mystery bonus prize to this boy for managing to remind me of stuff that I pretty
much despise whilst simultaneously impressing me. For there are some clearly
defined smudges of the Manics & Jeff bloody Buckley's whining here, which
should by rights make me throw it out the window at the very least. So it's
testament to the chap for winning me over. Almost a dictionary definiton of
taut, wired and edgy, albeit balanced by a supreme assuredness and warmth. 'Efficiency'
has a wonderful rumbling chorus that sounds like a pressure cooker overloading
& blowing steam through his speakers, fusing out his amps in the process.
'Shake' lurches from Britpoppy-esque indie-funk into a delightful, ecstatic
shimmy of a chorus. 'Ingrid Schubert' with it's demented, desperate spasmodic
jerking rhythm mixed with a little salsa spice is a mini-classic in the making.
Not wilful enough to be totally eclectic but easily incorporating quite a heady
mix of styles and sounds in five brief songs, at times Buzzcocks jittery speed
rush throught to alnguid Bernard Butler pastoral introspection, this is a nice
introduction to the guy.
by Stu Gibson
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