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Foals might want a word, seeming these boys have ripped off their drum beat (there is only one – like Highlander). Oddly enough, the rest of the band seem to be oblivious to the erratic dance beat from the drummer. They’re rockers, except for the now necessary keyboardist thanks to the quite rubbish nu-rave scene. It’s a bit of a mess, really. Nothing really grabs you, like a cool bass line or a clangy guitar riff. It’s just a bit…meh (not sure if this can be used as a verb, but you get my drift).
The Faff really sound like an act destined to open for loads of people, but that’ll be it. Back to the rehearsal rooms, boys. Stop jumping on bangwagons, you’ll get exhausted. And a bit of a Faff.