absolutely insuffereable pop music, orchestrated and managed by some reprehensable slug of a manager. the ethic that sex sells is demonstrated here to full effect- first single 'no sleep tonight' leaves little to the imagination, has no bridge, and utilises police siren samples for absolutely no purpose. latching onto the NME new wave of bands prefixed with 'the', the saving grace of this story is that the faders wont be around to see the end of the year.
i did read somewhere that the drummer held a music diploma. but as the adage goes, its not what you got, its what you do.
"hey, the faders are on PopWorld again."
"PopWorld is great. I wonder what Simon will say to mock them."
"i never noticed his anti-pop tones when I was younger"
"nor that Mequita was fucked on charlie."