The Vaccines – review

Alexandra Palace, London"I'm nobody's hero," hollers Justin Young during Teenage Icon, the self-deprecating centrepiece of the Vaccines' second album, Come of Age. Some 10,000 lager-flinging addicts, bawling along, beg to differ. For all of the new album's wrestlings with the implications of success and adulation, playing it in this stately shed instantly makes its themes of hopelessness, misanthropy and lack of star quality sound as ludicrous as a professor Brian Cox lecture on the fundamental ...

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