Four years ago this endearingly dumb Walthamstow ten-piece were having Top Ten hits with risqué songs about anal sex. They now return to an entirely indifferent world, their faces locked in a fake rictus of boyband joy, knowing that they’ll never trouble the charts again. The result is so unbelievably tragic that they could use it to soundtrack that particularly harrowing scene from ‘Platoon’
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