Remember growing up listening to the likes of Pavement and Smashing Pumpkins with a healthy slice of Brit Pop behemoths Blur? It was pretty good wasn’t it? Those bands helped form and influence numerous imitators, the most recent being Big Troubles. Meeting in High School and being self-proclaimed children of the 00’s, they came together to make music like they used to listen to when they were littl-uns.

This Mitch Easter produced (REM, Pavement) record begins with playful luring guitars found on ‘She Smiles For Pictures’, an opener which is nice enough, although, unlikely to stick in the mind. ‘Misery’ meanwhile, contains a dirty bassline, which never fail to catch my ear, think Yuck if they lived in the American sunshine.

Sadly, as the record passes by you begin to notice the distinct lack of originality. Yes, you can hear their influences loud & clear, bold, in black & white. But, where are the hints of, ‘this is a Big Troubles track’? For instance, ‘Make It Worse’ with its Cure like melodies initially bodes well until it fades away to an almost snail like pace with an occasional occurrence of that Robert Smith like melody, which if I’m honest, is to keep you awake. Lead single ‘Sad Girls’ fares even worse, sounding like a better than average college band, taking their influences and regurgitating them, having made sure to digest all the sparkle first. While ‘Minor Keys’ is the bands Smashing Pumpkins moment, whilst attempting to reproduce Corgans vocal style, the music lying in the background is completely devoid of individuality and soul.

The remainder of Romantic Comedy follows the same route of mediocrity, passing by in the background of my living room while I do more interesting activities – like, looking out of the window. To go from the excitement of ‘Misery’ to the sheer laziness of Romantic Comedy is rather disappointing. Sure, take from your influences, but even if you’re not capable of putting a stamp of your own character on it, at least try!

An album that, if purchased, will fade into the depths of your collection to be discovered years later while hastily exclaiming, ‘Did I really buy this?!’.