Hey all... time to sharpen those pens and draw blood from the album that you regretted buying the most... the album that promised so much like a beautiful woman but ended up delivering you a dose of the clap. To start.... Fever To Tell - Yeah Yeah Yeahs. I should have known. When the Evening Standard article I read on this up and coming band concentrated more on the lead singer's dress sense than the music, alarm bells should have been clanging away. "Exuberant", "angular"... words fawning critics used to describe this cacophony of screeching guitar, yelping vocals and scattered drums. I've rarely had a less pleasurable listening experience - my ears literally bled, I stared at the cover ("Did I pick up the demo version?"), will it grow on me (like cancer?)... No no no. Do not believe the hype. This record is bobbins. Is there a reason why a single word chorus has you be squealed over and over like Karen O has just sat on a chair with a strategically placed drawing pin? Even the White Stripes realised that the "no bass guitar" thing was a dead duck - they opened their latest album with the best bass riff of the year. Without the warmth of a bass, this album sounds like you are playing it through the tinniest speakers with the treble turned all the way up to 11. Singularly rubbish, over-worshipped and a placemat in the making, this CD made me fall out with music. A crime that can never be forgiven.