The peculiar trend of going mid-00s electronic for indie post-punk revivalist darling is that could continue inexplicably with the Slow Readers Club, a band you have never heard or even heard of, but at least one person in each municipality of the UK, which makes them a cross-country success. The most shocking and inexplicable fact about this, however, is that in all seriousness, much like with the other bands in the same ballpark (say, Editors or White Lies), this once again works wonders. The band delivers perhaps their most heartfelt song-writing to date, the most crisp sound, surprisingly mature lyrics. Of course, that is interspliced with a plethora of underwritten, milquetoast sap, but the fact that so much other goodness is present at the same time is quite the turn of events.
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