An irritating title and over-arty, over quirky, over quivery falsetto are only temporarily relieved by the pleasant guitars and the natural images of fields, trees, sea and sunshine.
The momentary interest in exaggerated pronunciations can only take you so far on this album which reminds you in its higher spots of Belle and Sebastian and Donovan’s out-takes.
A nuts-in-May parody, it is bad countryside rather than good country. It was hard to finish playing this, which sounds so contrived it’s more like a project in constructing the most convoluted proverbs rather than an artist’s musical expression.
[etRating value=“ 2”]
