After several months of seeing the album Contra resting on the shelf, today, at last, I have decided to listen to it. The first listening just confirmed my suspicions. Regardless of the amount of good reviews written, they are nothing but another little band doing the same all over again, this rock-funky-dance-young-careless-londoner style. They sound like the worst Arctic Monkeys songs, the least interesting of Franz Ferdinand's, some Razorlight ones, or The Coral, or any of the other thousand bands passing by in front of us so quickly that we hardly notice them.
Maybe in a few months time I will listen again Contra and it will sound completely different. Maybe I will be in a better mindset. This is the magic and the curse of music: it is so bloody subjective that to talk about it with someone who feels differently is like talking Chinese to a Dutch.
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