This is a review of "42 Miles In This Direction" recorded by Impure. The review was written by Richard Garnett in 2004.
This first stab from Impure is everything to be expected from ones so young and nothing more: ideas, attempted emulation, poor musicianship, ambition, and naivety. None of it a bad thing and the lessons learnt now will only contribute to better things in the future. Five songs all with similar outlooks and failings. The songs' content is playground inspired "I met a boy, he pissed me off and now I hate him" stuff, which no doubt has plenty of relevance to other 17-year-olds, but its lyrics by numbers style is painfully awkward for anyone else. Verdict: music room heroes will graduate given lots of time.