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In the wake of Cast splitting up, Ocean Colour Scene vanishing off the radar, Oasis' last album underselling and Paul Weller making his first decent album in God knows how long by breaking away from the tired "guitars plus growling" formula, we were hoping that 2003 was going to be the year we could finally say that the bloated beast of Dadrock had finally died on its arse.
Sadly not. As the saying goes, there's one born every minute. Meet the Burn, four lads from Blackburn who, in all likeliness, wear Burberry baseball caps, drink Carling and think that "What's The Story Morning Glory?" hasn't already been emulated to death.
Inevitably, it doesn't make for a particularly good live spectacle. The guitar playing is studiously dull, the vocals are growled out in a way that would make Liam Gallagher red with embarrassment and the whole thing is so cripplingly derivative that it's almost impossible to find any sort of merit in here whatsoever.
Predictably, when the new single "Drunken Fool" (a reference to the only people who'd find any merit in this sort of garbage possibly?) comes along, we get a gruffled piece of advice from the lead singer to go and buy it so we can keep "pop shite" out of the charts. That'd be "pop shite" like Liberty X and the Sugababes who've shown more innovation and good tunes in a few short singles than this lot manage in a whole hour tonight then, would it? Really lads, just a thought but fuck off and die. Thank you.
Reviewed by Andy James
