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Recycled indie-rock grooves create the perfect soundtrack to suicide. Soft, mumbled, falsetto vocals only work for Thom Yorke; there are exceptions to this rule, but unfortunately Rickard Olsen’s offerings do not cut the mustard. The Windupdeads' debut is almost as awful as their name. Somewhere on the rock 'n' roll journey we began to accept mediocrity as art. Unoriginal, piss-poor lyrical content is currently filling the airwaves. Every song on this debut by the Swedish group stumbles into the next with a slow, sad theme. This genre of music in particular is ruining all hope of balls-out, burn-down-a-hotel, damn-the-man no-mercy rock n’ fucking roll. What happened? Supertramp and Peter Frampton made it OK to try and be The Beatles. Not everyone can be the quarterback. This band was better when it was called Snow Patrol. - Jack Gregory