Kind of like Bruce Banner (a.k.a. The Incredible Hulk) in reverse, I only like Chikinki when they're angry. Because when they're angry they're spiky, agitated and interesting. An English version of the Rapture if you will. So All Eyes is the thin end of the wedge: it's floaty and blissful but just so sickeningly polite that it becomes banal.
Based on Chikinki's previous efforts and their fantastic live apperances you expect them to take the vaguely menacing beat and slow verses and drive into some shit-kicker of a chorus, but they don't. The whole song you wait and you wait and you wait and then... it ends.
Chikinki have done, and can do much better. Maybe we just need to keep them pissed off, because if this is a happy, content Chikinki they can stick it. So if you're walking through town and you happen upon a member of Chikinki, do the British music scene a favour and, I don't know, give him a penny and take away a pound. Or kick him in the shins. Anything to keep the band enraged.