And goodness, what love. From the opening good-time stomp of ‘You Made Me Like It’, the album more than lives up to its name: each track is a veritable Ben’s cookie of chocolatey fun. Former single ‘You’re Supposed To Be My Friend’ is a chirpy, pogo-fest, as perfect for the dancefloor as it is for browsing the rails at Topshop. Meanwhile ‘Cult Status’ is an acid-tongued swipe at the very fools who think such unpretentious, poppy brilliance just isn’t edgy enough to deserve praise: ‘My cult status keeps me alive’, spits Lamacq-a-like Jackie McKeown, ‘my cult status keeps me fucking your wife’. And, with that immortal couplet under his belt, he skips off laughing in to the night.
1990s are as joyous and gleeful as their namesake decade was cynical and materialistic. You’d be a fool not to love them.
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