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				<title>B-Town</title>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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				<description>&lt;div class=&#34;mtp-special-block&#34;&gt;&#xA;&lt;h2 id=&#34;details&#34;&gt;Details&lt;a class=&#34;anchor&#34; href=&#34;#details&#34;&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;Some local commentators have suggested the term is an invention by London-based journalists to talk the wider Birmingham music scene up as a fad, pointing out that &amp;ldquo;there have been bands going strong in Birmingham for years&amp;rdquo; and highlighting the variety and strength in depth of the music being created in the city. Evil Alien—a band who have been identified with the scene—have criticised it as &amp;ldquo;just media hype and a silly name somebody has given it all&amp;rdquo;, commenting that &amp;ldquo;B-Town is the worst nickname for this great city I have ever heard and it makes me cringe every time I hear it&amp;rdquo;. In July 2013 Cavan McCarthy of Swim Deep claimed that the term started off as a joke, invented by himself and Harry Koisser of Peace while driving back into Birmingham from outside the city, and that &amp;ldquo;now everyone says it and we’re a bit embarrassed about it&amp;rdquo;. Critics have pointed out that many of the scene&amp;rsquo;s leading bands don&amp;rsquo;t sound very similar, The NME has commented how &amp;ldquo;nonchalance courses through the scene’s veins like quicksilver &amp;hellip; some scenes come roaring out of the traps; B-Town seemed to roll out of bed, insular and uncontrived, smirking at its own in-jokes, smelling faintly of K cider and intent on nothing loftier than the pursuit of a laugh.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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