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Sure, there’s signs that it’s changing, but these shoots of arch smartness in the form of Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Interpol have been stateside. Enter Glasgow’s Franz Ferdinand. Pretentious name. Suits. Silent movies projected onto a backdrop. God, this lot are Noel and Kelly’s worst nightmare.
But, of course, posing is only a small aspect of what Franz do. Tonight they’re raiding the music playroom for some flattering stuttering guitar riffs that’d make Interpol gambol with delight while Alex and Nick tart it up with utterly mannered vocals. However, they always making sure that there’s a princely post punk tune to overshadow the masquerade. God, they’ve even got the nous on ‘Shopping For Blood’ to splice together the DNA of Fall and the drumming of Adam And The Ants. Not to mention the sense to look a 1,000 times prettier than both.
Forthcoming single ‘Darts Of Pleasure’ is inevitably the highlight: a vaudevillian confection of eyebrow-raised danceability that’d make you frug your legs down to the knees. Franz Ferdinand: set to annoy a dullard near you very soon.
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