Manic Street Preachers - 'Send Away The Tigers' (Columbia) Released 07/05/07

Elsewhere there are signs that the Manics are starting to enjoy themselves again. Both the title-track and ‘I’m Just A Patsy’ are more than obvious nods to the influence of Guns N Roses (it’s been 15 years the excess of Axl Rose and co was acknowledged with the immense debut that was ‘Generation Terrorists’, alongside the promise that the Manics would split up soon after its release). The former heralds the first arena-sized lyrically-amazing chorus of the album (there are many), while the confusingly-titled latter song allows itself the indulgence of a (gasp!) guitar solo (again, there are many).

As well as the nod to the hardcore that is ‘Underdogs’, ‘Send Away The Tigers’ also features a couple of accompanying tracks that acknowledge the band’s history without slipping into lamentable parody. The great pop moment that is ‘Your Love Alone…’, a disarmingly simple duet between James Dean Bradfield and Nina Persson, echoes the classic ‘Little Baby Nothing’ (just without the porn star factor), while the following ‘Indian Summer’ is nothing less than a more downbeat, marginally less climatic version of ‘A Design For Life’. The referencing on both occasions is playful and knowing, rather than proving to represent a dearth of ideas, and suggests that if this is indeed the Manics’ last album then the politico-firebrands of old are laying their career to bed with a final ‘quasi-greatest hits’-style lap of honour, and not some desperate Oasis-like effort at recapturing former glories.

Speaking of politico-firebrands, it also turns out that the Manics can still do overtly righteous anger: both ‘Imperial Bodybags’ and ‘Rendition’ may not score high in the subtlety department (couple the titles with lyrics like “children wrapped in homemade flags” and it wouldn’t take a degree in global politics to discern the subtext) but their cumulative effect is like being shouted at by John Pilger at a Clash gig: sledgehammer sloganeering meeting wall-of-sound punk. If this was a debut we’d all be counting the seconds before the ruling elite collapsed, burnt by the fires of their own injustice. Or something.

And that’s the current world of the Manic Street Preachers. It’s like having finally exorcised all their creative pretensions they’ve finally realised that the band we fell in love with is the androgynous idealists of ‘Generation Terrorists’, the fiercely intelligent apocalyptic poets of ‘The Holy Bible’, the heart-on-sleeve romantics of ‘Everything Must Go’. ‘Send Away The Tigers’ may not be the precise sum of these not insubstantial parts, but it’s pretty close. They’ll be legends yet.