This article is from 2007.
Reilly was a comfort eater, until he discovered rock. Mixing cheeky songs with a legs-spread rock stance, he throws in Lou Reid and Stephen Hawking impersonations and a crowd-pleasing Chris Martin piss-take. When his acoustic guitar sounds a little flamenco, he worries it’s slept with a Spanish guitar. Energetic and likeable, his comparison of true love to a bad David Bowie album is inspired. (Claire Sawers)
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