Other tracks fizzle with ominous lyrics, accompanied by coolly sinister melodies that are unsettling in the most deeply satisfying way.įranz manages to wrap the album up at exactly the level of morbidity you’d expect from a band that once used human bone as an instrument. There are still a few pleasant surprises “Fresh Strawberries” is an existential crisis swathed in a sweet little retro-pop wrapper. The album shows progress without losing any of the frenzied energy from previous work. Luckily for listeners, “Right Thoughts…” is also an album about dancing. Franz Ferdinand has proudly stuck to its dance rock roots, brandishing its live instruments in a world turning ever-increasingly to the electronic.
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Anyone listening can so easily become the smiling madman asking for a manual to life, the forlorn wanderer looking for something to hold onto, the “proudest man in the world” who can’t admit he’s wrong to the one he loves the most. The songs from “Right Thoughts…” become collaboration between artist and audience to cobble together a deeper significance, the listeners adding feelings and experiences to Franz Ferdinand’s excellently turned phrases. The singer makes it a point to never discuss his private life to the public, leaving the stories he weaves wide open for anyone to step into. Kapranos doesn’t believe in easy answers and he certainly doesn’t hand any out to his listeners.
“Right Thoughts…” is an album about questions, both unanswered and unanswerable. It is this sense of perpetual restlessness which permeates Franz’ new album.
Love, heartbreak, religion, death Kapranos turns his unflinching attention on each in turn, never satisfied with an easy answer. Kapranos is equal parts unquenchable curiosity and unstoppable passion, a combination that gives him an unabashed and indiscriminate interest in the world around him. “ Come home, practically all is nearly forgiven.” The first words on Franz Ferdinand’s new album, “Right Thoughts, Right Words, Right Action” are pulled straight from a postcard that frontman Alex Kapranos found at a flea market.ĭelving through strangers’ private correspondence is in no way out of character for the deceptively fresh-faced Scotsman.