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It's inconceivable to me why anyone would think there is a market for fake punk in the 21st century. If nothing else the movement produced countless records recorded in someone's garage, and thousands of bands whose fame spread little further than their local pub, who are there for us to go and rediscover if we feel an urgent need.
And if people are frightened by rawness or immediacy (or like more coherent musicianship), there are plenty of very earnest indie bands offering bursts of energy and thrashy guitars who have filtered the effect of 1976 and let it inform their music. So you'd think everyone was well served. But we still have The Mighty Roars, a wailing woman blathering about I know or care not what on Sellotape without ever getting too shrill or uncomfortably out of control. And in the background there's what sounds like a bunch of session musicians' take on Punk Rock.
It feels even more ersatz when you hear the B-side, Jude and Sienna, which is just dull indie rock. Oh dear, oh dear, this just won't do.
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