The Voom Blooms

These guys are knocking on the music listener’s door asking to be let in so you can hear their particular blend of noughties guitar led, raciness. And it’s a pretty good second single for the four lads from Loughborough with a catchy chorus and the indie riff played with some aplomb, but let’s face it, the British music scene is awash with bands that sound not too far from this. It would be acceptable to sit and give the Clash and Libertines comparisons, but it means very little ' the band have even had the obligatory Radio One pat on the back and KOKO gig symbolising a proverbial foot in the hallway.

But from genericism to uniquity, there is a decent tale to accompany the song which may sway you to part with your well earned pennies: Two of the band finished up the NME fronted tour in Bournemouth last year and decided to get to Paris tout de suite and live under Gare du Nord in some kind of Vive la Revolution, claret-fuelled haze. Anyway, they got arrested, though they can’t remember what for and the lead singer George started banging on about marrying Anna while the two were detained at Monsieur’s pleasure. 24 hours later, the single was written and the lads were sobering up. Naturally, neither of them have a clue who Anna is.

So this is basically an ode to an imaginary girl, and as far as they go, this is a pretty good one. The Voom Blooms will be better as soon as they make their way out of the similar sound they have to other callers. Devoted fans would disagree as they’ve spent the time appreciating their difference, but I just can’t help but feel that the plaudits will take a while as the door’s sticking quite a bit. It might even need a new handle.