Album Review: FFS - FFS

With seemingly shared intellectual and musical outlooks, the mind-meld of Franz Ferdinand and Sparks — a band who could almost be their glam-era forebears — should work very much hand-in-glove.

Both love their little operatic flourishes and slightly superior asides. But as they sipped their gin & tonics, perhaps they revelled in their in-jokes a little too much. So, while there’s the arched eyebrow and dry-to-fruity witticisms of ditties like The Man Without A Tan, titling another of their baroque little constructions Collaborations Don’t Work – even tongue-in-cheek – might be just a bit too clever for their own good.