It isn't that you can't, is it Bobby? It's just that you won't.
Yeah, you're happy enough retreating when it involves a trip to Altamont '69; rolling out that
Mick'n'Keef thing so that once again the world divides itself into two factions: one sneering
"washed-up Stones tribute act", one proclaiming "fookin' rock'n'roll maaaan",
but both just wishing you could find a way of smacking Swastika Eyes into Moving On Up into
Kowalski into Rocks, thus producing an album so brilliant that upon hearing its magnificence world
peace would spontaneously be declared and Luke Prichard would spontaneously disappear.
But the more we ask, the less likely we are to receive. Instead, we'll get Can't Go Back. With a
bassline hinting at Vanishing Point, a siren hinting at Accelerator and a poppy zing
hinting at, well, nothing previous. No doubt, it's pretty fine: there's a seedy, kraut-rock
edge to it, Bobby's wasted wail is precisely frazzled and it's as good a chorus as we've seen this
summer. So, if the future is to be spend not doing exactly what you did before, it'll do.