Thus my short Love Me Fest hits the home straight (and I gird my loins for perhaps the most harrowing (for you my dear reader) extended run of albums from one artist).
This third album has served as a lovely, mellow backdrop to my afternoon of slowly working through a rather drawn out rewrite of a section of an academic paper.
It has performed this role so admirably simply because it is unintrusive, consistent and smoothly produced. The slide guitar has returned, bringing with it a gentle swaying feel, that snuggles up to the cowgirl singers nicely (and the smoker’s voice of Amanda benefits considerably).
The male vocals are much less Go-Betweens-Lite, instead successfully ploughing melancholy depths on tracks like Stubbs Terrace (although it weirdly seems to be about former Labor minister John Button – perhaps it’s some obscure peaen to his tariff reforms in the auto industry).
As a pretty fully versed Love Me scholar, I’d label this album as their slightly blue period. I wonder if I should chase up their album #4 (simply because it IS purchasable). Perhaps they embraced cubism…
File under: At least you can search for this title on Google
