LP number three for this dream pop British band, and what a venture into post-punk obscurity it really is. An older fellow caught me listening to The Killers back when Hot Fuss was still fashionable and really laid into me. "All they did was rip off The Chameleons. See how funny this is? You think this crap is cool, but it isn't. They're a bunch of fucking hacks!-- sucking off someone elses teet". Moments later the yelping sound of a nearby dog prompted the aging hipster to abruptly leave. "It's all crap now," he muttered softly on his way out the door.
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