It's all about as demanding as an episode of [I]Due South[/I], and similar in tone: bittersweet, beefy, bland...
He’s playing songs of love and hate, as his father might have it, but there’s more rancour here than romance. Despite his juicy [I]GQ[/I] looks, sleazy charisma and explosive voice, Cohen Jnr is (surprise) a mixed-up kid. Hence the tortured Adam Duritz poses – hands clasped close to the chest-hair peeking suggestively through his half-open shirt – and the leaden, earnest crunch of his music. “[I]We all learn to live with pain[/I]”, he yelps, “[I]this pain that I love[/I]”.
And there we have it. This is the Dr Morissette-approved gig-as-group-therapy-session, the difference being that Cohen, like, really digs having problems. He thinks it makes him seem more interesting.
He introduced one song as being about some “creep” who tried to sleep with his sister “because it was the nearest he could get to fucking me”. Poor Adam Cohen. It must be tough, dealing with such helpless narcissism. Still, at least he got a song out of it, albeit one that sounds like Richard Marx arm-wrestling John Mellencamp.
It’s all about as demanding as an episode of [I]Due South[/I], and similar in tone: bittersweet, beefy, bland. There’s a song called ‘Quarterback’ about how Cohen wished he’d been a, well, quarterback. Jeff Buckley died for this?