I kind of want to like the Saturdays, they’re inoffensive, heaven knows they’re pretty, the music is hum along. In fact it would have passed the ‘Old Grey Whistle Test’ whereby the music makers of Tin Pan Alley would play something to the ‘old greys’ – the cleaners and domestic staff – and see if it was stickable enough for these venerable creatures to hum or whistle. And I’ve got to watch what I say – The Saturdays and I swim in the same pool – I’m a concert photographer and they’re GREAT to photograph. So why does a reality check hit me like a wet fish in the face? This is just vapid, anodyne, turgid hit factory crap, and I’m sorry to say the wankers at EPB ran it past me when I was compulsively listening to Mazzy Star, jonesing for Garbage to actually produce some music (they’re recording again by the way), and getting my stuff together to cover a Joy Formidable gig. If that sounds like I’m too cool for school – that might be the case, or it might just mean I’ve been around long enough to know quality when I see it.
By all means listen, but if you find yourself humming or whistling……………..
