Barnes & Noble
You Could Have It So Much Better, indeed. On their sophomore outing, these Scots deliver on the implied promise of the disc's title -- and take some worthwhile artistic chances in the process. The quirky -- not to mention herky-jerky -- rhythms that made "Take Me Out" such a dance-floor favorite are still present here, most notably on the after-hours slink "The Outsiders." But rather than simply mimeographing the blueprint of their platinum-selling debut, the quartet spend much of this disc furiously scribbling out new directions, with mostly high-energy results. That's the case on the old-school punk foray "This Boy" -- a short, spiky ditty that'd do the Buzzcocks proud -- as well as on the sneering title track, which singer Alex Kapranos turns into a sort of post-millennial take on the Stones' "Satisfaction," dishing out a laundry list of media-whore jibes. Adrenaline isn't the only additive on display here: In contrast to the comparatively wide-eyed worldview they exuded last time around, the foursome wax enthusiastic about all manner of substance intake, tipping their hats to ecstasy on the spangled "What You Meant" and sniffing around the world of opiates on the spiky, electronic "The Fallen." Nevertheless, the disc offers no sign of dulled senses, just opened horizons that range from the goth grandeur of "Evil and a Heathen" to the deceptively bouncy smut-fest "Do You Want To?" At once sexy, silly, and scandalous, You Could Have It So Much Better touches all the right parts of the brain's pleasure center, and more than a few regions of the part that controls those spine chills. David Sprague
All Music Guide
Opting not to fix what broke them, You Could Have It So Much Better serves up more of the stylish, angular sound that worked so well on Franz Ferdinand's debut. After years of rehearsing in abandoned Glasgow warehouses and playing in relatively obscure groups like the Yummy Fur, it's perfectly understandable why the band chose not to mess with a good thing -- and why they chose to follow up the breakthrough success of Franz Ferdinand so quickly. But, after a year and a half of near-instant acclaim and constant touring, Franz Ferdinand return with songs that just aren't as consistently good as the album that made them so successful in the first place. A lot of You Could Have It So Much Better feels like a super-stylized caricature of the band's sound, with exaggeratedly spiky guitars, brooding crooning, and punky-yet-danceable beats. This isn't an entirely bad thing: "The Fallen" begins the album with a wicked, gleeful welcome back that embraces the jaunty mischief running through most of Franz Ferdinand's best moments, while "I'm Your Villain" effortlessly nails the darkly sexy vibe they strived for on Franz Ferdinand. Meanwhile, the famous friends, arty parties, and "shocking" homoeroticism of "Do You Want To" -- which feels more like a victory lap than a comeback single -- play like knowing, tongue-in-cheek self-parody. However, too many tracks on You Could Have It So Much Better are witty and energetic in the moment but aren't especially memorable. "You're the Reason I'm Leaving," "What You Meant," "This Boy," and the oddly anti-climactic finale, "Outsiders," are Franz-lite -- not at all bad, but not as good as even their early B-sides and certainly not up to the level of "Take Me Out." What helps save the album from being completely predictable are slower moments like the pretty, jangly "Walk Away" and atmospheric, piano-driven songs such as "Fade Together" (which really should've been the final track). Best of all is "Eleanor Put Your Boots On," a gorgeous, Beatlesque ballad that suggests that if Franz Ferdinand have songs this good in them, they're selling themselves, and their fans, short with most of the songs here (you could have it so much better, indeed). Not so much a sophomore slump as a rushed follow-up, You Could Have It So Much Better probably would've been better if Franz Ferdinand had waited until they had a batch of songs as consistent as their first album, but as it stands, it's still pretty good. Heather Phares