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Listening to Klaxons’ third album, a disquieting thought recurs: is this really how the former MDMA sages of New Cross Gate imagined their own near future to sound? The trio…

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Forgive us for stating the obvious, but it’s important to remember that ‘Surfing The Void’ is not the album Klaxons wanted to release. If it was, they wouldn’t have handed…

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The sounds rattling round the skulls of the NME staff this week 1. Klaxons – ‘Flash Over’ Klaxons’ internet-streamed preview track from ‘Surfing The Void’ – a second album…

Why do they call it the ‘difficult’ second album? Well, maybe it’s because most bands have the entirety of their carefree youth to write their debut, and about three months…

It’s only been eight months, but it feels much longer. The last we saw of Klaxons they were in full chainmail garb trudging from the gigantic stage of London’s O2…

New rave? Just a meaningless phrase destined for the Skunk Rock Memorial Home until pop’s politest caners sent forth ‘Golden Skans’ into the icy chart wastelands of January. In…

If there’s one thing that the hideous new Olympics logo has taught us, it’s that you don’t want to piss off the epileptics. Klaxons may be about to find this…

“Ere, Barry,” gnashes a goo-splattered gurner pogoing into the Glasgow Academy in a luminous hoodie that looks so radioactive sea rescue helicopters could use it as a homing beacon. He…

New rave: the plaything of a group of east London art kids; a multi-tentacled neon revolution; a rebirth of punk flying alongside the soul of dance music and under the…

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Oh yeeeessss! Just as the annual booze blitz of Christmas brings with it the Nurofen haze of January, so Klaxons’ destiny is written in future NMEs, as yet unpublished. By…

Were you fortunate enough to be a member of Klaxons right now, you might, in the rare moments when you weren’t gobbling Haçienda-strength ecstasy, start to feel slightly apprehensive about…

For all those who felt Klaxons’ much-talked-about rave allegiances were about as appealing as a poke in the eye with a glowstick, don’t worry. Yes they have in their ranks…

And there I was thinking the only people who ever liked hardcore rave were me, John Peel and Leeroy, the one-toothed crystal meth dealer from down the road. No, turns…