This writer will probably get lynched when the rest of the Time Out team read this, but the third Athlete album is… actually not that bad. Honestly, it isn’t. Sure, it’s still vehem-ently mid-paced, desperately-trying-to-do-Coldplay-when they’re-desperately-trying-to-do-Radiohead stuff, but in the almost abrasive guitars of ‘Tokyo’ or the Four Tet-y ‘Flying Over Bus Stops’there is more adventure than on any of their similarly-derided contemporaries’ efforts.
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What a shame you only gave this four stars. Athlete are, along with Guillemots, the country's finest songsmiths. Hats off to the drummer, who I feel contributes a lot to all their albums. Sums up where the rest of the Time Out team are too – in a cliquey little void. I guess they're just all young and inexperienced at listening to music and are fearful of what someone might say if they like something midstream. But then all music journos are like that. Must keep up appearances, etc.