Perhaps it’s the quiet nodding that one does as they pick out the oh-so-true social commentary, perhaps it is the unnerving recognition that we can feel from the characters, or perhaps it is the distinctive and idiosyncratic charm that all of Young’s multifarious work commands. Whatever, here we are presented with another oddly shaped brick in Neil Young’s higgledy-piggledy wall of material. As ever, there will be a raft of people trying to work out just what meat is in this particular sandwich, but as with much of his recent work, the trick is to spend less time worrying about the protein and enjoy the relish. Greendale doesn’t so much bring the concept album into the 21st Century as take song writing back to the early 70s, with its politicking and social comment. What helps remove the air of morbidity from this tale of urban and global woe is Young’s wry wit which, whilst not always obvious, glimmers tantalisingly to the surface throughout. The DVD is an excellent accompaniment because, whilst long and sobering, it puts a human face to the drama. Once again Young proves that the guitar is mightier than the sword, but while Greendale will shine for a while, the novelty may ultimately wear thin for all but the most loyal fans.