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Glen Matlock is a British musician, songwriter, and producer, best known as the original…
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The Damned play their final show in Brisbane with their classic early 1980s line-up…
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BRIGHTON KOMEDIA: I have never felt very comfortable with my body. This feels like home.…
The opening song sounds like My Bloody Valentine. You may well be enthused by…
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The Guardian reckons he’s singing his outrage at US foreign policy, but it all sounds like cotton wool and bunnies from where I am.
There’s nothing wrong with Four. It’s a collection of solidly written, flawlessly performed indie rock songs that sound almost exactly like Muse, and therein lies the problem. There just isn’t any reason for Four to exist.
