Bloody hell, I did love that Black Kids single about yr boyfriend having 2 left legs but trying to suss where the hell they're coming from over the course of an album is just silly. It's like The Killers partying with Betty Boo at an ABC concert and is stacked with shiny FM radio gems. Gems so polished in fact that the gleam from them is rendering @#$#**$$$ me unable to type properly. Yah this is uber-smooth 80's flecked proper pop muzak with a charmingly naive indie twist made by youngsters for youngsters. I keep on having images of septuagenarians hobbling happily along in garish shell suits walking those small yappy type dogs, wearing hideous sunglasses & roller parks full of cheerleaders drinking iced cherry coke. That's to say the quality of songwriting is fresh & shiny & pretty carefree and I can see them exploding rather large time with 'Partie Traumatic'.
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