No Treasure But Hope
Subdued but always glorious in and of itself, it’s time for a new Tindersticks album – the band’s first studio album proper in a couple of years, but there’s always some activity bubbling away – a solo album from Stuart Staples say, or a soundtrack contribution – if not a full score, or a piece of music for an installation even.
What an intriguing and lovely band Tindersticks is – the focus on the music, whether the opening piano ballad-stateliness of For The Beauty, the jazzy vamps of The Amputees or the Van Morrison-esque jazz-folk of Trees Fall. And that’s just the opening three songs. We’re in. And, as usual with Tindersticks, we’re intrigued. Wonderful music, always just the right shade of odd.
Pinky In The Delight is one of a small handful of tunes that recalls the former Antony & The Johnsons (now Anohni), Take Care In Your Dreams has a late-career Bacharach mix of melancholy and cocktail hour to its arrangements and then See My Girls goes full music theatre-nerd drama!
From the lapping shores of The Old Mans Gait to the Paul Buchanan-esque spaciousness in the lush piano chords of the closing title track, this is a set of songs that is all about the contemplation, gentile moods. Gorgeous, wise, and as I said at the start, there’s always something intriguing about Tindersticks; about Staples’ delivery and lyrics and the production. Adult pop music that lives and breaths in its own space always.
The world’s all the better for having it.
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