There's nothing worse than having your hopes built up only for them to plunge from a great height in a matter of minutes.

When you see a name like The Revs you tend to expect them to sport mohicans and studded leather jackets and have names like Jerry Attrick and play the most visceral churning buzzsaw baiting punk rock on the planet, only to find that instead, they sound like Miss Black America attempting to play 'Teenage Kicks' only to find the leader of the Dadrock Cover Scene arriving half way through to give them all a good kicking.

And that basically sums up The Revs folks, yet another bunch of adolescents who seem quite content buying a house down Nostalgia Road while the rest of their mates are renting flats up New Street.

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