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Dialogue driven post mod with a tingling swagger has been helping Mancunian heart-on-sleeve yelpers, The Courteeners match contemporaries such as The Rakes and The Cribs. ‘Acrylic’ builds in the frantic and panicking pitch of Liam Fray, around the spindling jingle of guitarist Conan Moores to make you feel like you’ve just been thrown out of a council house party.
A trickle of arrogance seeps out like smoke from a cigarette in an enclosed place. The Courteneers’ mission is to make the likes of The Twang’s brief flirtation with fame, shorter than even the biggest critics expected. There are new kids town.