Favourite album for a great many people way back in 2008, the self titled debt from British act Friendly Fires was almost the whole thing one great big indie anthem itself. Paris, On Board, Jump In The Pool, White Diamonds, all fucking great tracks that haven’t dated terribly in the past few years of their existence and are still good for a drunken dance in your bedroom nightclub, the one that springs into action when you’re getting ready to head out of a Friday night. We’ve all got one. An old friend of mine had a name for hers and a detailed door policy.
We are expecting a second album middle of May this year, from a slightly older and undoubtedly wiser Friendly Fires, probably with different haircuts and new sneakers, if I was going to speculate. Hopefully the past couple of years haven’t drained them of too much pop-rambunctiousness, a vital ingredient to their sound and something that seems to be sorely lacking in this current climate of electro-folk-balladeers enjoying more than their fair share of the indie spotlight.
If you’re not the type to insist on intellectualising your music when really you could just be having fun; fuck art, let’s dance.
