Terrible review

Betty Clarke
Friday June 1, 2007
The Guardian


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Imagine Oasis robbed of their life-affirming anthems and stuck only with their swagger; the Happy Mondays stripped of Shaun Ryder's poetry and reduced to their baggy beats - and you're left with the Twang. Fuelled by beer, consumed by bravado and regret, the Brummie five-piece and their sluggish, chugging guitar tunes are woefully uninspired. Their lack of insight and intellect means that instead of celebrating working-class culture, the Twang stab it in the back. "I bet to find your cock your missus has to lay you on your back," sings Phil Etheridge in The Neighbour with typical subtlety, while the romance of Two Lovers is tainted by misogyny. And the hedonism of Loosely Dancing is as flat as last night's lager.