Friendly Fires (album) - Reception

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Friendly Fires originally debuted on the UK Albums Chart at number 38 on 13 September 2008. The following week, the album fell to number 88, before falling out of the Top 100 the week after. The album re-entered the Top 100 on two occasions, firstly at number 75 on 1 November 2008 and then again at number 95 on 21 December 2008, where it remained within the Top 100 for four consecutive weeks.

On 16 May 2009, the album re-entered the Top 100 once more at number 89, where it slowly began to climb the chart, eventually reaching number 37 on 6 June 2009. The album then slowly fell, before climbing to number 36 on 1 August 2009, weeks before the re-release of the album, due to being short-listed for the Mercury Prize of 2009.

The album was re-released in its deluxe format on 31 August 2009, and after falling to number 66, jumped to a new peak position of number 21 on 12 September 2009, where it remained on the chart for 3 more weeks before falling out of the Top 100.

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