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The Hours is the latest “project” of one Mr Antony Genn, who - like most of the population of Sheffield - played bass with Pulp for a while, before falling in with a bunch of religious oddballs (source: Sturdy, Truth and Beauty, 2003). This, their debut product, arrived complete with an approving quote from Sir Jarvis Cocker himself.
For these reasons alone, I was quite intrigued to hear the record, and was able to maintain this spirit of objective enquiry for, ooh, all of the first two songs, as thumping opener ‘Ali in the Jungle’ and the handclap-augmented title track managed to maintain my fickle interest.
But - oh no! - things all went wrong with track three, single ‘Back When You Were Good’, when The Hours suddenly go all Embrace on our asses. Things never quite recover from then on in, and much of the album is stuck in anthemic-boy-rock mode. You know the kind of thing. There is an awful lot of piano.
It would be easy to write the thing off as yet more Coldplay-style guff and, as regular readers will know, I never actively shy away from the easy option. Irritatingly, though, there is something interesting going on here, dammit. Tracks like ‘Record Collection’ (“I love you more than my record collection”) and ‘I Need To Know’ (“Would you sell your soul for a song?”) come within spitting distance of being interesting. And then the bloody piano kicks in again.
Would you sell your soul for a song, reader? I sincerely hope The Hours have not made such a grim transaction. Or, I hope they kept the receipt. |
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| Mat Beal - 5/10 |
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