The debut album continues to build on their reputation as one of Britain’s most talented young guitar bands.   Full text...

Little Man Tate do sing in Yorkshire accents, they've got an ear for a catchy guitar fuelled tune and specialise in pithy observational lyrics about everyday life.   Full text...

Like all good drunken fondles it runs out of ideas a bit, reaching a low point with 'Court Report', an unwelcome throwback to a Britpop yesteryear when everyone thought they were Ray Davies and wrote shit songs about wife-swapping inbetweeners driving brand new cars with CD players.  Full text...

It has its moments of fun, certainly. But so does eating McDonald's. You still end up feeling dirty and greasy afterwards.  Full text...

This album is bad enough to kill the “kebab at the bus stop” genre for good, although anyone following the dictum alluded to in the title will be put off the rock’n’roll lifestyle for ever by these plodders.  Full text...