Human Television have been compared to The Wedding Present a lot for good reason. Jangly guitars, hop-along tempos, noodle-y melodies, rough-but-catchy vocals.
Hushed, velvety confessions draped atop lonesome acoustic pluckings, their only friend the bewildering prairie that stretches as far as the eye can see.
The hooks make this a triumphant return to his roots. The man has wonderful pop sensibilities, and one only need listen to “Radio” once to appreciate them.
Cave’s love of Cohen, Waits, and Cash is sublimated into an intoxicatingly passionate collection of songs that bears no connections to their forefathers.
You don’t have to be a fanatic or a geek to appreciate the raw beauty of Mayer’s Fortune recordings, and you don’t have to be one to love this album, either.
Jenny Lewis’ enchanting voice floats over stories of love and loss, then seamlessly stab you through the heart with unexpected burst of expletives and wails.
The kind of songs you’d sing to yourself when everything around you is falling apart. The kind of album you and a lifelong friend dream of making together.