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Another singer-songwriter, another man and guitar/piano
with a James Blunt-style warbley vocal. I’m not sure whether
I can deal with another demented, obsessed, lovesick narcissist.
King Creosote has a great name and a lovely voice – a haunting
voice in fact – he is understated, unassuming, undeniably
talented. In short, not as blunt as Blunt but he’s simply
nothing new.
His songs are well crafted, thoughtful and delicate
but by track six I’m wondering whether to abandon this and
start chopping the root vegetables I’ve just bought for Sunday
dinner. Opener ‘Not One Bit Ashamed’ ends with a Richard
Ashcroft style mantra, which I really dig. ‘You Are Could
I’ proves that this guy is a clever lyricist, and ‘The
Vice Like Gist Of It’ has a real beauty about it. Gentle violins,
haunting melody – similar to the stuff on Damien Rice’s
‘O’. A song you can imagine being sung in a country
pub with a warm fire.
All in all, this Scottish guy is an excellent artist
but he’ll never be the King of anything.
words: Rachel Machin
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