Zzzz, zzzz, zzzz… Ooops, sorry you woke me. You see, I’ve been listening to this album all day, and keeping nodding off.
This album resides in the treacherous acoustic folk-pop domain – a land where one might suckle on the joys of a soothing, catchy, emotive number, but where one can just as easily stumble into a hell of endless strumming and soporific crooning. Alas, this album falls too often into the latter category, populated as it is with far too many 5 and 6 minute outings.
It’s a real shame, as Atkinson had previously done a pretty good job out the front of Melbourne outfit The Mabels. Perhaps his band mates perked him up a bit, or roped in any extreme self-indulgence.
The album is not without some highpoints. Rediscover Me has some oomph and rollicks along cataloguing the insecurity of a long-distance pairing. Likewise, Shifting Sands (an old Mabels track) is a haunting soap opera of an increasing dysfunctional relationship. This latter track still borders on a the very slow side. Too much of the remaining tunes copy this approach but with no sting. I certainly can see why I resisted the temptation to buy any more work from Atko.
File under: Cures for insomnia