I listened to this album walking to and from work over the past couple of days, and was all prepared to dismiss much of the album as lacking energy.
In a more equitable parallel universe Brett Lee would record a hugely successful Bollywood version of the former, and 200 million rabid Indian music fans would chase up the original. In an even freakier alternaverse The Mabels would then become the multimedia megastars on the sub-continent and field a team of paunchy, bearded, cardigan-wearing music geeks that takes out the IPL crown!
Returning to reality, this album has two well-constructed psalms to suburban and intercity separation (Fitzroy-Abbotsford (I think), Fitzroy-Brisbane respectively), and more wheat than chaff. The back half of the album is a little slower and morbid than I’d like.
File under: Working from home