I love Metacritic's summaries of reviews. This one summarises reviews of an album by The Little Ones. As usual, NME is incoherently raving. For the NME, a band is either the greatest band ever, or an overhyped pile of crap (which is what their great band ever bands often are).
The funny review comes from The Guardian:
By the end of the album, your face will hurt and you'll be desperate for some Napalm Death.
This sounds like previously unaccomplished levels of saccharine! I'll have to check them out.
On a related note, I've always thought that if you worked in a new age shop, with all that whale fart ambient music playing all day, surely you'd have to have some death metal or speed thrash once you got home. To help you relax.