Boy Kill Boy
Vertigo
A typical story: one of a bazillion identical indie bands fluke it with their debut, sell well, hire the fancy producer and go for the big radio sheen with album two. And you wonder why old bastards moan about bands all sounding the same these days. Boy Kill Boy were never any good in the first place. You could rub their lamp for a year and a genie wouldn’t pop out. Derivative, flatulent and embarrassing. Boy Kill Boy? I’d do a stretch for the cause.
