Music There are now two things to love about Late Review's writer and poet Tom Paulin. The first as always his use of the word tedious to denote anything he doesn't like. The second, is that there is now a band named after him. As with 'The Alice Band' last week (which as I predicted failed to chart) their new EP is bound to do little business (although the Virgin Megastore had hundreds). Which is a shame, because it might have been worth tuning into the Top 40 to hear the resident Dweeb-J say 'and crashing in a number twenty-seven this week Tom Paulin with'. If only it really was Tom ... now that would be something ...

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