Warpaint or Snorepaint?

Artrockers,
What? What's that? Sorry, I must have nodded off listening to Warpaint. I'm sure I'm not alone. The use of the word 'paint' is interesting in this context, as in: 'like watching paint dry'. A lot of apparently sensible people have been going on about this bunch like they're the second coming, even level-headed Paul Artrocker gave me the nudge about them some time ago; so I checked them out and asked Paul if he'd been taking something (of course he hadn't, never has and never would- in stark contrast to your correspondent) like quaaludes for instance ( a sedative-hypnotic drug that is similar in effect to barbiturates, a general central nervous system depressant. Its use peaked in the 1960s and 1970s as a hypnotic, for the treatment of insomnia, and as a sedative and muscle relaxant.) . There was a time, about 35 years ago, when quaaludes were the drug of choice for Californian youth, for reasons I've never got my head around, and it resulted in some of the dullest music ever committed to vinyl and created a youth movement that claimed getting out of bed as a revolutionary stance. Which brings us back to Warpaint who....No, it's no good, just thinking about them is making the eye-lids droop. Of course there's nothing wrong with them, their music is OK (damned with faint praise), and definitely recommended for insomniacs. I'm sure they're charming people who phone their mother's regularly - an average American band (they seem to be crawling out of the hole in the woodwork created by the pratty, sorry, I mean preppy Vampire Weekend right now - somebody call Rentokil).
Am I missing something here? No, but something missed me, I must have been ducking the day the hype machine decided to spew the 'paint' about. But the comic got it full in the face apparently, maybe they'd been on the mandrax?

Tom Artrocker

ps Last week I mentioned that The Indy had removed the comments section from Julie Burchill's weekly column, no doubt stung by my rebuke it has returned this week where the Indinistas are having heart attacks about Ms Burchill's opinion of Stephen Fry here