The lush instrumentation and arrangements carry the incisive lyrics like a deep blue velvet cushion holding a surgical scalpel. The songs on this concept album seem to be coming out in real time, making more sense tomorrow than they did yesterday.
It’s been a while, but Elvis Perkins’ songwriting chops remain as lush as ever, an unexpected oasis of skewed harmonies and surprising arrangements in a dry sandy desert of plinky singer-songwriters.
Solid guitar and keyboard pop, on the gentle dreamy side, with whispery singing and sharp arrangements.
Johnny Marr, who provided his distinctive liquid guitar sound to the Smiths and many others, returns with a solo album that shows not much has changed.