Unessential collaboration. With nice bits...
On long wintry afternoons in the NME office, thoughts naturally turn to
sunnier climes and those potentially perfect indie-interfaces: the Coral
is not amongst them. Jad, of course, is the head-honcho of soppy
notorious for being unable to carry a tune even if you handed it
to him in a samsonite briefcase and handcuffed it to his arm.
Not that ‘Words…’ doesn’t posess a certain appeal. With
on a certain primitive charm.
“It’s a throwback to the Fanclub’s experimental days of ‘A Catholic Education’”
pleads the PR by way of explaining the total absence of hummability. And so it is.