At last The Maccabees return, and with ‘No Kind Words’, they do so in quite some style. Those expecting the return of the arty romantics that delighted so many last time may be taken off guard by the dark and angry five-piece that has returned in their place. The pulsating guitar and fist in the air choruses are still there, but with them comes a new-found frustration at the world, and instead of singing about swimming pools and toothpaste kisses, lead singer Orlando laments about being alone and general bad stuff. But the quality of the tunes has not deserted them, and No Kind Words pulses with energy and a fiery determination. It promises much for the return of The Maccabees and sends out a certain warning to their pretenders.
Review by Rob Sellars