On the surface, Manchester band Money’s debut would appear to be a fairly standard piece of post-Sigur Rós whiffling, with underlying pretensions towards epic arena-rock status.
But the trills, arpeggios, choirs, and orchestral drumming disguise some occasionally diverting lyrics from singer Jamie Lee. Sadly, they simultaneously fail to disguise a whole bucketload of ponderous, self-indulgent navel-gazing from the same source.
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