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ReviewAge - The New Albums by Sleater-Kinney & Ride.


What the fuck? I mean really. What have you done? Sleater-Kinney were incredible. All their albums have been on the right side of amazing. No Cities To Love was great and had no right to be as good as it was all those years later. This? It sounds like poundshop Grimes. Hurry on Home is quite good but the rest of it, What have you done? Unless you are being incredibly ironic and post modern? No wonder Janet quit the band and drove into a tree or something. 

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This is a bit better. It starts off really well on side 1 (I still talk in sides due to records and proper music). It then get a bit bland and dad rock but its never boring. It's just not really what you want from Ride. I can see Ed Sheeran asking them to support him if he wanted to be a bit cool and edgy. He won't realise that he's about 30 years too late. I think it's better than Weather Diaries though. Ride were a bit overrated anyhow so this kind of fits in. The cover is a bit shit though innit? 

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Old people can still make great music. These are not good examples of that rule.




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