Zachary Cole Smith has overcome a multitude of problems to make this intensely powerful album
The Futureheads: Skip To The End
They’re back, but minus all the shouting
First single ‘Skip To The End’ even opens with a riff which, if it wasn’t actually written by Mötley Crüe in 1986, definitely gave them a hard-on while dreaming about stuffing it up a groupie to the applause of their peers. And in such a studded-jockstrapped vein it continues: thumpy Def Leppard one-armed drumming, plenty of ‘clap along Wem-ber-lee’ bits, and only a hint of the mimsy art-indie band beneath in the bits that go “ooh-na-na-na-na-nah!” like XTC spray-painting ‘Tossers’ over a ‘sold out’ poster for Bon Jovi and running home for a little wank and a little cry. It’sahit! Aproperhit-hit!
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