' 2011 sophomore effort, finds the gleefully cynical Brit trio delivering a batch of catchy, immediately memorable dance-rock tracks the likes of which haven't been heard since the glory days of and '90s Cool Britannia. Mixing the literate, biting social critique of ' with frontman 's jaded eye for ennui in the modern world, have crafted their own would-be classic 21st century masterpiece. Frontman , an avowed skewer of pop culture trends since 2007's , retains his humorously cynical yet wide-eyed lyrical gaze, which brings to mind both ' and ' personas of comedic intellectuals relenting to the debauched party atmosphere around them, which they don't quite approve of but can no longer ignore. The sentiment is perhaps best expressed on the delirious, revelatory anthem in which , despite the music not being to his taste, screams to the girl who invited him out to the club, "Shut up and move with me, move with me or get out of my face." Similarly, tracks like the driving post-punk disco cut and deliciously bleak are grand statements of Pyrrhic, drunken escape from the pressures of modern life, with crooning on "Finally! I know what it takes/It takes money and aeroplanes." He pushes the notion further on the brilliantly melodic, ennui-ridden baroque pop ballad 's "karaoke songs" from have been replaced by ' own songs, which are better than "citalopram" and "to be prescribed as freely as any decongestants." The song, like the rest , makes the case for as both rock stars and fools in their own pop star sitcom. ~ Matt Collar