As a Dodgy Super-Fan since the early days, I have to admit I was a little sceptical about the original line-up getting back together after so many years. Don't get me wrong, I was PUMPED - like that part of you that was excited to see the new Indiana Jones film when it came out, despite that fact that if it sucked it would crush your dreams and spoil a perfect record. Because if it turned out amazing... Well that would be the greatest thing. So, imagine my delight when I realised that, unlike George Lucas, the Dodgy boys are still just as capable of weaving magic as they were back in the glory days.
All the reviews of this album in the press are pretty similar (and positive) - talk of autumnal finger-picked guitars, Fleet Foxes-style harmonies, rich melody - and they're right. If only the broadsheets and glossy monthlies would drop all the irritating talk of Dodgy being cheeky chappies, incapable of writing anything that wasn't directly about summer or inherently goofy, and acting surprised at their supposed newfound maturity. Dodgy have ALWAYS been fantastic songwriters - listen to One Of Those Rivers or Grassman for proof - and it just fills me with joy that they managed to put their differences aside to give us (at least) one more beautiful album.
I hope they carry on - I hope there's more to come. Dodgy may never be as successful commercially as they were, but frankly I don't care about that. This album is the sound of a band making music for the love of doing it, which is why it sounds so full of soul, life and joy.
I think you should buy it.