So Carl Barat, so often regarded the "water carrier" of the Libertines, before Pete Doherty disintegrated in a vapour of negative publicity and an ubiquitous ever present rock chick girlfriend, returns. And what a comeback this is. Whilst Barat laid low for 18 months, Doherty sadly became a parody of himself and his credibility is now surely extinguished for good.
In that time, indie has become hyperbolic rather than meaningful music. And the NME has thrust upon us week after week the "next big thing", and for the most part these new bands are more wooden than a solid oak chair. The world NEEDS Barat back right now to save us from the mediocre, heard it all before retro rubbish that has somehow found an attentive audience. Waterloo To Anywhere is the most cathartic set of songs someone could write. From the roar of Deadwood, to the lament of moronic hangers on in Blood Thirsty Bastards, the riposte to a lazy and callow society in Gin and Milk, and what must be a serious contender to anthem of the decade, You Fxxking Love It, this album is what all of these conveyor belt indie bands should aspire to. Nice to see some REAL passion and fire from a band for once.
The speed and fury of the album goes over your head the first or second time you hear it, so it takes a little time to appreciate the quality of the music. But there is not one filler track on this album. Funny how you wait so long for a really good album that will last long beyond the initial "sell out every UK venue and a top 5" hype that greets nearly every trumped release, and two come out on the same day (the other being the soon to be classic Stadium Arcadium).
Hardly even worth reviewing this record as the world and its dog will listen to this, but this is just a brilliant record. Libertines Mark II - who cares? Welcome back, Carl and Gary.