Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
Why would [a]Tim Hutton[/a] want to do this to himself?
But he made a big mistake when he thought he could re-invent himself as a singer/songwriter. As the experimental mind behind Soul Ascendants and Vulva, he's had supporters and patrons in the past. This sad opus, however, a veritable suite of self-flagellation, takes the biscuit.
The confessional, done properly, is a high art indeed. To hear a man serenade himself with a world-weary voice, steeped in regret, as if he's reading a grocery list, though, is just too much... Even the sarcasm of 'You're So Sane' and the backhanded compliments of 'Eugene' cannot stem a mounting sense of embarrassment.
Why would Tim Hutton want to do this to himself? And despite the lo-fi, if accomplished, soporific shuffle beats and electronic detritus, every time another episode of navel-gazing takes flight, the listener wants to yell, 'Snap out of it, man'.
And when the title track, finally, conjures up a scenario of ruined beauty, amid angelic accompaniment, it dawns that our enjoyment is because Mr Hutton has actually shown some restraint. He could've shown a lot more.
Character studies and ready melodies abound in the latest record by the Oxford quartet
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Another gripping Pedro Almodóvar mystery, full of vibrant visuals and emotional revelations
The Californian succeeds, once again, in exposing the ugliness of mankind. It’ll get under your skin