As lovely as ‘Nobody Else’, Bruise have created a flawed beast; firstly because half of the songs here have been appropriated from the past five years of the UK pop charts and secondly because within 10 seconds the loveliness transforms into a shamefaced James Blunt clone.
In fact Bruise could perhaps be best described as the spiritual air to the Cranberries; whilst the lyrics and melodies are generally inoffensive and at times pleasant they drift into the realm of indifference and even annoyance through a simple neglect to deviate from a three word chorus.
‘Cold Burn’ is a real gem, though sadly it’s sassy shuffle is buried amongst perhaps the dullest range since MFI attempted to make cream cool. Whilst there is nothing wrong with this record per se it does suffer from a lack of any real passion, the songs are acceptable and at times they verge on being ‘good’ but the problem is you can hear this stuff at any open mic night in the country. Bruise need to go away and think about what they’ve done, and then come back and make me wish I’d never doubted them. Hard luck guys.
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