They say, ‘life wasn’t meant to be easy,’ and for the music reviewer is can be nigh on impossible. Take this album for example, it’s got heritage and quality writ large all over it, but can I understand it…? But I do actually like it a lot…so what is one to say?

If Kevin Drew of Broken Social Scene was sitting next to me I’d ask, ‘so explain this little beauty Kev…’ Opener ‘Farewell To The Pressure Kids’ sounds extraordinary with its crashing instrumental intro and undecipherable, distant vocal. The revolving rhythm is heart-stopping, and then the swooning vocal seems to go in reverse before keyboards and drums welcome in the second part of the song, which is more clearly defined, albeit with a vocal that is just about audible. And you know what? It’s a fabulous track and one I will open my next radio show with. I suspect that the song’s title is what it’s all about but frankly it sounds so good, I just don’t friggin’ care. ‘TBTF’ is next and is slightly more conventional with a relentless pace and superb melody, but what’s it all about Kevin? Like it though… ‘F-ked Up Kid’ has stacks of musical invention and this time I go onto the Internet to try and find some lyrics, and here they are:
Skin stains are left across the floor
And I know it’s cause we didn’t speak about the war
My time is only a guess
Faces are like out upon the wall
And I hope the rumors will break your fall
Guess it’s gonna be a love for the fucked up kid
Spoiled fingers in a club that’s a mess
I’ve separated their eyes from their chest
And I think we look like the rest
And if you seize the carrot from there
He might take his words and write down with his plan
I know ya did, cause he’s in love with the fucked up kid
And all the puddles that are disserving to explain
And I heard there’s a funeral formulating
And they say their lies are better than the tests
And when you came back you killed me with a kiss
Like a glorious fire I wish I missed
Oh shit, I guess I’m in love with the fucked up kid
And I still can’t figure it out! There are several songs here that blow me away including the bouncing, guitar dominated ‘Broke Me Up’, and the acoustic sound of ‘Gang Bang Suicide’ (lyrics below).
Well if you love, what you are
Then your notes (nose?), try to solve
All the things, you can’t leave
Through the minds, and retrieve
They say size, doesn’t care
But my heart, Is a house
Will you come, and move in
Leave a space, for us to give
So when you die, will you leave
Behind, all the leaves
That we sewed, to ourselves
With the lines, and the webs
Was it hard, to retrieve
All the lines, and the seeds
Do you love, do you try
I don’t care, it’s the sign
So let’s wash, all the fear
Grow a hand, in a mirror
With the lights, on our skin
They say whoa, never win
If you like, to sew up
Then I wish, you grow up
And take the lines, from your face
Age so sweet, and replace
It’s the sound, that I want
It’s the low, belting cough
It’s the size, of my heart
It’s a house, can we start
Well your mouth
Is the goal
Yeah your mouth
Is the goal
Yeah your mouth
Is the goal
Yeah the mouth
Is the goal
Yeah your mouth
Is the goal
Yeah your mouth
Is the goal
Yeah your mouth
Is the goal
Yeah your mouth
Is the goal
You hate it on you
You hate it on you
You hate it on you
You hate it on you
You hate it on you
You hate it on you
You hate it on you
You hate it on you
(I really think that we did the best that we could)
(I really think that we did the best that we could)
(I really think that we did the best that we could)
(I really think that we did the best that we could)
They say size, doesn’t care
But my heart, Is a house
They say size, doesn’t care
But my heart, Is a house
They say size, doesn’t care
But my heart, Is a house
They say size, doesn’t care
But my heart, Is a house
All makes sense now eh….? ‘Big Love’ has a massive bass-line with shrill vocal harmonies and a lead vocal that’s lost in an astonishing electronic din, with a complete change of instrumentation close to its conclusion…
Feel lucky? Feel adventurous? Then you gotta try this record because it will keep you guessing like nothing you ever heard. There’s an astounding diversity of sound, for example out of the blue on ‘Backing Out On The…’ country fiddles appear alongside thrashed guitars… a Hammond dominates the simpler vibe of ‘Bodhi Sappy Weekend’ and then things get (unusually) simple in the alt-country, acoustic ‘When It Begins’ – well almost, until the last few passages when an organ, that sounds as though it’s be dragged through the desert sand, kicks the song finally into touch. Fascinating, puzzling, great… You got me Kev but I’m not sure how or why.
4/5