By Séamus Smyth

5. Banquet

If you wish to quickly determine whether Bloc Party is your cup of English Fog, listen no further than one of their breakthrough tracks, “Banquet.” The distinct drums, the propelling guitars and of course the overall pleasant mood that these English gents are usually in, make this Bloc Party a must-attend fiesta for all ready to groove.

4. Compliments

It is the sound of deep contemplation. A distinct vibration that captures the mystery of a Fall evening as it robs the trees of their coloured leaves. The eerie tone captures one of the essential aspects of Bloc Party, that being their willingness to display their emotional scars and blemishes through the wizardry of audio.

3. Ion Square

“Ion Square” has a robotic reverb that grows with intensity as the song pierces through its metallic shield and cuts to the heart of anyone lucky enough to listen. Bloc Party are natural poets, but they refuse to shy away from everyday speech, exemplified by the line, “I love my life, when I’m fucking you.” This locker room banter manages to sound perfectly inserted as it launches the track past every other proclamation of genuine sentiment and into a rare stratosphere of creativity.

2.  Blue Light (anti-gravity remix)

You are the bluest light, the dimmest light, the closest colour of light before one’s world turns to black. It is a reflective piece dedicated to the last glimmer of hope. “I still feel you and the taste of cigarettes,” is a reminder of how even though the smell and overall appeal of cigarettes have exited their glory days, the taste of Marlboro-flavoured lips and tongues are still undeniably delicious.

1. Sunday

One-night stands are clearly unhealthy for the mind and body, but do they perhaps deserve maybe a morsel of good will? The river of alcohol running through a man’s and a woman’s body influences his or her emotions profoundly, but is it plausible that this temporary wild rush of lust has sprinkles of true love hovering above its shallow surface? Bloc Party seem to admit to partaking in one or two evenings of raucous boot-knocking, but then deliver a most comforting line to their potentially apprehensive partner for the night: “I’ll love you in the morning.” It is either wonderfully sincere and a way of declaring that despite one’s drunkenness, they will still be capable of cherishing their latest bunk-mate once the vodka escapes the system, or it is one of the best pickup lines to be imported from England.