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Album review: I Am Arrows (Mercury)
Like Casablancas after The Strokes, or maybe Obama after Bush, Johnny Borrell's ex-drummer offers some interesting contrasts
â€˜Sun Comes Up Againâ€™ blurs the line between feel-good and bone-weary, as on the skittery, Tunng-like â€˜Far Enough Awayâ€™ and the twinkly-toed â€˜No Wonderâ€™, two songs that exude a feeling thatâ€™s part post-Razorlight shellshock and part huge sigh of relief. Thereâ€™s tenderness too â€“ the same Burrows brought to â€˜The Colour of My Dreamsâ€™, the short, kidsâ€™ poetry-inspired album he released in 2008 to raise funds for a childrenâ€™s hospice.
He hasnâ€™t changed things a great deal since that 13-minute release, just fleshed out the ideas and allowed us further into his record collection. And refreshingly for all but the hoariest, it doesnâ€™t appear to include any U2 or Springsteen. Bliss. Rather, â€˜Sun Comes Up Againâ€™ is dominated by the sweet songwriterly pop of Todd Rundgren, Macca and ELO, as well as a grab-bag of influences that show Burrows to be agreeably earthy, like the lo-fi funk of sorely missed nearly men Clor, the implausibly melodic US pop of Brendan Benson and Elliott Smith, and the gently heart-buffeting emotion of The Beta Band and Steve Mason.
In spite of its short burst of Dick Dale twang, â€˜Nice Tryâ€™ is an ear-worming, piano-helmed indie-lounge song delivered in sweet falsetto, in which Burrows sings â€œNice try, but weâ€™re never going to make this fitâ€; â€˜Green Grassâ€™ grooves eccentrically about dreams gone wrong; and â€˜Bruisesâ€™ seems to be the most cathartic and near-overwrought of these pretty songs. Most are about breaking up and feeling bereft, but itâ€™s difficult to imagine that heâ€™s hankering after Razorlight. And though the album begins to wear a little thin over 14 tracks all played in one speed â€“ slowly undulating â€“ itâ€™s never guilty of being lacklustre.
â€˜Sun Comes Up Againâ€™ is so warm-natured, easy-going and mellifluous that its charms are nigh on impossible to fend off, which isnâ€™t something that can be said too often about the tunes written by Burrowsâ€™ former paymaster. As many students discover two-thirds of the way through a degree, though, what was once an appealing challenge can end up being a valuable lesson in just what it is you donâ€™t want to do. And what Burrows learned during his time with Razorlight is that penning pompous, posturing songs that are so patently false they could fill Katie Priceâ€™s bra isnâ€™t going to provide much job satisfaction for a burgeoning songwriter with a beating, empathetic heart.
This album is such a welcome surprise, in fact, that itâ€™s curious to think that â€˜Sun Comes Up Againâ€™ might never have been noticed or released at all had Razorlight not ditched original drummer Christian Smith-Pancorvo for the sin of managing his strict superfood diet at the expense
of recording his drum parts, or so said Borrell. If Burrows gifted Razorlight two of their biggest hits (in â€˜Americaâ€™ and â€˜Before I Fall To Piecesâ€™), what his former band gave him in return was the platform to bring something far more interesting into the light of day. Welcome the new dawn.
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