We all have a giggle at the silly musicians pompously proclaiming their genius. Because, the single theme of British music of the last decade has remained constant: no one likes a smart-arse. So, in essence, we have the band equivalent of the smart kid who shoplifts to get popular, who plays down their IQ to fit in.Īnd why not? There’s a great tradition of smart people at first confusing the world with the apparent simplicity of what they do: Iggy Pop, the Sex Pistols, even The Rolling Stones. At indie discos across the land their first two singles have been packing dancefloors. Because, withoutĭoubt, this debut is an album packed with tunes that will make anyone with legs dance. And certainly this debutįulfils their modest – but laudable – aim of making girls gyrate.
So they’re smart enough to play a little dumb. So Franz Ferdinand, then: Posturing? Yes. In short, last time we checked they weren’t quite Jet. Oh really? After all they sport art-school crops, stripey shirts and the moniker of the archduke whose assassination kick-started the First World War. Franz Ferdinand’s aim is to “make records that girls can dance to and to cut through postured crap”. It’s the modest ones you’ve got to look out for.
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