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.
The Boyfriends: Adult Acne
London fops need Clearasil for the soul