And the singer looks like Dougie Couper. In fact, did he no bang you at primary schil mormanski? He telt me he did, said he had you in a heidlock and you wailed. ‘Squeeled like a pig’ were his exact words, I seem to recall.
He was literally saved by Batman. And, while there was a fracas, it was broken up before I could put the reducer on him. He is indeed lucky to be alive.
Oh look. Straight in at number one in the album charts. I don’t like to play the populist game because it’s rubbish, however, in this case you started it. You lose.
Reviewing Keane is always a tricky business. Any sort of faint praise and we get our hands cut off for being traitors to the punk rock cause, but if we give them a proper bashing we’re boorish and predictable. There’s no denying that they’ve had more hits than most, but that’s like judging how many Nobel Prizes you’ve won in comparison to Barry Chuckle: it’s meaningless.
So what have they pulled out of the bag this time? Shite all. This is the same as every other Keane album, so don’t be fooled into thinking they’re reformed characters because of that confusingly funky ’80s-style single. It’s the first track and it’s all downhill after that (insert ‘Spiralling’ pun here). OK, so it worked for Mystery Jets, and now people don’t think they live in a commune and eat out of bins anymore, but somehow Keane just make it all sound sinister. There’s a song called ‘Black Burning Heart’, for God’s sake. And another one called ‘Love Is The End’. Musically, they’ve ripped off swathes of things contemporary and popular to make them ‘hip’, but it just feels like some dodgy old guy at a bus stop telling you he digs Klaxons. “I absolutely do not care what is considered to be fashionable or cool or tasteful – it’s much more about following our own instincts,” bleats Tim Rice-Waterhouse-Oxley or whatever the fuck he’s called. That’s fine, granddad. We’re not listening.
“We’re tumbling down
We’re spiralling
Tied up to the ground
We’re spiralling…
I never saw the light
I never saw the light
I waited up all night
But I never saw the light”
Yes.
Yes.
You’se are erseholes but more importantly, you are dead wrong.
Overly generous album review in NME… 2/10
The NME? Cheers grandad. The NME is like Gerry McNee, it will say anything controversial to appear relevant.
Besides, I’m not talking about the album, I’m not talking about Keane, I’m talking about the song Spiralling. And it is immense.
Peaked at 23. Is it any wonder?
And the singer looks like Dougie Couper. In fact, did he no bang you at primary schil mormanski? He telt me he did, said he had you in a heidlock and you wailed. ‘Squeeled like a pig’ were his exact words, I seem to recall.
He was literally saved by Batman. And, while there was a fracas, it was broken up before I could put the reducer on him. He is indeed lucky to be alive.
Oh look. Straight in at number one in the album charts. I don’t like to play the populist game because it’s rubbish, however, in this case you started it. You lose.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio1/chart/albums.shtml
NME review:
Perfect Symmetry
Reviewing Keane is always a tricky business. Any sort of faint praise and we get our hands cut off for being traitors to the punk rock cause, but if we give them a proper bashing we’re boorish and predictable. There’s no denying that they’ve had more hits than most, but that’s like judging how many Nobel Prizes you’ve won in comparison to Barry Chuckle: it’s meaningless.
So what have they pulled out of the bag this time? Shite all. This is the same as every other Keane album, so don’t be fooled into thinking they’re reformed characters because of that confusingly funky ’80s-style single. It’s the first track and it’s all downhill after that (insert ‘Spiralling’ pun here). OK, so it worked for Mystery Jets, and now people don’t think they live in a commune and eat out of bins anymore, but somehow Keane just make it all sound sinister. There’s a song called ‘Black Burning Heart’, for God’s sake. And another one called ‘Love Is The End’. Musically, they’ve ripped off swathes of things contemporary and popular to make them ‘hip’, but it just feels like some dodgy old guy at a bus stop telling you he digs Klaxons. “I absolutely do not care what is considered to be fashionable or cool or tasteful – it’s much more about following our own instincts,” bleats Tim Rice-Waterhouse-Oxley or whatever the fuck he’s called. That’s fine, granddad. We’re not listening.
Rebecca Robinson
mormanski’s 1st comment:
“I’m not talking about the album, I’m not talking about Keane, I’m talking about the song Spiralling.”
mormanski’s 2nd comment:
“Oh look. Straight in at number one in the album charts.”
“We’re tumbling down
We’re spiralling
Tied up to the ground
We’re spiralling…
I never saw the light
I never saw the light
I waited up all night
But I never saw the light”
Immense?