Pitchfork

Field Music, three guys with longtime ties to Maxïmo and Futureheads, play remix politics here, moving the kinetics out of the equation and add a bit of McCartney blah-soul to this mid-album weeper. Only, the blah is for blame and Paul Smith's conscience is heavy shit. "I always said you could rely on me/ Now I realize I was wrong." Can't get over how stripped down this comes off the original. The rockish urgency, Maxïmo's bread and butter, is sucked clean out. But the upswing is no more Go4 chit-chat, and good for Smith for re-recording the vocals on this one; it's now a classy bit of Diane Warren-as-nervy-Brit pop. In this case, schmaltz works.