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Mottled with delicate strumming, and a lithe “duh, do, duh” vocal, which sounds better than it reads in print, the oddly named Snowfight in the City Centre have produced a 234 second get-together of indie pop and anthemic throb. Despite all the hanging around – though musically much is afoot - our singer’s merely peeved, not pissed, and with it creates perfect pop prose.
