It's not just [B]Elastica[/B] and[a]My Bloody Valentine[/a] who can disappear for years on end...
Instead of flexing his rhetoric then, he now pounds the streets of his adopted home, noting the swell and duplicity of humanity, and pondering fracturing relationships and encroaching middle age. Which should be a recipe for tedious navel-gazing but, recorded with a Luddite's zeal- no keyboards, samplers, sequencers - he's avoided that and managed to document the clanking claustrophobia of modern life.
What's more, he's infused it with a warm crackling beauty. So while he might occasionally punk out ('SaltWater'), or approximate the brutal rhythms of latter-day Primal Scream ('BoilingPoint'), these are mainly simple guitar strums - albeit tortured and stripped to the bone.
Make the most of this furrowed-brow reappearance while you can. The next might be a long time coming.
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