Abel Tesfaye's dark, twisted album is at odds with the glossy pop world he's been thrust into
Subjective as fun is, there are doubtless people who consider Shonen Knife the last word in unbridled hilarity....
As ever, the Knife sound like an AGM of irritation terrorists - The Ramones, The B-52's and Helen Love putting Midget Gems in the water supply so they can incapacitate the planet with a sugar migraine and enforce the wearing of bunches. Like bad comedians, they do have their moments - 'Dolly' deals with cloning sheep, while 'Fish Eyes', if you think about it, is understandably high on self-loathing. But start thinking and soon you're wishing for bunches just so you could hang yourself from them. Especially when, delirious with boredom, you start wondering whether lines like, "I can never get enough banana chips/I love to eat them up" or, "It's a multi-coloured carp/Getting bigger and bigger/Gills gills gills" are actually bizarre euphemisms and 'Happy Hour' is, in fact, a masterpiece of sex-and-drugs depravity.
It would be something. Devoid of any real warmth, 'Happy Hour' isn't half as stupid as it would like people to think.
The Cavan teenagers attack album two with abandon, largely at the expense of quality
A still-vital John Lydon rages towards retirement on a saucy, scuzzy new album
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Oxford's finest flit between gnarly rock and frustrating slickness on an often-brilliant fourth album