Despite their protestations that collaborations don't work, Franz Ferdinand and Sparks turn out to be a match made in heaven. Ron Mael still is the most terrifying man alive, Russell Mael has more energy in his late 60's than I do in my late 20's, and the whole set, from the Sparksified version of "Michael" to the camp majesty of "Achoo" is an arch, tongue-in-cheek delight from start to finish.
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