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There's really no excuse for yelling, [I]"We are epiphany"[/I] on the gloom-laden stomp of [B]'And What Are You Wales'[/B]...
Watching this nervous man onstage, every inch the father of four, tugging at the neck of his shirt, shouting his words over a sturdy, goth-booted musical backing, nobody could doubt that this is from the heart. It's just you can't help but wish Jones' head had taken a little more responsibility for this word-culling mess. There's really no excuse for yelling, "We are epiphany" on the gloom-laden stomp of 'And What Are You Wales', nor for the pieces 'Their Life On Their Heads', 'Philosophy (Father)' which are reminiscent of the worst political thought for the day excesses of his brother's band.
Before 'This Terrible Honesty', a late-in-the-century take on raging against the dying of the light, he berates poets who don't keep it "real and relevant". Unfortunately Jones is peddling poetic clichi every bit as pallid as his hated daffodils. This is poetry in stasis.
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