June 1st, 2009
You know, I was more than ready to go on a cynical diatribe about this album. More than happy to. With British (popular in Britain, anyway) music being populated by mass marketed wimps with bittersweet lyrics and daytime radio-friendly acoustic guitars, I was more than happy to write-off Daniel Merriweather in the exact same way. You know the wink wink ‘hip-hop’ collaboration, the popular singles, the mostly fashionable haircut and faux-soul vocal. It’s all there for Mr. Cynical Critic to spit at before going back to salivating over late 80’s American indie rock three people outside of himself has heard of. I was this close… then I made the mistake of listening to it.