BBC Review
'Yours Truly Angry Mob' is going to rule the world. Well, for the next couple of...
Jerome Blakeney2007
A billion useless words are expended daily on the âdifficultyâ of producing a second album (especially following one that outsold sliced bread). Thank goodness the Kaiser Chiefs ignored them all and just got on with the job. Yours Truly Angry Mob is going to rule the world. Well, for the next couple of months anyway.
While itâs the entirely dull Ordinary Boys who have revived ska as a household word, itâs the Kaiser Chiefs who seem to have brought back the true spirit of Madness. Not since Suggs and Co. gave it all up to host game shows and release greatest hits albums every two years have a band revelled in the sheer joy of being young, free and not-so-innocent. Following their reintroduction of the word âtheeâ into everyday usage, they now pile on song after song of schoolboy cheekiness (dressed up as anger, natch). Even on âThe Angry Mobâ (aimed at reactionary tabloid junkies) and âHighroydsâ (about a mental hospital) they still sound like theyâre really hanging around waiting for detention. âEverything Is Average Nowadaysâ mentions playing football and sledging, for goodness sake. It may not be the crack-smoking, groupie-mauling chic we expect of our rock stars, but itâs a damn sight cooler for it.
Yours Truly⌠pumps up Employmentâs energy factor in full anticipation of those stadiums theyâll have to fill this summer. Singalong choruses, snappy little epiphets and frankly bouncy playing all guarantee that everyone and their mates will be punching the air at an enormo-shed near you soon.
Only on the slower âTry Your Bestâ does the attention start to waver. Yes, the up-tempo numbers are often die-cut copies of each other and yes, the lyricsâ self-conscious attempts to be âquirkyâ tends to get tedious. But hey, with such bravado and glee at its heart, only a dead cod could object to Yours Truly⌠Before Ricky becomes a regular fixture on every TV quiz show and the band fade from consciousness, letâs just enjoy âem while we can. In ten years weâll miss them. The little scampsâŚ

