Worst. Band name. Ever!
Back There is a curiously anaemic piece of Now That's What I Call indie 2006 that drifts by without leaving much of an impression. Granted, the drums are tight and funky and the guitars sprightly, but it has been heard so many times before that it is a tired, tired formula.
And because it lacks the character of the Bloc Partys and Franz Ferdinands of the world, this single will not be the one that does it for Keith.