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Forming negative opinions on bands before you've heard any of their music - it's the new describing bands as the 'greatest in the world. Ever. Bar none'. Isn't that right Klaxons; you leaders of the revolution, spokespeople for a generation and saviours of the planet?
Admittedly, it's not their fault. All they did was touch on a set of musical influences not noticed by the masses for ten or so years, and bang. MDMAmazing. New-'insert genre here'-tastic. Actually, while we're on the subject, the MDMA thing is pretty clever. The rest of it, meh. Since when has anything 'new' actually turned out to be good. New Labour, new Coke. Newport. All rubbish, albeit after an initial honeymoon period. With the obvious exception of Newport. That was always shite.
So what of Golden Skans. Well, it's alright. Pretty good even. The J. G. Ballard referencing chorus whooshes delightfully down the simple melodic runway that the verses lay, taking off to create something fragile and delightful; a shimmery filigree of past euphorias and future possibilities. Which is a fine recommendation, for even after a predisposition towards hating their every fibre, Klaxons manage to be immensely likeable.
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