Ah, the indie landfill site, a place reserved the staid, generic and Bombay Bicycle Club. While not everyone can ooze creativity like Arcade Fire, boast the songwriting prowess of The National or espouse boundless experimentalism such as The Horrors, it's a worry when bands fall into the trap of sounding like they're supposed to. And by "suppose" we mean it in the most literal, Radio One-cum-Sky Super Sunday friendly sense of the word. You see, there's a nagging concern that too many bands spend far too much time concentrating on the opposition, studying what sells units and is likely to get played soundtracking Wayne Rooney's latest goal and as a result sacrifice their own integrity in the process. Sure, it's a difficult time now for any budding artist stepping onto the first rungs of the ladder but as time goes on its becoming increasingly obvious that the ones with the most credibility and ultimately, longevity are those that stay true to their own instincts rather than follow the herd.
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