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Ever get the feeling that you’ve heard something before? Perhaps it is just their incessant similarity to Keane; the piano crescendo that ends like a blunt knife; the obvious trouble reaching hideously high notes; Oh yes it’s here in this tiny little EMI package squished up like a sausage roll.
Grace are embarking on an October National tour with the Hoosiers (yes we worry about Ray too), and appear to be joining forces with Keane and the Feeling to put your temperate ear drums to sleep. It may just be this cynical writer’s perspective, but surely one Keane in this world is one too many? One last thought: Fern Cotton loves them- as good as reason as any not to!