Released: 2004
Music has a love/hate relationship with it’s own universal weakness for derivation; the chances are you’ve heard this one before, even if the people playing it are probably trying to make you hear what you see.
Formed in Glasgow when Alex Kapranos met student Bob Hardy (Bass) and subsequently Nick McCarthy (Guitars/Keyboards), Franz Ferdinand from the get-go felt impeccably curated, one of the first indie bands of the playlist generation for whom the past was filtered through several implicit layers of cool. Against a tableau of smeary electroclash and Lower East Side scuzz, their dry funk recalled early eighties New York via Talking Heads and Edinburgh via the almost criminally underrated Fire Engines.
Precedents aside and whatever we were being sold, Take Me Out broke the quartet out and broke all the rules too, smart, sexy and fat free. With it’s skronky key change and jerked out rhythms, this was a tune which made you dance like a robot from 1984, as immortalised by one of their contemporaries. Sounding like Mr.Brightside if he lived in Finnieston, the sincerest form of flattery had won again.
The Voice Of Unreason 
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