This is better than the album! And that is saying something! I'm sure that, when we're all old in 2012, these songs will be shoehorned in at the end as bonus tracks. All are equally astonishing, and life-affirming.
I hadn't even heard Darts of Pleasure when I bought this, but was intrigued by the smattering of lyrics on the back - yes, of course: Van Tango's "He wore his quiff Venetian style" (by the way - does that mean anything?) and Shopping for Blood's "I am the new Scottish gentry/Anglified vowels - sub-London thoughts" (which means a lot to us Welshies and, let's face it, anyone of us second-class citizens that doesn't live in the Big Smoke!!). There is also an eminently loveable middle 8 in the latter with a huge, sarcastic "HI THERE, I CAN ONLY AGREE!" Shout this to your heart's content, and get drunk!
Darts of Pleasure itself is, of course, pure class: heart-renderingly romantic, arch, and an unmistakable call to the dancefloor. The climax is about champagne and salmon, for God's sake!
I have to admit I love this band so much that I am always horrifed when I find dissenters. And so does my girlfriend. The Metro calls them a novelty. But I suppose no-one takes that seriously anyway... And I don't get the Talking Heads thing at all - perhaps they're both just great bands. FF hark back to the great new-wave bands of the late 70's (Wire, XTC, Josef K) - that, I think, most people tend to refer to as simply 'Talking Heads'!! If anything they have the same energy and life that Blur used to have, before they went complicated, and the sophistication of Roxy - who are otherwise totally undervalued in this artistically barren age.
This band actually aspire to something!