Do you remember 2005? When music was so dull that labels like Dance To The Radio got the critics in a froth? Well, not us, man – we live in the future. And in the future – the happy, happy future – the Pigeon Detectives’ style of clodhopping nursery rhyme plod-rock has been outlawed by Prime Minister Horrid Henry. This second album is practically indistinguishable from the first (the odd acoustic outing aside). Good news for their legion of chanting fans, we’re sure.
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