Marcus Warner

Hopefully, his future musical endeavors will rightfully align his spiritual awakening with renewed vigor and lyrical prowess.

A pretty average, tired sounding album, which frustratingly appears to be more about delivery and actually taking the time to finish it properly than lack of talent or ideas.

The only qualification is that sometimes the vocals offer very similar fayre, and sometimes Foals myopic insistence on being intellectual squeezes any human touch from certain tracks. I haven't heard a better debut for a long time, this album will appeal to those too cool to read NME and those stupid enough to only read NME.