Straight outta Coventry and overflowing with teenage angst, The Enemy take essence of Weller, Manics and Monkeys, add a healthy dose of small-town frustration and attempt to synthesise punk-pop gold. But instead, they’ve created that most superfluous of things – a half-decent indie rock album. There’s nothing wrong with it per se but it’s nowhere near anthemic, furious or lyrically adroit enough to justify the hype. Apparently they used to be a Jam tribute band. Things have moved on a little, then. Just not enough.
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