Bruce rode his diamante tiger into the bleeding heart of the sun, his mind whirred with the futility of it all, it started out as a simple night's shopping but alas nothing is as simple as it looks. the washing machine was out of stock and the trolley man wouldnt let him strap Hassgard to the trolley post. Bruce had even offered him a pound for this. The tracks passed into the blackness as the sun grew in front of Bruces eyes. All in all he had struggled with the subways album, the raw energy of their earlier days neuteured by big time production. He had chained Hassgard to a stationary car and ventured inside. Too many acoustic songs sucked away at the record, leaving too much of a difference between the fast(ish) songs and the slow ones, the main problem being that it makes all the songs sound the same, and prevents the album from gaining any momentum. The sun was cold this close Bruce presumed this was the sign of his brain melting. My initial feelings for the new album were immediately grinding down from optimism thanks to the atrocity of girls and boys, a song based around the dullest chorus the subways have ever written. kalifornia and shake shake were the stand out tracks, everyone else favourite i wont let you down, is a great riff attached to a poor song. The better points of the album aren't even included for uk listeners, streetfighter and the other song, they are good. OBSESSION is good, motorhead lite until the jangly bits, overall i dont think its worth the three year wait, it might be an album ruined by time, i look forward to hearing new songs at reading this summer to convert me to the new album, before that happens i will be eating the cheese of disappointment on the crackers of predictability. hassgard turned around, bruce ate sun pie until his mind turned to jam and fucked itself