The Swell Season – Strict Joy
I suppose your feelings about this album depends on how you feel about Glen Hansard personally. A lot of people have a bizarre irrational hatred of a guy who’s written some of the best and most heartbreaking Irish songs of the last ten years (you can guess from this that I’m not one of them).
This second Swell Season album is different from the first. Pitched maybe halfway between the tone of the first and a traditional Frames album it’s less melodic and wistful and lovely and perhaps forgettable. Not sure.
Cheryl Cole – 3 Words
Jaysus, where do I go with this. Firstly, she sings a bit differently than she talks, you should know that. It’s all very well produced inoffensive generic pop souffle nonsense, but Britney she ain’t. Even the new crap version of Britney. Sorry Cheryl. I still love ya and all petal.
Bob Dylan – Christmas In The heart
This could so easily be a celebrity voicealike parody record. Really. He does Winter Wonderland, Here Comes Santa Claus, Silver Bells… How is it that the greatest songwriter of the 20th Century has allowed himself to reach this point? His voice is completely inappropriate for a bunch of songs orchestrated for someone singing in the style of a crooner. Just when you thought he’d regained some sort of credibility in the last couple of years with the last few albums and the radio show he has to go and do this. Sigh.
Weezer – Raditude
Really like the single, some of the rest of it is bouncy and nice, but not classic Weezer by any stretch. Track 4 even has a pop-hop interlude and it goes borderline bhangra in another place. Hmmmm…
Kings Of Convenience – Declaration Of Dependence
This is lovely plinky plonky burbly stuff that would fit in very nicely for chilling out at home with a glass of red and a good book or on the playlist of the excellent Blue Of The Night on Lyric FM.