Somewhat disappointing, although the artwork didn’t really have me in raptures to begin with. It’s monotonous, low ratio of glockenspiel to violin reminds me of the sort of buzzing you get in your ear when there’s a fly in the room and you're so engrossed in what you're doing that you can’t be bothered to kill it & you end up getting used to the noise. No doubt I’ll eventually get to the point where I like it but I will take it separately to any of the other albums and not let it taint the unashamed early years when the summer of punk rock broke my heart. Long gone is the twee sound of anarchic youth rebellion and cartoons scribbled on receipts on long bus journeys and the excitement of opening a newly developed pack of disposable photos and painting your face with art & craft glitter and shy love letters to boys you barely know in the post with DECORATED ENVELOPES. The instruments don’t pound against my eardrums and there are few sentiments that tug at my heartstrings with their screams, it’s more like the soundtrack to a self-deprecating adolescent abyss but I guess we all had to grow up. So I suppose it’s hello sadness…
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