This is so odd. I could swear I’ve reviewed Cosmo Jarvis‘ double-album debut before, but I don’t see a record of it. Anyhow, it’s worth another mention. It takes balls–big balls–to start your career with a double album. And, incidentally, Cosmo promises to wash his balls if you’ll grab them. Yeah, it’s lowbrow pop, all hooks and thumping beat, but it’s also a lot of fun. It made me think of The Darkness with a brain, or Franz Ferdinand without one. I really wanted to dislike this album. I mean, it’s UK aggressive postpunk, laced with cheap profanity, sexual references, and well-designed to be popular. But then, why would I want to dislike this? This is what teens should be listening to. If we could get to a place where all pop was like Cosmo Jarvis, we would show great growth as a species.