"Richey Is Dead" - Ideal (Idealistic Records): reviewed by Sylvia Patterson

Call me an earnest, humourless, sour-faced old troll with the face of a melted wellie but this is not funny. It's not even about Richey, it's about publicity (which, granted, has worked) for a band whose reed-thin mawk-punk din features a bloke mewling on about girls blubbing over pictures of the people's lost pal and sneering, Richey's not so manic now". Ho ho ho. And 897 bottles of rum. F--- off.