on 26 October 2000
It's not often one can muster up any excitement for a group these days, so when a band like Cousteau come along, it's a real shock to the system. Surely, bands like this just DON'T EXIST anymore?! Oh, but they do, and this amazing 5-piece have produced the most beautiful and uplifting album these jaded ears have heard for many years.... With each word wonderfully phrased and sung by Liam Mckahey, and each instrument played with such care and cleverness. Melodies that caress the spirit and make the heart soar. Songs crafted, and I mean 'crafted' in the truest sense of the word, as if they've been hewn from life itself. Davey Ray, you must be a genius-I can't help but gush with praise. This band are going to be labelled as 'funereal', 'maudlin', 'moody' etc, but to attach these labels is to misunderstand the essence of 'Cousteau'. It's serious stuff, but there's wit there too, and, a rare thing this, in todays' woeful 'music scene', these songs actually MEAN SOMETHING! Do your heart a favour, buy this record.
on 24 November 2000
Its great to "stumble" across a CD like this - intelligent songwriting, REAL instruments and a lazy, relaxing vibe that flows through every track. Think Colin (Black)Vearncombe's voice, replace the 80's synth backing with acoustic instrumentation and you've got it! This Band deserve to be huge!
on 29 October 2000
Why this incredible album isnt lauded as a masterpiece is a mystery to me. There is genuine passion to Liam Mcaheys vocals while the melodies are beautiful. Half the time he sounds like Bowie and the rest like Scott Walker, a brilliantly realised album...it sounds like it was recorded in a very dark, very smoky room.
Fans of Jackie Leven, Scott Walker or Cathal Coughlan (with whom the lead singer shares his luscious, smooth beguiling vocals) will love this album. Consisting of 11 lyrical, telling pieces, not only are these songs insightful, sharp and perceptive, but the quality of singing and arrangements are also more than competent.
on 1 November 2000
A reviewer's lazy reference to Scott Walker, Frank Sinatra or Nick Cave usually leads to disappointment. Witness the cynical and artless foppery of Divine Comedy, the shallow parody of Jack L or mumbling chancers Tindersticks. These references are valid in the case of Cousteau, but only insofar as they provide a context that is gloriously transcended. Vocals, lyrics and arrangements are all superb and the odd clanger contained therein only adds to the naïve charm of the record. Buy and tell all your friends.