London quartet Ghosts follow in the footsteps of the likes of Fun Lovin' Criminals or even Public Image Ltd by releasing a record of the same title as their band name, but it's safe to say that all comparisons with John Lydon's legendary post-punk geniuses end there.
Ghosts is a safe guitar rock borefest, incorporating all that's wrong with the British music scene (Fratellis, Kooks, Keane, The View et al) into three and a half minutes of pure tedium. Simon Pettigrew's vocals are the all too familiar whiny fare while the lyrics are nothing short of clichéd nonsense. Try "If God turned up today, could anybody think of anything clever to say?" The natural response to which would be: avoid buying any of Ghosts' output for a start.
The sort of record likely to be crackling from people's walkmans as they listen to Capital Radio on the way to work, it's as tedious as it is irrelevant. It'll be huge.
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