For those of you who like their music to stick like a wet paper towel to a communal toilet ceiling, this record might make you impatient.
On first listen, not many of the
tracks leave a lasting impression, and one struggles to find any difference
between the first and last song. There are flashes of greatness in tracks like…
ooh what’s its name?... and… y’know, that other one… but these are few and far
between.
Though, after a few more listens, the songs grow familiar and
magically develop album placement then track numbers and eventually titles.
Those aforementioned brief encounters with greatness actually last longer in
the form of anthemic “Books and Boats” and “A Place Now,” however, these find
their antithesis in a few average and quite boring tracks that can’t help but
come across as a poor mans’ Damien Rice.
Maybe this album could have benefitted
from a cut in length, which, at 13 songs, would have done away with some of the
filler leaving the good tracks better identifiable, and ultimately, making the
record less yawn-some.
2/5
Review by Lizzie Warburton
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