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).
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