Review Summary: If you’ve got my back, I’ll go on
The woo its knees under the weight of a recession has tainted their sound, leaving something altogether darker in its place. Yes the hooks are still there, but this time they come wrapped around a white-knuckled fist.
Punk & Poetry is the bright, rowdy underbelly of UK culture. Contemporary English music just doesn’t get any better.
Beginning with cho its knees under the weight of a recession has tainted their sound, leaving something altogether darker in its place. Yes the hooks are still there, but this time they come wrapped around a white-knuckled fist.
Punk & Poetry is the bright, rowdy underbelly of UK culture. Contemporary English music just doesn’t get any better.
Beginning with chKanye West cares about himself, about money, about pussy, religion and black people. Unfortunately, after taking firm control of their output once more, they cheerfully fly the plo its knees under the weight of a recession has tainted their sound, leaving something altogether darker in its place. Yes the hooks are still there, but this time they come wrapped around a white-knuckled fist.
Punk & Poetry is the bright, rowdy underbelly of UK culture. Contemporary English music just doesn’t get any better.
Beginning with chKanye West cares about himself, about money, about pussy, religion and black people. Unfortunately, after taking firm control of their output once more, they cheerfully fly the plo its knees under the weight of a recession has tainted their sound, leaving something altogether darker in its place. Yes the hooks are still there, but this time they come wrapped around a white-knuckled fist.
Punk & Poetry is the bright, rowdy underbelly of UK culture. Contemporary English music just doesn’t get any better.
Beginning with chKanye West cares about himself, about money, about pussy, religion and black people. Unfortunately, after taking firm control of their output once more, they cheerfully fly the plKanye West cares about himself, about money, about pussy, religion and black people. Unfortunately, after taking firm control of their output once more, they cheerfully fly the pls of barnstorming shows, and some tunes about getting stuck in and having a go at life. From the humble, heartfelt beginnings of his career, to the serious popularity he’s achieved to date, Turner has followed the familiar path towards catchiness and accessibility.
England Keep My Bones is, by far, the most hook-laden record he’s put out, but all the heart, integrity and wit is still present and correct. Whereas
Poetry of the Deed was barely a blip on the heart monitor, this latest effort is the lively pulse of a man in his prime.
One of the real charms of Turner’s lyrics has always been their tendency to leap from simple, normal-life imagery, to huge statements about life without ever sounding hackneyed. Often clever, the most impressive thing has always been the ease with which he can say something that’s been on the tip of everyone’s tongues for years. Thankfully that’s still the case, with the biggest change being a general refinement of his craft.
Peggy Sang the Blues is the best song about a grandmother ever recorded, and if you can get to the end of it without wanting to crack out the playing cards and whiskey then you’re either thirteen years old or dead inside.
Eulogy is a neat little tune, with no frills, just some pleasant organ and a huge wallop of an ending. There’s the odd dip in quality, with the rathero its knees under the weight of a recession has tainted their sound, leaving something altogether darker in its place. Yes the hooks are still there, but this time they come wrapped around a white-knuckled fist.
Punk & Poetry is the bright, rowdy underbelly of UK culture. Contemporary English music just doesn’t get any better.
Beginning with chKanye West cares about himself, about money, about pussy, religion and black people. Unfortunately, after taking firm control of their output once more, they cheerfully fly the plays worked wonders in the past, and the new integration of a more rock sound fits in perfectly. If the progression from the last album to this is anything to go by, Fre forces of evil.
