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At the height of his Brit Pop insolence, Liam Gallagher reasoned, “so what if someone’s already thrown a TV out of a window before, I haven’t.” It might be the cleverest thing he’s ever said – a childish ‘me-me-me’ remark, but one that’s nevertheless hard to counter; swift and simple, like the rock’n’roll that is constantly attacked for being nothing new.

‘180’ carries with it a similar sense of forgoing originality in favour of something more instantly gratifying for band and young fan alike. It feels exactly how you’d probably expect it to – like a hurried debut from a group aware of how quickly hype can find a new infatuation. It’s loose and anti-produced to give it that Libertines feel – as if Palma Violets were in need of any more comparisons to that particular band – and beneath the subtly cracked, busted-amp vocals there’s the mob yelps of The Clash (‘Rattlesnake Highway’), something to DJ after Inspiral Carpets (‘I Found Love’) and a couple of guitar lines borrowed from Pixies (the slow building ‘Three Stars’).

A good hour or so could be spent picking through other notable influences, most of them from indie bands you’ve heard ripped off before, but I don’t think that’s what Palma Violets are doing here. To “rip-off” is to deny you’ve done so, to feign ignorance when told you sound like you’ve been listening to x; ‘180’ feels more like four 20-year-olds mining their record collections and thinking, we should do this, it’d be fun. That’s no doubt what their fans will be thinking, not, my dad’s right, The Clash have already made this record. It’s a stark reminder that rock’n’roll is best enjoyed as it is by those young people who’ve made it – at face value. Palma Violets have not done this before.

Read all of our new album reviews here, in this month’s Loud And Quiet

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