Full of pouty, krunky bits
A couple of years back Foals declared pop robot Ke$ha the enemy of music; the sentient world nodded in agreement. Yet somehow, thanks to the ingenious oddities of Wayne Coyne et al, ‘2012…’ is actually… good? Full of pouty, krunky bits and a weird, swirling, psychedelic mid-section, this is the starlet at her most tolerable. Which is no mean feat.