The London dreamers have borrowed their favourite parts from music’s past to create a headrush of love and mysticism
ALL music is fake. That’s why they call it a performance; that’s why they call it an act.
Pop music that shits all over the tired, tepid male rock posturing of the other nine videos from a wonderfully giddy height.
Damn, I’m excited. We’re going to see Neil Diamond tonight!
Speaking as a Ramones and Undertones fan, I love a bit of self-parody, me. As long as it’s done straight.