The Fallout Trust hail from Bristol but have relocated to London and all
live in a house they have named "The Q Quarters". It's an aptly-named home
for a band that produces a strain of rock music that would find favor with Q
magazine's MOR readership. This is wide screen rock with the
rough edges planed off.
Joe Winter's vocal sits somewhere between Coldplay's Chris Martin and
the indie hysterics of The Tears' Brett Anderson. It's not a pleasant
sound. The song is built around a slight Athlete-styled riff, a little
bit off-centre but not enough to be scary. It builds with all the predictability of
a Barratt home: The guitars get louder, the strings kick in, the vocals push up
into a higher octave. Oh listen - they have thrown in a Franz Ferdinand-aping middle eight just to keep us on our toes.
I need more from my music than
second hand imitations of bands that themselves are too in love with the
classic rock canon. This is just too straight and plain ordinary.