When every other indie band in the mid-nineties was copying '60s music, Whiteout stuck out like a sore thumb by emulating their '70s heroes. This was my favourite single of theirs. I remember seeing them for the second time in Liverpool supported by an as yet unknown Manchester band called Oasis. Oasis were awful but, despite this, seemed to attract a massive audience; all of whom buggered off immediately after, leaving about 30 people to watch Whiteout. I have hated Oasis ever since. Whiteout must have seen where things were heading and the singer called it a day soon after.
No time to live for tomorrow
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