Up All Night : Razorlight : Review : Rolling Stone

Razorlight frontman Johnny Borrell doesn't hurt for confidence. He's been known to compare himself to geniuses such as John Keats, Orson Welles and Bob Dylan -- or as Borrell memorably proclaimed, "If Dylan's making the chips, then I'm drinking the champagne." He has also informed the world that

Razorlight's debut is a masterpiece. He's got the golden rock-star mop, the London sneer and a band full of crazy Swedes. But fortunately, he's also got the tunes. Up All Night is a brilliant mod explosion of scruffy pub punk, in the mode of his old friends the Libertines. Borrell yowls purple poetry about crazy girls getting lost looking for kicks in London ("Golden Touch") and the boys who get lost looking for the girls ("Vice"). This ego has landed.