Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah, here they are. The Lads. The Lads are all here, like you knew they would be. Lads! Lads! Lads!
Yeah, this album is fine, I guess.
Keep the curtains drawn all day
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah, here they are. The Lads. The Lads are all here, like you knew they would be. Lads! Lads! Lads!
Yeah, this album is fine, I guess.
Keep the curtains drawn all dayThe Manic Street Preachers’ fifteenth album is one that is extremely easy to appreciate, so long as you’re ready to accept an entire trolley worth of caveats.
Firstly, this is the band’s 15th [FIFTEENTH] album. Few bands with any kind of success ever get this far, never mind a band that started out already preplanning their self-destruction, and coming 34 years after a debut-album the band promised would be their last. And, hey, for a group of three men in their mid fifties this ‘Critical Thinking’ is a great accomplishment. My colleague at work recently had her 50th birthday, and would she be able to produce an album of this quality? Highly unlikely.
Imposter syndrome, fuck that!