“More ink has been expended on this troupe of beery non-entities than the quality of the music has ever merited unmemorable Beatles B-sides played by a Stones Roses tribute band in thrall to lager” “faux Metal electro-punksters singularly lacking in vision Liam Howlett is an ideas-free zone.” “No one could accuse these sausage-benders of pushing the boat out Lazy, indifferent, by-numbers music-makers” “purveyors of formulaic techno-beat music for trendy hair salons posing as radical genre-breakers” “[The album] the doodlings of a narcoleptic barren, sterile music bereft of any zeal a thundering bore”RICHARD ASHCROFT - "A composer of songs of crushing stupidity" “They’re not experimental and they’re not ground-breaking, more often than not, purposefully, perversely dull” Piddletrenthide is a village in the heart of Dorset, England - a place of magic and enchantment, where wonder is the everyday and the light of hope never fades. The revolution starts somewhere else. Bridport, say
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