Sheffield. Young. Pop. Lyrics about going out at night and being a teenager in the north. Still reading?
You shouldn't be. Like the rest of us, you should be fucking sick to the back teeth of this crap. Shit like The Twang and The Holloways and The View who shamble uncouthly into the lime-twighlight dragged on the coat-tails of the Arctic fucking Gibbons or whatever that fucking band is called. You should click that big red x in the top left or, if you're seriously bored, go on some porn.
Or form a band with your friends. Three chords, two guitars, one idea and no talent are all back in fashion now, you know.
You're probably, therefore, going to be surprised by the fact that this record is actually good. It's lively, it sticks in your head, it has a couple of genuinely brilliant tracks and, at only 39 minutes, it doesn't drag. In comparison, The Kooks debut album was 39 minutes too long.
This band has a legion of really, really catchy choruses. "I Found Out", "Caught In Your Trap", "Can't Control Myself" and especially "I'm Not Sorry" benefit massively from this. The album doesn't really flag much. A perceived slight dip in quality after the half way point of this album is only noticeable because the middle three tracks are so damn good.
I don't expect any lastability from this album whatsoever. I won't listen to it beyond this summer, but at this isn't 1977 by Ash, I'll let them off. There are no hidden depths to plumb or pentatonic octave-shift polyrhythmic arpeggios or shit on this record, but because this isn't a BeHoLd; ThE aRcToPuS review I won't hold it against them. There are no original ideas whatsoever on this record, but because this isn't a Bjork review, they are off the hook.
This record is really good fun to listen to, and now that the weather is getting nice and the women are all wearing shorter skirts and flirting with you more, you need music like this. In fact, I challenge you to listen to a Porcupine Tree album or a Sunn O))) album or a Dimmu Borgir album and then go score some fangita out and about. Even better, try and get hot women to get into your car whilst you play Dimmu Borgir out loud and scream something unintelligible out the window about SATAN. Bonus points if your car is the Batmobile.
7/10
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Hey although your ratings are a bit harsh, I kinda agree with most of your ratings. The Pigeon Detectives is one of the best indie bands for me and although I wanted to give it a 10/10, your rating shows more fairness than mine =D. Continue posting!
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