Sound — 5
Ok, it's not that the music is bad or the band is untalented, it's that it's the same thing I've heard a million times. It's not the same as in "Oh Television and Interpol, they sound the same" kind of vague similarity, it's exactly the same as every Libertines/Dirty Pretty Things clone (of which DPT are a clone of themselves as the Libertines) with their oh-so-cool but oh-so-done-a-million-times jingly jangly guitars. I really can't go into much more detail but your better off relabeling Up The Bracket to Hats Off To The Buskers.
Lyrics — 6
Lyrics aren't too bad, but they aren't exactly a redeeming feature. Such gems as "I've had the same jeans on for 4 days now, gonna go to a disco, in the middle of the town" aren't actually that inspired or inspiring. His voice is barely more than a mumble I may add. I'll be generous or you'll think I'm biased (which I am most certainly not).
Overall Impression — 6
This album is OK. It's not bad, it's not good. It's OK. A little more thought put into the sound would have been nice, because it doesn't catch your attention or inspire anything in oneself. Average, the best word to describe. No, I probably wouldn't buy this album let alone buy it again. I wouldn't advise anyone else too either; if you want a true British post-punk album, by the Libs "Up The Bracket" because that is brilliant.