She's alone, he's alone

I had high hopes for the Futureheads. Their debut crashed into the post-punk obsessed mid-00s with rocking out and harmony in equal measure, and was a catchy ride all the way through. I remember seeing them live and loving their jumping around with guitars that seemed too small for their bodies. I lost the thread after their sophomore slump, which probably says more about my own attention deficit than their failings. But this track from that second album has something interesting about it — going all underwater and spacious and adding some unexpected mystery, without sacrificing their best and hookiest instincts.

The Futureheads - Burnt