FOLLOWING the earnestness of his debut, all but lost in a wash of press coverage of his doomed parentage (father Anthony Perkins and a mother lost in the September 11 attacks), Perkins opts for a band approach this time around.
The follow-up has more of a live feel, and plenty of energy. What is lacking is really strong songs, or the lyrical impact of the finer parts of Ash Wednesday.
The opener, Shampoo, has a certain shock value, but on the whole the songwriter is lost amid the instruments.
People don’t buy albums by singer-songwriters to listen to the band, or as is the case here, some often woozy instruments that lend proceedings a slightly nightmarish sense.
This change in direction may yet bear fruit, but this work in transition is only mildly diverting.
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