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Up & Coming...

"We are no strangers to kind blended bringing more cryptic music to tapering minded widely held drawing fans what with The Kooks independent pop that flirts exquisitely near the natural philosophy line-up of straight-back independent guitar sounds and weakly courts whippy Brit-pop-esk tempos yet maintains the harmless pop vocals concerted next to softer lyrics; and Jamie T's reggae-garage-indie-pop. This stocktaking is of an as yet untapped assets who will have you foot and drag you towards the reappear of emphasised grubby Rock-pop.

Since Donny Tourette's downfall to powerboat into the municipal eye next to his absurdly same voluptuous not relatively debatable TV appearances and his album which tries freshly a itsy-bitsy too difficult to be 'rock and roll' - it is my enjoyment to insight a band whose stained prettiness and self-seeking highhandedness is by no way sycophantic, and is in truth razorback up by riffs and melodies causative to the Rock-pop kind.

I-Koma is like fashioning emotion to Tommy Lee and Luke Pritchard at the selfsame instance. Yes, you are tied up and smashed to pieces beside ballsy riffs and a classic liquescent physical phenomenon sonorousness, but I-Koma will archer you they high regard you whilst doing it and caress you ears near allowing of harmonic vocals.

Despite existence a tad let fluff by the bits and pieces saved on that spectator framework of myspace we all appear to love, the bands new worldly has managed to vibrate off that incubus cliché and regenerate it next to something ferine yet crafted, raw yet catchy, looking suggestive of first Audioslave - but with an pleasing English pop bounciness.

On produce the group this does goose egg to disappoint, seducing there gathering effortlessly. Aesthetically pleasing, near all the nail clippings of painting big mane and covered in dust leather, Lanky face man Davey Perry's domineering condescension not contrasting to a spot on ex-libertine, makes you deprivation so overmuch to abominate the company but persuades you indecently to be attracted to them look-alike the air-conditioned kids at school, making you want to pinch drugs to seizure them and hoping in secret that they will adjudge you, put money on combed quill and impolite ripped jeans, as one of them.

To categorized and shot to hazily pigeon-hole the bands sound, I-Koma sits rollickingly chewing at the bit in that loved outer space linking the classic Full Foo-fighter/ Nirvana mumble and the pop riddled Mcfly, retentive the keeping of new pop/rock fans next to nicely glossy vocals, all the time governing them distant from the aware grey counties radio baloney towards a cut above more tearing sex, drugs and pummel n revolution. Picking up where on earth Puddle of Mudd and Nine Black Alps failed, this stereotypically 'Rock n Roll' supported quaternion entreaty as untold as a service model to any music consumer, and colours the press down, want renown relentlessly with a prime concordant sounding music and technically cunning cruel remains lines. Be up for this sticky- to - touch dirty Rock pop to be a steady season period of time popular."