Jamie T’s second album in two years is a punk, rap, pop and hardcore tour de force
Sons & Daughters
Well, almost. The most exciting tracks are the ones where they’ve totally escaped the country-folk-punk niche they gouged with ‘Love The Cup’ and ‘The Repulsion Box’. It’s a sound that’s served them well, and hardcore fans would have been happy with more of the same. Fortunately, though, there’s more Sons & Daughters to love this time. Feast eyes and ears on the ample glories of ‘Chains’, with its “woah-oh-oh” rockabilly backing vocals, its Crystals-clear chorus and Adele Bethel sounding flirtatious rather than murderous as she trills, “Please believe me/There’s a river running through me” (although you still wouldn’t turn your back on her).
Occasionally, as on the slightly lacklustre ‘Flags’, you miss the sparer, meaner S&D of old; Adele’s voice doesn’t always sound in the comfort zone, there’s less space in the production and the song structure is more conventional and more Anglicised.
Mostly, though, it works a treat, particularly on ‘The Nest’, a kissing cousin to Nick Cave’s ‘Red Right Hand’ which pairs their lyrical bleakness with a fat Spectorish bass-line. And ‘Rebel With The Ghost’ is a throwback to their older, punchier sound, but with more na-na-na.
Meatier, beatier, bigger and bouncier. And all the better for it.
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