Franz Ferdinand

Finding something new to say about Scotland's finest art-rockers is hard to do. Everything about Alex Kapranos and co is so, well, safe. You know exactly what you are going to get - a few new songs, slightly more disco than the old ones, but not so much so that they alienate the old fans, old standards like 'Take Me Out' and 'This Fire', and the bit where they all batter seven shades of something out of the drumkit during 'The Outsiders'. Hell, you can even tell that there will be no 'Darts of Pleasure' tonight, because bass player Bob Hardy doesn't have a microphone. It's enjoyable, but it's hardly exciting.