Losing sight of their youthful days and not yet fully fledged with grown-up emotion
[b]‘Cult concern’[/b] probably isn’t an insult to Dublin gang FLApes, who’ve been lacing their bright, bracing strop-songs with references to Star Wars, The A-Team, Robocop and other such 20-something cultural comforters for five years now. Massively inappropriate, they specialise in laugh-out-loud moments nestled up against vicious angst.
It’d take a stony soul to stifle a snort at the straight-faced smuggling of lines like “my well-read friends inform me that I was a cunt” on the furious [b]‘Pull Off Your Arms And Let’s Play In Your Blood’[/b]. Compared to past efforts, though, a teary weariness seems to dominate, as on [b]‘Thank God You Weren’t Thirsty (Lightbulb)’[/b] with its howls of “I tried to turn you on”.
The album lacks that bouncy, bratty energy of old, while never really nailing a more grown-up emotional register. Even so, glad that they’re still there.