The Kooks - Junk of the Heart
"Let's get this one out of the way", I sighed, as I opened the tab and begun this review. The Kooks have got a lot of flak over the years for "sound[ing] like they're rolling over and begging Radio 1 to fuck them" (Johnny Borrell), and to be fair they've never really been anything above foot-tappingly pleasant to me. Though I can't help but feel aggrieved by the amount of hate they get - an amount only really worthy of bestowing upon Scouting For Girls - when they've coined some rather great songs ( She Moves In Her Own Way, Naïve, Always Where I Need to Be ). So perhaps it's because I have a long queue of comparatively more interesting artists to review that I greet this, their third LP, with little more than fatigue. It certainly begins as all of their material tends to: 'Junk of the Heart (Happy)' is a bright and romantic burst of pop-rock that warms the cockles somewhat, but is far from their catchiest efforts. They meander throug...