I've listened to this album 3 times, and now gone and bought myself a bolo tie on ebay..
.. is what some of you may have expected me to say at the end of this. Alas, no, some barriers are just not meant to break. People have listened to my shouty nonsense and other stuff, so I gave it the 3 genuine listens, and a part of me did indeed hope something might shift. But nope. 'It's not you, it's me.'
This is quite an easy split really, between what I 'think' of this album, and what I 'feel' about it.
I think there is some quality stuff on here, good writing, themes of loss, bits of hope, relatable stuff. Good performance and delivery. Some 'indie-like' level of what feels like genuine expression and softness. If it was based solely on that, I'd go an easy 7 maybe pushing an 8.
Then there is what I feel when I listen to it. And that is somewhere between the irresistible urge to skip about 12 seconds into each song, and the raging desire to smash this album into a million fucking pieces, then crush those pieces into a fine dust, hoover the dust up, smash that hoover up, bag it tightly so nothing can get out, then bury it deep deep down below even the bodies in the foundations of the Kingston bridge. Which, at best is a 2, if I am being generous.
So I guess the fair thing is to split the difference and give it a 4.5.