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THE REVIEW

Another bunch of crazy Brits. It seems like they take this rock n’ roll saving stuff seriously over there. I would love them if only for the racket these guys make. But then there are elements like the album cover, which looks like a photo of my room (except for the blood on the TV which I cleaned last week), the impossible interviews  where they insult everyone and more (Clear Channel, the Arctic Monkeys… damn, but I liked the Arctic Monkeys… oh well, it's fun anyway) and something people often forget when talking about a band... the… what's it called… it's on the tip of my tongue… the… dusic… the… music… uh… there it is… the MUSIC.

Every bastard who knows a bit about English music affairs blabs on about the Babyshambles, without saying a word about what kind of music they make… wow, Pete Doherty smokes crack… wow, Pete Doherty is with Kate Moss, she was caught with coke… wow, who the hell cares? And shall we also talk about how well the Strokes and Franz Ferdinand dress? No, no, let's talk about the music, please, which is often worth it (definitely with all the bands I've mentioned). Here, we are facing an absurd combination of metal, hardcore punk, and pop sensibility; incredibly noisy and full of screams, but amazingly memorable, sometimes it feels like listening to Henry Rollins in the Black Flag days (with slightly less balls, though). Essentially, a masterpiece comparable to “Oops I Did It Again” by the black metal queen Britney Spears.