You know what to expect. The lugubrious bemoaning of broken relationships. The baritone voice, somewhere between [B]Heather Small[/B] and [B]Vic Reeves[/B]....More on
, Staples croons, as though already feeling gravely uncomfortable about the wispy optimism of those first two songs.
From here on out we're back in familiar [a]Tindersticks[/a] territory - the weeping Hammond of 'If She's Torn', the tentative creep of '(You Take) This Heart Of Mine'. If there's a shift, it's towards a more resonant, swelling [I]soul[/I], as the wailing backing singers in 'I Know That Loving' attest.
But the half-smile and hint of rejuvenation in 'Can We Start Again?' is mere deception. [a]Tindersticks[/a] have again spirited us back to their natural habitat, where grief is glorious and misery is unfathomably majestic. Really, there's no reason to ever leave.
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