Mike Skinner has a problem, and from the sound of it, it's life-threatening. He opens his second Streets full-length by moaning "It was supposed to be so easy..." as though he's about to deliver his deathbed confession, the classic tale of a crime gone wrong. Instead, three minutes later, it's clear what the "it" was: walking down to bring back a DVD rental, taking some money out of the machine, and calling his mother, who he'd just left at home, to tell her he wouldn't be back for tea. Believe it or not, but that's just another day in the life of Britain's favorite bedsit producer cum singer/songwriter.
It Was Supposed To Be So Easy
Could Well Be In
Not Addicted
Blinded By The Lights
Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way
Get Out Of My House
Fit But You Know It
Such A Twat
What Is He Thinking?
Dry Your Eyes
Empty Cans
