Baby, it's shit outside
Anyone would think that it’s a fucking nightmare out there at the moment. Y’know, because it is.
When Brexit happened and Trump followed, a lot of us music lovers tried to cling to a desperate raft of optimism – “Hey, maybe all of this will lead to some good music.” Flimsy, I know, but God bless the human spirit, and it seems that we were right.
In the same month that Theresa May called a snap election for no other reason than self-preservation, as Trump proved that he really is dumb enough to know which one is the missile button, a crop of albums were released in April that were brilliant but dark. From Kendrick and Joey Bada$$ rapping about the ongoing history of racism in the US, to Timber Timbre‘s sleazy view of a dystopian society of “utter chaos and confusion” and Father John Misty‘s complete trolling of everything we’ve ballsed up, we can only presume that these records were conceived as our current blackhole was opening up in 2016.
Five or six months sounds about right in terms of getting a record out there. This could be the start of an avalanche of albums trying to make sense of it all.
What is it? Alejandro Ghersi’s third album; the first featuring him singing; songs so personal you can hear the tears on his cheeks.
L&Q says: “The Venezuelan’s vocal levitate somewhere between Gregorian monk and Anohni’s cathedral-filling trill.”
Read Greg Cochrane’s full review