lovely little piece at the guardian by john harris on the new franz ferdinand single and how goopy good it is (and it is, tho maybe not as brill as john says). it's always great to see a critic lay down the cudgel and pick up the bong and say 'hey! this used to bug me but now it gives me the heebie jeebies!' (just like it's always great to see them suddenly turn on a hoary old favorite - it's the spectacle of them admitting their own subjectivity, i guess.)