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Robert Rotifer, June 2010: They really are one of those bands. One of those bands that you see for the first time and instantly feel that nothing can stop them, barring a plane crash or a flower pot falling from a fourth-floor Viennese windowsill. One of those bands that remind you of all the essential things that great pop should be about: Like the pure cheek of singing a line such as “this goes out to every boy and girl” (“Fashion”) with sheer unironic conviction. Or the talent to write a song like “Cinnamon” that segues from a string-laden far-eastern-sounding...