The most distinctive thing about The Earlybirds is probably their singer’s name. He calls himself ‘Filip’. This chap does his boy band-type vocals over music that, in the verses, sounds like wannabe Joy Division/Cure, but in the choruses swells to pompous Radiohead going on Muse gigantism. Sometimes there is even an orchestra to go with the New Wave guitars.
The Earlybirds seem profoundly depressed – perhaps they could try sleeping in a bit later? But it’s just a pose, they’ve nothing constructive to write about the experience, just lines like “I’m feeling lower than low” and “I can’t live without you”. Gee, where have I heard that one before?
The Earlybirds make music-by-numbers that’s all the worse for its grandiose pretensions. They’re like a teen version of Muse without the vivacity, with some old-fashioned sell-out pub rock thrown in for good measure.
Much ado about nothing, Favourite Fears is a record of calculatedly radio-friendly choruses in search of songs to go with them, blind ambition from those too young to know better, and a desperate, craven music industry too stupid to invest in anything of quality. It’s about the worst thing I’ve heard all year.
Sound: Average. GARY STEEL
Sound = 2.5
Music = 0