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6 out of 10
An odd number this, from Hull's 'punk-popsters'. Written in New York about 'major labels' (musical ones, we assume), it has a few recognisable NY strokes, together with the band's trademark rough sharpness. It's a pop paradox, though - if I can use that phrase without the muso police knocking the door in. Are the band derivative and proud of it? Are they having a dig at the cloning vats of the music industry by producing something that sounds like they should be called the Bloc Monkeys? Are they playing with the idea of being the Arctic Rutles? It's not clear, and the lyrics don't exactly help. Well, maybe that's the point. A crowd-pleasing three minutes of shouty pogo-pop which may or may not be taking the piss out of its inspiration. The Paddingtons sound like they're not afraid to bite the hand that could feed them, either way.
Listen: www.myspace.com/thepaddingtons
Tracklist:
1. What's The Point In Anything New
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