Sixth installment false Manchester brothers We are the Night is a futile and pretentious album. Its title alone raised local fears of extravagant intentions, especially after the disappointment Push the Button, alas founded foreboding from the title track and more with All Rights Reversed: the group decided to autoparodier, mimicking his own style boosting bells for cows and reverberated vocals A ridiculous that seems particularly taken on Do it Again and The Salmon Dance, which can greet the courage because at least the CB does not systematically flatter their audience (not here drooling tube to the sauce or Galvanize Setting Sun) but when boldness is a failure, we must not close our eyes save the album Three pieces of trash: Das Spiegel, A Modern Midnight Conversation and The Pills will not Help you Know, with former Tim Smith Midlake singer. Other than that, one wonders what is done there, while we had been warned in the first song, "There's no Path to Follow," This is the album too, and for my part I n 'go no Further.
