Architecture are a radically different band these days to the clattering ensemble of cardigan-wearing goof balls that released Fingers Crossed in 2003. They are now synth-rocking goof balls; inexplicably popular, somewhat po-faced goof balls who write ridiculous songs like Escapee – complete with farting bass notes and hollering backing vocals, elements that would be funny if they weren’t so ear-bendingly twee. It’s not that I don’t appreciate their songcraft, but those guys are creepy. In ten years, I haven’t heard a single genuine emotion expressed in an Architecture song, which leads me to believe that they are all robots – a bunch of creepy little robots who like to dance.
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