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Tom
McRae - The Alphabet Of Hurricanes (Cooking Vinyl)
22/02/2010
He's clearly a man capable of incalculable talents, is our McRae. Having
been nominated for a Mercury Prize and a Brit Award for his debut album
at the turn of the last decade, the Essex boy proves he was no one trick
pony, presenting us with a magician's hat full of rabbits, handkerchiefs
and colourful ribbons.
Beginning with the tender "Still Love You", a romantic soiree
played, rather implausibly, on a ukulele, McRae then goes on to startle
us with just under a minute's worth of shrieking horns on "A Is
For..." before the prettiness of "Won't Lie" has an underlying
darkness about it, rather like the songs of "The Wicker Man"
as interpreted by Tom Waits, though McRae's impassioned delivery raises
this tune - probably the finest on "...Alphabet..." - to an
almost euphoric state. All this, and lying within its content are the
disturbing words "Let me ease the pain with this knife".
"Summer Of John Wayne" is something of a comedown after this,
perhaps out of necessity, though Oliver Kraus's cello brings a heady
sense of drama to proceedings before long, and the sweetness is thrown
on the floor and trampled on vigorously until re-emerging triumphant
for the scene's heroic finale.
"Told My Troubles To The River" is a kind of twisted folk
tale that seethes with unbridled anxiety - another corker, but then
he goes and spoils it all by serving up the longest - and by far worst
- track on the album, in "American Spirit", which is not as
clever as it thinks it is, ending up as something of a dirge, like James
Blunt suffering depression. Following this is "Please", which
is in equal parts thrilling and annoyingly trite. The killer chorus
with sweeping "Graceland" style harmonies is almost ruined
by a verse that sounds like Savage Garden. Thankfully it just about
pulls through, but then Blunt rears his ugly head again on "Out
Of The Walls".
What a relief then, when McRae's wobbly phrasing on the suspenseful,
bluesy "Me & Stetson" gets things back on track, and the
downbeat "Can't Find You" is worthy of Elliott Smith laudings
thereafter - stripped down and enchanting, like the chillout tent at
a particularly energetic festival. "Best Winter" continues
in that vain,, while McRae rounds things off with the reflective whimsy
of the gorgeous Fifteen Miles Downriver, a sparse arrangement
whose heavenly violins - courtesy of Barbara Bartz make this
arguably the standout track of the whole shenanigan.
A mixed bag then, but one where the good outweighs the bad convincingly
enough to come through in the end. 7/10
Tone E
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