Every song on Colour It In sounds like a single aside, perhaps, from the none-more-tender ditties that bookend the album, (‘Good Old Bill’, ‘Toothpaste Kisses’). This is why lots of you will have heard half the record already, through 7”s, double As and radio play, and many more will be familiar with a sound that spins and kicks similar to others that have bruk recent into the top 40.  Full text...

You'd be forgiven for feeling a slight sense of deja vu when you first encounter the Maccabees. After all, they write jerky, nervy little guitar songs, they're named after a Jewish revolutionary movement and two of them are even called Felix and Orlando for goodness sake. Do we really need another clever-clever art-rock band?  Full text...

Joyous and full of beans, Colour It In proves that even Ruperts can rock.   Full text...

It's tolerable in small doses, but over the course of even a 30 minute LP it gets annoying.  Full text...

Colour It In is basically what you’d get if you stripped the Klaxons of their rave signifiers: brash, propulsive, and hell-bent on presenting its audience with at least one bit they can’t get out of their head.  Full text...