If I were a PR company I’d say this band were ‘an amalgamation of punk rock ethics and teeny bopping antics’. However - as some of you will know, I am not…

Charlies Angels is… ‘Mindless meaningless lollipop licking cheeky sass-drivel for the preteen generation - too soft for dog collars, too naïve to formulate opinions'. Watching Fred Durst spit is more exciting than this. Guitar riffs that might as well have been made from sponge loosely wrap around a thoughtless monotone vocal string whilst Drums patterns that are little more than 1-2-3-4 beats per bar - every bar - patter at your head like a moth repeatedly flying into a halogen light bulb. Lyrically, I’m sure whoever constructed this flavourless, cardboard cut-out band thought they knew what they were doing, but lines like…

“You love it you hate it, it’s really overrated, You want it you chase it, Impossible to fake it, YEH YEH”

…lead me to think (or at the very least hope) that someone’s been taking advice from their 4 year old daughter.

Theres pictures on the Front of ‘it’s never gonna to happen to me’ of girls with fangs, but this bites like a feather boa. Shame.