If ‘Sixes & Sevens’ saw Adam Green taking things down a notch from the bristling energy displayed on ‘Jacket…’ and ‘Gemstones’, ‘Minor Love’ has dimmed the lights a touch more; his hard, smooth voice has taken on a smoky quality, occasionally going rough around the edges, a brief, slightly scratched note. ‘Boss Inside’ has a Cohen-ish melancholy about it, accompanied only by a piano, and ‘Stadium Soul’ sounds distant, echoing as though it had been recorded at the bottom of a well. Green’s characteristic, effortlessly clever stream of consciousness lyrics are sharp and on form but there is a slightly weary, reflective overall quality to the album, his angry, tongue-in-cheek humour having sat down with a tepid whisky to percolate and take stock. It’s a darker shade of Green, and it looks good on him.

By Polly Rappaport

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