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So, what grows in his garden in 2001? A thoroughly modern, almost Byronic, solo album that updates past excesses in the context of the present, and ignores Californian darkness in favour of a polished, summery outlook. Indeed, Farrell has gone global in a quest to extend the rock palette. Not by cannibalising world musics or working in a consciously 'ethnic' milieu, but by an embrace of electronica, techno, drum'n'bass and more.
Normally, this would be a rock star folly par excellence. But while his vampire croak of old is sometimes in evidence, here's a new Farrell - one that fills 'Nua Nua' with beguiling Hawaiian melodies; strafes 'Shekina' with Eastern modal chords; and haunts the accusatory paean to identity-loss known as 'Did You Forget' with a processed vocal symphony.
At the root of all this lies a basic allegiance to Beach Boys harmonies and errant '60s psychedelia as well. Which has the effect, especially on the drum'n'bass propelled rumble of 'Happy Birthday Jubilee', of rendering the whole as a shiny new surface where electronics have enhanced - replaced, even - the usual rhythm'n'noise.
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