Lyrically, Matty Healy finally lays himself bare in the emotional sense, rather than just whipping off his top and skipping about, bottle of plonk in hand and fingers in his ears.Īt its best, it’s captivating. Gentle and soft-of-touch, it’s a slow jam in every sense of the word. Battering its audience over the head with a handbag full of glitter, ‘Love Me’, ‘UGH!’ and ‘The Sound’ have revelled in confusion by cabaret. Brash and blinding, The 1975’s return has attempted to dazzle at every turn.
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