Andrew strikes again with a band beginning in the 92nd percentile of the alphabet. This album is the personification of the drunk at the end of a bar. (Well, if he were a musician, recorded only when he was mostly coherent, and Scottish.)
Lyrically, sometimes he's conversational, sometimes a total ripoff of others (like "Hear About Your Band", which sounds like an exact cross of The Silversun Pickups and The Frames). Sometimes he's very loud and other times eerily quiet. Sometimes he's capable of imparting incredible insight and humor; other times he simply recites mundane details. Sometimes you're kept at arms length, other times, he'll mentions the most revealing insight into his life as an aside. Sometimes he communicates in long diatribes, sometimes in short stacatto outbursts. He can be the life of the party or the downer that brings everyone down. Mostly he's alone, but occasionally he'll have a lady friend along. But there is always an undercurrent of sadness, an inevitability of the weight of reality's yoke that he always slouches under. (Yes, this description could also apply to The Pogues.) It's bar rock at its most interesting.
CD Placement Rating: Car CD Changer.
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