We’re through being cool.
We’re through being cool.
It’s a dead man’s party, who could ask for more? Everybody’s coming, leave your body at the door.
Words are very unnecessary – they can only do harm.
And I’ve been putting out the fire with gasoline.
Freedom of choice is what you got. Freedom from choice is what you want.
Can’t stop now, don’t you know I ain’t never gonna let you go, don’t go.
In touch with the ground, I’m on the hunt I’m after you. A scent and a sound, I’m lost and I’m found, and I’m hungry like the wolf.
Safe in the heat of the moment, a stillness that comes to me when I’m close to you.
Sometimes I feel I’ve got to run away. I’ve got to get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me.
Every little thing the reflex does leaves you answered with a question mark.
Destroyed by MTV, I hate to bite the hand that feeds me.
The most incredible ‘80s album… of 2010.
Chic, posh, and pulsing synth pop are tops for the lads of the furry, fluffy, feathered and/or aquatic creature shop.
Britpop that’s deeply soaked in 1970s and 1980s influences spanning post-punk to glam rock to synth pop to dance music.
Riding on the Metro.
Don’t you want me to tell you? Read on.
Love love “Bulletproof,” and the whole album has a high-octane dance pop energy.