Former Stone Rose, Ian Brown is back, tearing up the charts in the UK, getting slagged on for slagging of drugs, and making some of his album credits in Arabic. Actually the music has the same cirular motion of his previous work, of which he also produced. Jangly, reverberating guitars hover over the hit ‘My Star’, a hummable but forgetable britpop anthem, which doesn’t reflect the more interesting ideas that follow. I always heard a little Mick Jones (The Clash) in his delivery and it really comes out on ‘Ice Cold Cube’, which has a recurring guitar lead which elevates its bumpy Moody Blues influenced garage sound, to gutter sleeping heights.
‘Sunshine’ is the long shadow of the Beach Boys, post Sonic Youth, and ‘Corpses in Their Mouths’ is a byte out of a ‘Love and Rockets’ song, with a little Syd Barrett standing on his shoulder egging him on. Brown takes time out to sort out his old mates who ‘only wanted a 60 dollar bag, and big limosine for your ‘Deep Pile Dream’, and rnishes his exorcism with with a moody organ and drum machine instrumental, with a wicked samba beat.