If a week is a long time in the music biz, then two years is an ice age and The Rakes thus find themselves grabbing at the Zeitgeist’s coat tails. Their return – which suggests The Libertines tackling ‘Walking On The Moon’ – goes on and bloody on, only kicking in near the end. As for the line ‘two fingers up to those who won’t miss us when we pass away’… Death warrant? Sign here.
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