While it may have been sofa so good for The Kooks, it stops now. Yes, the summer-jangle by the way of erectile dysfunction of debut single Eddie's Gun was fun, but only because you heard it whilst gallivanting frivolously in the scorching sunshine, drinking cider with Rosie. On a slate grey day in October, it's just dull. And bloody annoying.
It's the same story here. Look, if people are effected by seasonal affective disorder then bands can be too and, like The Magic Numbers, The Kooks seem to make no sense outside of those twelve days where it's hot enough for the water companies to declare drought conditions and tell us to stop washing our cars and watering our dogs.
At the very least that first record sounded a bit like Supergrass, this, this just sounds fucking Dodgy, like an over zealous busker on the London Underground with a well thumbed copy of Britpop For Dummies and an unstoppable desire to whistle cheerily in your face. Still, they're young and may get better - we're just going to have to wait and settee.
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