They are the band for the anxious, the over-thinkers, the romantics who hide behind cynicism. In a world that demands we pick a lane, The 1975 built a career in the breakdown lane.

Here is the eulogy for the irony age, told through the five (soon to be six) chapters of The 1975. The Vibe: Rainy nights in suburban England, chain-smoking outside a train station, wearing a parka you can’t really afford.

If Brief Inquiry was a panic attack, Notes is the bipolar manic episode that follows. Criticized for being "bloated" (22 tracks, 80 minutes), this is actually the most honest album about the modern condition:

The title alone is a thesis statement. It is verbose, pretentious, and achingly beautiful. This is the "difficult second album" that wasn't difficult at all. Here, The 1975 discovered the studio as an instrument.