Our now-seemingly-weekly series staggers on with a truly mediocre band raking in millions across the globe for some buffed-up US take on ‘80s indie. What are they doing here then? Every dog must have its day – even a dog that has the chutzpah to carry on like nothing happened after releasing a piss-weak Springsteen knock-off as a second album – and despite the hypnotherapy, primal scream exercises, stiff talkings-to from concerned friends, I bloody love this song.
“Is he singing about being a soldier?” Junior misses the mark, but wallows in the warm riffs, uplifting keys, rolling drums and pleasing bookends of The Killers’ only good record. “No, he’s singing about not being a soldier.”
“Oh.”
I’ve got soul but I’m not a soldering iron:
Jukebox Junior 
Speaking as someone who’s never actually seen a picture of the Killers before:
BWA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
LOOK AT THE STATE OF THEM
The song is shit.
Wise words, George, wise words.
You’re right, it’s shit.
The picture is getting all too familiar at this stage.
This place is getting right shoddy. It’s all my other top secret projects, you see? I can only procrastinate on so many at any given time.
This week, for sure. I’d post it now, but I want to do it “justice”.
Just to keep things moving, but isn’t their new single truly horrendous?
I think at this point we can mark down the whole band as horrendous.
That big block-headed lad is representative of the lot. I presume he plays bass.
The new single is amazingly bad. Clueless. They should go back to being croupiers (presumably).