I spent a very chilly and depressing afternoon yesterday at the Melbourne Cricket Ground.
I was there to support my football team of choice as they took on the powerhouse club de jour. We started well, in the sense that we scored first… but this was a false dawn, and the game was soon a massacre. I was left disappointed and disheartened.
Listening to this 2003 album sees me follow a similar trajectory. The album kicks off in a promising fashion. Camera Shy is one of strongest tracks from the second half of the band’s discography, with intriguing pacing and some deft writing (and a nice word of the day – heliolithic).
Soon, however, we are in a mess of mis-kicks and poor decision-making . The band gets bogged down in mundane variations on their least interesting, soporific balladry.
Beyond the somewhat promising Sandringham Line and the borderline sh*t- sibling Midweek Midmorning (possibly Darryl to T-Shirt Weather‘s Wayne Schimmelbusch), there is little to redeem this afternoon on the paddock.
To keep this awkward analogy going, this album should be seen as a one-time powerhouse team whose game-plan is looking stale and old hat trudging through a season with too little of their old spark and passion.
File under: Time for a clean out?