I've never cared much for The Vaccines really, since they first stumbled into view like young turks smelling of over indulgence while staggering cross the pavemen ahead of you, just ejected from the Last Chance Bar on Friday night because the bouncers had decided they'd finally had enough back in 2011.
They seemed to be a bunch of chancers to me. Graduates from a How To Be an Indie Rock Star course. They do courses in everything these days now. The band preened as if they'd sat down around a computer together one evening shortly before graduation and input every dumb, one dimensional cliche in the Rock & Roll lexicon and once they'd exhausted all their ideas pressed CALCULATE then PRINT and played the most minor variations on the formula that came out ever since. A chorus forever in search of a song.
Let's face it, it's hardly The Ramones, but every generation needs and deserves their own equivalent of The Ramones I guess and The Vaccines were theirs. Judging by latest album Pick Up Full of Pink Carnations released tellingly on the first Friday of 2024, they've learned nothing and have no plans to do so any time soon. Let's face it, their formula has worked pretty well for them.
The Vaccines never achieve three dimensions let's face it . At least not in any song of theirs that I ever heard. Still there are worse things to listen to as you slip your car into gear for the hour it takes to get into work or get home. I enjoyed this but don't need to hear it again. I imagine they still fill venues. Phew. Rock & Roll!
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