Manic Street Preachers: Postcards From A Young Man

The Basics: The Manics return with their tenth outing, and the follow-up to last year’s astonishing Journal For Plague Lovers. Sonically, and for purely historical purposes, this is a perfect distillation of the Manics we’ve come to know and if not love, certainly appreciate.
To be honest, it probably shares more with James Dean Bradfield’s thoroughly decent solo album. The problem with this one is, we’re in Everything Must Go-era b-side territory, and current single ‘It’s Not War (Just The End Of Love)’ is probably the best thing on it.
The Verdict: Now we’re not as worried by this as we were 2005’s ‘Lifeblood’ – an album that was 45 minutes long yet managed the inexplicable by NOT HAVING ANY RUDDY TUNES ON IT.
‘Golden Platitudes’ “La la la” – refrain certainly sticks around your brain after the song’s finished, whilst the Duff McKagen-guesting ‘A Billion Balconies Facing The Sun’ reminds you just why you started listening to the album in the first place.
This is the Manics, after all? The sad thing is that after it’s over, all you want to do is fire up the likes of ‘Sleepflower’ or ‘She Is Suffering’. Postcards From A Young Man, eh? If I was writing one, it’d be to the Manics of yesteryear, and it’d be a simple “wish you were here”.
7 out of 10
James McVeigh

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