cre618
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Post by cre618 on Mar 24, 2017 7:46:54 GMT -5
This record is a stunner. Easily his best solo work yet. Can't wait to have the lyrics in front of me.
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Post by delboydrums on Mar 25, 2017 11:33:51 GMT -5
I've read some really favourable reviews for this record (e.g. in Q magazine and, oddly, the Wales on Sunday newspaper!), though Andy Gill in the I newspaper gave it quite a shitty review, calling it "ploddy"!
My two-penneth, for what it's worth:
I've loved this record more and more each time I've heard it. Some of the hooks, solos and little musical quirks (e.g. the wah wah guitar in Jester and June, the main riff of Preludes, the blues of Ninety Bucks) give this a more accessible feel than some previous Finn material. I would guess that this may be a more commercially successful record for him, though these days, who knows.
CF is lyrically on top form once again, with some lines - e.g. "Counting all the money in front of him seemed silly / This isn't the movies" or "Her TV is six feet wide / Two hundred fifty channels / Coming crisp and clear through satellite" - sounding particularly slick and up there with any of his best. There's the usual vulnerability and fragility of the characters on this record, with people really needing each other to get by (e.g. Ninety Bucks, Tangletown and Rescue Blues). Birds Trapped in the Airport is tender and lovely, and then there's God In Chicago.........Wow. Now I have a tendency to get a little emotional over music, but this record has hit me every single time. It's sad and beautiful at the same time.
For me, the only weak(ish) track is Tracking Shots - not that there's anything particularly wrong with it, but it feels like a THS B-side and seems a little out of place on this record.
And now I know what a Bud Clamato is.
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