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Dirty Pretty Things: Bang Bang You’re Dead
What did you expect?
One thing’s for certain: Carl has certainly planned his comeback to perfection. With a Libertines biography at the top of the bestseller list and the Doherty tabloid clap-him-in-irons shriekfest showing no signs of abating, ever, there’s something tremendously fuck-you in coming out with so vicious a title, open to so much interpretation (Is it Peter upon whom he’s training his sights? How we will all dig deep to confirm it!). But the real fucking-of-you comes from the fact that this is better than anything The Libertines ever did, and a country mile better than anything Babyshambles have mustered – a simple, terrific, spiky guitar insta-classic, a shade over 200 seconds of pure troubadour swagger. Once you’re done bouncing up and down with it – it may take a while – there’s the small matter of lyrics like “I gave you your Midas touch/ You turn around and scratch out my heart” and a chorus of “Bang bang, you’re dead/Always so easily led” to digest and disseminate. Shouldn’t be too hard. The war of Albion, it seems, has been won.
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