The Unwinding Hours/ The Unwinding Hours

The Unwinding Hours
The Unwinding Hours
(Chemikal Underground Records)

Oh PLEASE! Give me a fucking break. This album blows BIG TIME.
Earnest much? Do they still make this sort of music? I thought we had eliminated guys like this from the public conscience. But here we are, doing more of, er, this. Fascinating!
They would like to be Sigur Ros as badly as Ollie Murs wishes he was Robbie Williams, but there’s just something missing. Sure, there is lush orchestration and violins, a piano and things like that, but that ain’t hard to come by. It’s all fairly pointless emotional drivel. Don’t get me wrong: I’m in tune with my emotions alright. I’ve seen Bridget Jones Diary.
Quivering, shimmering vocals from the lead singer, accompanied by a pretty bog standard guitar part, and drums that go ‘bang, LOUD bang, quiet bang, quiet bang, LOUD bang’. It’s a bit dull.
This month, we are going to learn how to make shiny metallic looking ears using the discarded promo CD.
Step 1: Snap the CD in two.
Step 2: Using each half of the CD, shiny side up, attach tape to them or glue if you’re in a permanent sort of mode, and stick them to your ears.
Now you have awesome half-CD ears and an amusing anecdote. Wicked.