What can another journalist turned musician add to the sum total of human happiness?
What can another journalist turned musician add to the sum total of human happiness? In the case of Adam Howorth, a frustrated journo turned frontman for Captain Soul, ’60s kitsch harmonies, detached psychedelia and a lapsed choirboy’s voice set the scene for his quartet to storm the barricades. At least that’s the intention. And there are no fancy, ingenious theories afoot here, just a lifelong obsession with music crystallised into a direct set of whimsical ditties.
The infamous, previously presumed AWOL, Slaughter Joe is at production hand to lend Captain Soul an authentic edge, even if Howarth sometimes seems to serenade himself over a bath of melodic noise. And while there is an innate conservatism, as evinced by the wistful reveries of ‘What’s It All About’, and leavened by the symphonic wash of ‘When The Orchestra Plays’, the devotion to exquisite rock’n’roll taste that used to characterise Creation’s output is in evidence here.
Had Howarth not been a journo, he’d have been locked in a room with selected records and a bag of stimulants till he came up with a tune as catchy and steeped in history as ‘T-Shirt 69’. Don’t hold the day job against him.