Everything Everything – review

Village Underground, LondonIn the week that they finally cracked the top 40 with Cough Cough, a taster for their second album, there are things about Manchester's mathtronic masters Everything Everything that they might wish were left unsaid. Such as that when singer Jonathan Higgs drops out of his trademark eunuch falsetto during the swelling cello pomp of Duet, he sings so uncannily like Chris Martin that we're essentially doing the trendster jerk to Viva la Vida. Or that for every achingly cr...

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