Two kings of the indie dancefloor unite for a warm, timeless take on 20th century pop and rock
Gene : Libertine
Like so much of Gene's fine back catalogue, this is an album about the ways in which love can buckle you under and life can break you down.
Starting with betrayal in the epic-in-all-the-right-ways 'Does He Have a Name?', the band are soon pitching through the downward spiral guitars of 'A Simple Request' - "Tell me when will life start happening for me?" sings Martin Rossiter affectingly - or the charming, demanding angst of 'O Lover'.Gene's songs have often matched toughness with vulnerability - the butch guitars and melancholy tunes, the way Rossiter's voice fluctuates between the emotional pugilist and the world-weary fop - and it's a powerful dynamic that makes their status as survivors not pitiable but a fierce artistic statement. Sometimes, freedom can be found in the strangest circumstances.
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