THE HARD STUFF ALBUMS
66 POLYDOR
Britpop’s favourite grumpy uncle channels Bowie, Bacharach and Blur.
Against the odds, Paul Weller has entered a liberating new creative phase over the past decade or so. Once the unchanging man, obstinate brand leader for rootsy Real Ale Rock, the former Jam and Style Council frontman has broadened his sonic horizons significantly on recent albums, making some of the most adventurous and kaleidoscopic music of his long career. Embracing lavish orchestration, experimental soundscapes, left-field collaborators and electronic textures, Weller seems to have finally twigged that the great flowering of 60s pop gave him a set of tools, not rules.
Titled to reflect his upcoming landmark birthday, 66 sports a striking Pop Art cover painting by 91-year-old legend Peter Blake, his first for Weller since 1995’s Stanley Road. Lyrical and musical guests include Noel Gallagher, Bobby Gillespie, Suggs and Richard Hawley; there are enough familiar faces here to reassure Weller traditionalists. But 66 also prominently features younger talents including French art-pop producer Christophe Vaillant, electronic composer and string arranger Hannah Peel, and Brooklyn vocal trio Say She She.
Confirming Weller’s long-time role as unofficial uncle to the Gallagher brothers, Noel makes a vocal cameo on blues-rock chugger Jumble Queen, the most conventional track here.
But the Modfather always had more musical common ground with their Britpop rivals Blur, a comparison that has only deepened as Weller’s latter-day albums leaned more into wistful, yearning, grainy-voiced English chamber-pop. There are certainly Blur-ish moments scattered across 66, from the tenderly crooned, lightly electronic psych-pop ballad Flying Fish, to the gorgeous Nothing, a jazzy romantic pastoral that sounds like Damon Albarn channelling Curtis Mayfield.
Quality levels are consistently high, with sublime finger-picked folk-pop reveries like I Woke Up nestled alongside sumptuous, harp-kissed, Bacharach-sized chansons like Rise Up Singing and Glimpse Of You. On the lushly orchestrated fairground-pop waltz My Best Friend’s Coat, Weller’s melismatic warble hits Marc Almond-ish levels of torrid melodrama at times. Meanwhile, the reverb-drenched avant-doo-wop swooner In Full Flight is one of the finest, and strangest, things he has ever recorded.
From suburban Woking to the farther fringes of the pop cosmos, Weller’s surprising but very welcome space-rock odyssey continues.
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The Lemon Twigs
CAPTURED TRACKS
Brothers in harmony deliver retro pop-rock triumph.
The fifth album by Brian and Michael D’Addario presents us with a stunning revelation: all the great power-pop classics haven’t already been written. These phenomenally talented dudes honed their craft by studying The Be
