From 'hard' pop-rock to beige, soppy folk
Charlie steps away from the GHDs in favour of a straw-chewin’, acoustic-totin’, overwroughtin’ Mumford folksiness. It’s a canny move, isolating the soppy-as-kittens, [a]Incubus[/a]/[a]Green Day[/a]-inspired acoustic sentimentality that’s run through so-called ‘harder’ Britrock since the mid-’90s and yanking relentlessly on it.
With lines like “[i]If people on earth could just get together/Maybe we could find a place for each other[/i]” and (oh, the profundity) “[i]We send people up into space without even really knowing if they’ll come back[/i]” along with Charlie’s self-consciously throaty delivery, it soon starts to irk. But, y’know, this will make lots of people happy, so let’s be nice, OK? No? Alright, it’s pretty terrible.