This album is anything but intimate. The first track sounds like a rocked up version of the Chemical Brothers, Block Rockin' Beats, moderately acceptable. The second track sounds like Holla Back Girl goes gothic and spouts from Silver Lake to Williamsburg. Both former hipster havens for this former hipster band. I give up on track 5. The inane teenage lyrics drive me absolutely batty. And then I have to accept that I have simply outgrown this band. Like I outgrew Smashing Pumpkins. Which probably means that this album will huge for Bloc Party. Intimacy suffers from the same tragic over production. That's all i can say. And welcome to ipodfucker. Few holds barred, destroying the recording industry one album at a time. Have a nice day.
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