When the pundits fail to deliver the negativity, smart bands criticize themselves. Just see the Cardiff-based septet's new followup, Hold on Now, Youngster.... It opens with a track titled "Death to Los Campesinos!" and continues with lyrics like "Four sweaty boys with guitars tell me nothing about my life."
Crawl out from underneath the self-deprecation and one discovers an identity crisis. Los Campesinos! narrate with Sarah Records props, but their buried melodies, rarely harmonizing double lead vocals, and relentless chord-chugging betray garage-rock leanings. The trouble is, Los Campesinos! do cute better, so one comes away with a craving for more gossamer moments.