Labels: airbag recordings
Review by: Andy Malcolm
There is a PR company that sends us stuff, they are called Covert PR. They have been sending us stuff for so long that the CDs are sent to my parents house, somewhere that has not been the address to send stuff to Collective for since July 2004. For a few years when I lived mere minutes away I would collect this stuff every now and again, but these days my father dutifully trots down to the post office every time one of their familiar envelopes turns up, and sends it on. I am fairly sure if someone who worked for the company was to make a list of all the things they had sent us, and then looked it up in our archives, they would probably stop putting things in the post for us, as almost all of it has been given a shitty review. They might also wonder just how much money they wasted sending stuff for the 18 months that Collective was broken.
Anyway, Thom Stone is actually a bit better than most of the stuff Covert send on. This is acoustic, folksy, a bit poppy, a very tiny bit Jason Molina / Songs: Ohia, but the vocals are rather annoying. It’s stripped back, a little atmospheric in places, with occasional samples and electronic noises, but for the most part it is Thom Stone singing and plucking away. And your tolerance will be entirely down to Thom’s rather annoying vocals, that sort of sound like he is Australian, not that I am saying Australians have annoying voices mind you. PS Australians, 2-1!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111111 And who really cares about one day cricket?
This is all a bit try hard, but it is not terrible. Just not the sort of thing that I listen to, but if Radio 2 is feeling a bit edgey, you might hear this on there I guess?