Summer is over; the rains of August have become the rains of September have become the rains of October. Time to put away those summer hits (ermmm… not that I can name any off hand) and look to the falling of leaves, the starting of terms and the awakening of bands, touting their own particular brand of (insert sub genre here) rock to the eager young freshers high on independence, student loans, cheap booze and random meaningless sex. Sigh. Anyway, in the resulting aftermath, the consequential break-ups will be requiring some sort of anthem, so rather than some wallowing Coldplay misery-chord, why not live it up? Enter Rod Thomas – saviour of the newly singleton.
With an opening twinkle of banjo and glockenspiel and the confessional “well I know I’m not amusing,” you’d be forgiven for thinking you’d hit the tweecore, but with a quick dash of accordion, handclaps and… girly laughs it all becomes a lot more chirpy and amiable – like a mobile phone advert, but talking about break-ups, not make ups. The fully fledged chorus, with it’s backing singers cheerfully chanting ‘bored, bored, bored’ and “it’s not you, it’s me, it’s over” combined with Rod’s Brian Molko-esque mid-atlanticish twang make for a simple but appealing refrain. If your grasping for a comparison of a happy dumping scenario, think of Dylan Moran in Black Books talking about her summer girl. Obscure, but if you track it down, you’ll see what I mean.
Along with the obligatory electro remix (Human League with emotion) there is the heavily overdubbed ‘Make Myself Desire,’ a schizophrenic piece of electrofolkery that is charming and quirky – but having a distorted theremin in the mix will do that. It’s an interesting sound space with just a smidgeon of Enya – not enough to completely balls it up – that hints at a possibility of complexity beyond acoustic pop. On the whole, if he can escape from Bluntness, he might be quite good actually.
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