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We Hate the Same Things

 

One of the songs I heard on the radio in 2015 that caught my ear was 'Woeful Small Town' by Faerground Accidents. I'd grown up in such a town, and the song struck a resonant chord with me. I would have acquired a copy, but it was only available as a download, or on a CD-R, whereas their debut single 'We Hate the Same Things' / 'Back in Town', was obtainable on an inexpensive 7" piece of bright pink vinyl courtesy of John Robb's 'Louder Than Bombs' label, so I bought that instead.

Fortunately, I liked 'We Hate the Same Things' too. Although clearly not a high-budget production, there was a propulsive beat and poignantly witty lyrics (e,g, "I've got too many demons / and too many people with opinions about my demons"), delivered with aplomb by singer Bomar Faery. Fans optimistically compared them to the likes of Pulp and Suede, and I thought they had great potential.

Evidently, though, the obstacles to success were too many and the opportunties too few, with their 2017 debut album co-morbid making no kind of a splash at all. Indeed, I wasn't even aware it had been released until years after the fact, but have just now belatedly ordered a copy.

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