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self indulgent twaddle
on 22 May 2011
This album took me on an emotional journey. Starting with excitement and anticipation based on the rave reviews, followed by disappointment, then irritation, and finally I actually got angry that someone saw fit to inflict this lump of self indulgent twaddle on the world.
I'm a big music fan, with very diverse taste, and I do like a bit of melancholia... and I really did try with this album, giving it several listens... but in the end I found it so 'moving' that I was compelled to move to my CD player to turn it off.
Seven excruciatingly long, droning whinges, based on a single musical idea which he then repeats throughout the album, so the songs merge into a single, endless swamp. All sung in a voice so dripping with theatrically over-emphasised angst that you'd want to slap the guy - if your mind hadn't already gone numb with the sheer tedium of it all. And boy, does he go on! And on, and on, and on - half the songs are over 10 minutes of aimless musical porridge. And just when you think a song is over, it drags itself back like a sick old dog clinging to the last, painful, vestiges of life.
While there are some good moments - lovely strings on 'woman when I've raised hell' and 'honeymoon'- sadly those moments of beauty soon disappear back into the endless swamp of self pity.
I felt pain when i listened to this - the kind of pain you feel when you're cornered in the pub by an old alcoholic with a head full of excruciatingly dull, self pitying stories.
Do not buy this album. Unless you're buying my copy in a selfless act of mercy