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A Brighton duo (he on drums, her on geetar) who temporarily looked like they might have potential or, at the very least, ambition. They remain a decent live act if you’re looking to book a support band, but you won’t be wanting to purchase this debut album. You need thunder to pull off the two-piece rock thing and there’s little of that on here. ‘Try Harder’ is the title of track three. You got it. This is tame, lame and very samey.