Bloc Party's 'Signs' is a tune. FACT.

A few things that have been irritating us recently:

1.) People who deem it ok to emblazon 'philosophy' all over their facebook profile. Yes you enjoyed an extended jolly in Australia funded almost entirely by Mummy and Daddy a gap year, no it doesn't make vacuous statements like 'the juice was worth the squeeze' acceptable.

2.) People who finish sentences with FACT. No, just no.

3.) Bloc Party's Kele Okekere announcing to anyone who cares to listen that he's 'trying to be heroic, in an age of modernity'

For the purposes of this post, let's focus on point 3. First up, we like Bloc Party. A lot. Great band, big tunes, awesome live. And yet the nagging doubt never fully goes away. Might Kele actually be, well, a bit of a tit?

The Times' Pete Paphides put it better, when he described Kele's musings as 'the ennui of too many Shoreditch gallery openings' - cynical, sure, but pretty much spot on. It was something that hampered 'A Weekend In The City' (Kele detailing the horror of eating caviar in various East London hotspots was a particularly ill advised lyrical venture) but that, thankfully, has been rained in for Bloc Party's third set, 'Intimacy'.

It's a shame, cos here's a guy who can still pen lyrics that really hit home. Take 'Signs' for example. Taking on the thorny issue of the passing of a close friend, it's one of those tunes that floors you on first listen - electronic pulses and swelling strings combine with almost child-like lyrics to create a bonafide tearjerker.

"I see signs now all the time / that you're not dead you're sleeping / I believe in anything / that brings you back home to me"

That's sure to have all the Shoreditch massive weeping into their spray-on jeans.

Check out the live version (big up to Kele for the cheeky nod to Transformers. Big!):