I'm usually rather cautious when I've looked forward to an album for so long that I'll be disappointed to find, as so often in the past, a couple of singles, two or three decent enough songs, six fillers and a 'meaningful' closing ballad. Something about the Young Knives made me much more optimistic, and wasn't I just right to be.
Based in Oxford and dressed by Oxfam, I am stunned into endless euphemism by these marvellous three kings of English indie-pop.
English is a word that will be used in just about every review of these boys and their work, and it's not hard to hear why. It travels effortlessly between wit, whimsy and wallop. It makes you dream of bunking off work on a hot-hot summer (Weekends and Bleakdays), laying in a corn field dressed in tweed and drinking scrumpy. "The Decision" is a delicious, ingenious piece of insanity that teaches you how, when all else fails, you can still be the Prince of Wales. And there's still time for a fight with your girlfriends dad under the security lights, thanks to the raucous anthem "She's Attracted To". "Coastguard" is dark and clever, and you can feel the unfluence of Gang of Four's Andy Gill who produced the album. "Loughborough Suicide", despite it's deseperate subject matter is one of the most uplifting songs I've ever heard, like when you felt joy at how damn good the Smiths were at despondency. The lyric "I will never go down fighting" has been in my head for a month.
The Knives are sharp, and their music is too. It's uplifting to know that amidst the pompous herion-chic look-at-me-what-a-rock-star-I-am bands bloating the music scene these days with their inspid mewlings, someone like the Young Knives can knock out a piece of perfect pop in brown corduroy and still get down the Dog and Duck for a real ale and a game of dominoes before Pete Doherty has even arrived for his court appearance.