly shit, it's catchier than tuberculosis. If you're a badger. On a cattle farm. What higher praise can there be than that?
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