FORGET EVERYTHING YOU THOUGHT YOU KNEW ABOUT NEW YOUNG PONY CLUB BECAUSE ON THEIR SECOND ALBUM IT’S ALL CHANGED. That’s right. You may have thought the London five-piece were a band with decent hooks, attractively coy vocals, and a good working knowledge of how to make a sweet Delta 5/Blondie knock-off single. Well you were wrong. They’re actually just shit. Stick with Ladyhawke, who at least has the nous not to call her songs ‘Rapture’. Dipsticks.
Words: Daniel Gray
