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As informed by the faded ennui of working-class Sheffield as Pulp's Different Class, Pickled Eggs and Sherbert is a world-weary vignette of dole cheques, wet weekends and thwarted ambitions. All Seeing I are three studio boffins with a past in the city's thriving avant-techno scene, but to ensure Pickled Eggs and Sherbert wasn't just another faceless dance album, they recruited a small canon of home-grown talent. Sheffield-born cabaret king Tony Christie breaks the album in with "Walk Like A Panther"--a story of a has-been entertainer back for revenge, and the Human League's Phil Oakey sings the album's best track--the tragi-comic "First Man In Space". If any of the album's wry phrasings seem familiar, it's because the album's lyrics are provided by Pulp's Jarvis Cocker, Crown Prince of the offbeat lyric. Thankfully, in the company of such pleasantly eccentric beats, the peculiar melange of Picked Eggs and Sherbert makes perfect sense. --Louis Pattison
You really have to hear this album to know if you will like it or not. The tracks swing from chessey brilliance to bumpy dance. I wish I could say that there is something for everyone on this album but there isn't, however if you think you have a slightly tilted out look on life then it is worth a try. All the tracks on the album are by no means brilliant however the ones that irritate change with your mood and there will always be stand out tracks although these may change as you listen too. Soory fo the rubbish review but this is just something you have to hear for yourself and I urge you to buy it today!
It just goes to show one man's meat and all that. I have to disgree with the other reviewers about the quality of this album, although I couldn't agree more with it's eclectic nature. My taste in music often seeks the unusual, and to me this album's "lack of cohesion" reads as an "escape from a straightjacket". I love each and every last avenue of it. The suave vocal tracks are assured stories set to music. The choice of collaborators is spot on (and being a huge fan of Stephen Jones, any excuse to get him on record is welcome), and all add their own character onto their track. The musical tracks are much more dance centred. I agree a whole album of the dance stuff would be hard to sustain, but the counterpoints between vocal and rug cutting boogie beats of a varying styles, make this album an irresistible and delicious stew. Tasty. Try some.
There are so many contributors to this patchy debut album from The All Seeing I that it is difficult for it to establish any identity. Whilst Baby Bird's Stephen Jones and Pulp's Jarvis Cocker are renown for producing melancholia and dressing it up in happier musical surroundings, there's also veteran crooner Tony Christie providing vocals on Walk Like A Panther. 'Beat Goes On' (credited to Sonny Bono) possesses a cute charm with its staccato sound and Human League's Phil Oakey bemoans the fall from grace of Chicken Nuggets. It's occasionally dull (the misleadingly-titled 'Sweet Music' being the chief culprit plus the unncessary filler at the end of the album) but generally an interesting listen; the main problem is that there is such a lack of cohesiveness about the whole concept that it feels like a typical film soundtrack where disparate themes are melded together and quality control is uneven.