“She gave me head on the bed of my dead grandmamma”.
Kiwi exile in Istanbul Ware’s third album in twelve years takes his furious, frustrated, reflections and infuses them with atmosphere, echo and splashes of welcome barminess.
The concept of mellowing as you get older mercifully flies by Ware as his postmodern seethe snarls through even the gentler tracks on all of his releases. His ire knows the importance of a tune to keep the pill wrapped in though, and Nothing, The Knife and No Honey here certainly are resplendent in them.
You all know that I cannot write short reviews, they are always in depth and take an album apart to give a track-by-track breakdown of the record. I also try to give a decent biography of the artist involved and a convoluted introduction.
This seems to work when reviewing the type of music that I do, I give the reader a level of intelligence that means they have the time and inclination to look deeper into the music I am reviewing.
This is a preview of
‘The Ones That Nearly Got Away’ (bite sized reviews from 2014)
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