That’s not to say that About Barbarians is especially jazzy; it isn’t. But it is a record aimed squarely at the head, rather than the feet.
At times, such as on Closer to the Elderly and Elvis has left the building, when as a listener you feel as if you are intruding, such is the personal, almost religious atmosphere. Elsewhere, Where would I be is akin to reading a love letter set to achingly beautiful music.
There are forays into pop, such as the two renditions of Without a Crutch – the second somewhat confusingly preceding the first – which are all the better for their simplicity.
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By Andrew Greenhalgh