Intelligent Music Project – Intention
IMP are like a selection box of every kind of weird bloke who drank in your local pub for decades, tolerated despite their behaviour.
An old-boy band that has it all – a guitarist who could get you a chipped Sky Box for fifty quid, a lead singer rocking the ‘loner in the back row of a porn cinema’ look and a drummer who probably fits kitchens badly.
The song is the kind of thing I used to hear played in sixth form common rooms by boys who spent their lunch break playing Space Invaders in the nearest arcade. Ten a penny schlock.
Imagine recording this and feeling like you could look anyone in the eye? They need to burn down the studio where it was recorded and salt the earth.
Mo’s score – 0 pointsu