I’m not sure how this is a record about growing up when know-it-all, feels-so-sorry-for-himself-he-can’t-think-straight twat-in-residence Kevin Rowland sings, “Seen quite a bit in my twenty-three years” to open up “Tell Me When My Light Turns Green”. Sounds like he’s already grown up, and is already an embittered 60 year-old on much of the record. Well, he wasn’t then, but I am now, and clearly he wasn’t really that much of a hard-edged cynic about the universe when a bit after this record he invented overalls-without-a-shirt music and struck gold.
Of course I’m not especially embittered, and frankly can’t be if I liked anything at all on this record. I’ll get to that. But after several plays, I still can’t tell whether or not the world rejected him and this is a reaction to those experiences, or the world rejected him because so much of his music sounds like ass to begin with. Chicken, egg, etc.
I have to stand firm on my “singers don’t matter” take clearly on principle, much as I dislike his voice. And let’s face it — you can’t do slow ones very well if you can sing (cf. “I’m Just Looking” and “I Couldn’t Help It If I Tried”). But call him a neutral at best (or worst) and what are we left with? A series of brass three-notes and a periodic percussion lift that seem to somehow work on songs like “Seven Days Too Long” and “Geno”. I can even get behind “Burn It Down” despite its sledgehammer subtlety. But I think I’m in Rob’s (I think it was) camp that “The Teams That Meet In Caffs” shows the band off better without Rowland’s vocals strangling it. Hey, I have a certain fondness for Blood, Sweat and Tears, so if there are brief moments where my head picked up in recognition, good for the horn section.
In the end I suppose this is a good lesson in sticking with something because you have to, and while upon first listen I found this music noxious, I can now at least tolerate and maybe even feel a few tunes here and there. I’m still docking it points for extended bouts of whinging and prattling on, not to mention tunelessness and a cleverness vacuum. And as unfair as it is, this band must — MUST — be punished for “Come On Eileen” even though it’s not on the record. I know, I know — that’s not fair. But life isn’t fair. Just ask Kevin. 4/10.