London fops need Clearasil for the soul
The title may pertain to mere troublesome complexion, but darker things evidently ruminate beneath the furrowed brow of young Martin Wallace of The Boyfriends. “On a planet surface of seven tenths water”, he ponders, ominously, as drums beat in hollow anti-fanfare, “a man can still die of thirst”. But if you anticipate the do-gooder hand of Bono in all this, fear not, for ‘Adult Acne’ is in fact a song all about not getting any in the sack. Clearly, this spotless, Smiths-a-like English pop lament understands that there can be no real introspection without at least a slender sliver of self-obsession.