a dissection of 'glamour' 'for' 'better'

Aren't they delightfully repugnant in their own Almost Cool Private School way? Don't they reek of post Test Icicles, bor(e)derline 'nu raaave' fatigue? Aren't they pretty?
Glamour For Better are a band. This is a shame, because their collective talent as a group of human beings is being really, really, unimaginably lovely to look at. This, in turn, means that live shows are clearly better than their countless (rubbish) albums and countless (rubbish) singles and countless (rubbish) EPs. Live, you can forget about the music and just watch the lead singer jump around. It's really brilliant.
I told the aforementioned lead singer that the band's music sounded like Test Icicles and he seemed grateful, or disinterested, or drunk. I couldn't quite tell. I don't think he sensed that 'sounded like' would have been followed by '..a bad parody of' if I was slightly less polite and was Okay with letting the conversation get both unpleasant and awkward. To say that they sound like a hilarious hybrid of Klaxons, Test Icicles, Foals, Lethal Bizzle, blah, blah like a 'Best Of '06' NME club mix seems far too easy - they incorporate elements of screamy year 8 Kerrang hardcore and techno/electro/pop/dance/Hadouken synths. It's like Trash Fashion. It's like Partyshank. It's basically like a lot of truly terrible music.
The cherry on the icing of the cake is the song, 'Shape Cutting Catalyst'. 'Ooh, fancy name. They must be clever and educated and intelligent. But the song is so fun and dancey! Oh, this band really has it all.' Music isn't usually irritating ; it's either pointless or out-of-tune or infuriating or just rubbish, but this gem of a 'tune' manages to Drive You Up The Wall. In between overedited vox effects, you hear words like 'blud' and 'bubble' and 'big up' and 'gyals'. It should be the anthem for the 'Hug A Hoody' campaign, playing in the background while David Cameron puts on 'bling' and 'talks hood' to 'the yout'. 'Give us your number, or not' half-raps the lead singer. I will, but promise not to make me come to your next gig. Please.