There's something that I don't like about Brakes that I can't put my finger on. They seem an affable enough bunch and it would be churlish to say that you hate them when there's nothing really to hate – they make perfectly serviceable chunks of pop-punk, most of the time even with a bit of wit to them – but it's the insincerity of the whole affair that makes them come over like they're having more of a laugh than their audience. The studied nerviness, the affected vocals, the need to throw in the odd "fuck" now and again, it all adds up to a morsel that presses the right buttons but is gone from memory as soon as the last note is sounded. Depressingly forgettable.
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