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Not that this is without precedent: In June 2005, I watched the Heads perform an acoustic set, culled from their self-titled debut, at Pianos, and the band was raucous and wild, despite the tiny venue and lukewarm reception. World sounds like theyve only increased their resolve in the last three years, ending on a note of defiance and jubilation with See What You Want to See: I roll with the punches and make the most of it, they sing, and for a moment you can imagine them as a pop-punk band on the Warped Tour, singing to screaming kids, not saddled with the bored consumers of the indie movement.
Which isnt to say, though, that everything is alright. Lyrically, there are some clippy moments: You will never find anyone to come along and take you by surprise, frontman Barry Hyde chastises on Think Tonight, while the title track moans that the pavements cracked and the cars are swollen. (Or is that stolen, or potentially Simolean? Its hard to tell given the skuzzy guitars and Hydes elongated British delivery.) The band has cause to feel nervous: In January, the Futureheads were dropped from their major label and started Nul Records (as distinct from the Japanese gabber/hardcore label of the same name) to compensate. But even while tracing unhappy sentiments, Worlds worldview is relentlessly positive. The line beginning Everybody wears their frown, after a short beat, ends with upside-down. The pause is long enough to be momentarily unsettling, but not so long as to ruin the cheer.
The Futureheads play Bowery Ballroom June 17, boweryballroom.com