Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get. This album is like a box of chocolates too, the problem is, it's filled entirely with orange cremes.
You may like orange cremes, I do, but after a while you start wishing that you had a little more choice in the matter. It's not long after that thought enters your mind that you grow sick of those orangey things and never want to see one again. Familiarity breeds contempt, as they say. This is the main problem that former "Suede" and "The Tears" frontman, Brett Anderson's debut solo effort faces. It's starts nicely with lead single "Love is Dead", where a delicate violin introduction gives way to a low tempo sensitive number which alternates between verse and chorus and the occasional solo. Then on track two, "One Lazy Morning" a delicate instrumental solo brings in a low tempo track. You can probably see where I'm going here.
Anderson has obviously been through a lot and he certainly opens himself up within his lyrics, with songs ranging from dealing with the loneliness he faces, anti-consumerism and the last track which deals with his losing his father in death. His maturity with words show on many songs especially on the rather surreal "Colour of the Night" "My love, she dreams of Tel-Aviv/She's got nails in her hands, and nails in her feet./She's not from the holy land, but she thinks she used to be."
The simple fact is that not one song on this offering is memorable. Anderson seems to have fallen into a comfort zone musically, sticking to the same tempo, style and structure throughout. With the one exception of "The More We Possess, the Less we Own of Ourselves" which switches to a sumptious waltz rhythm and provides a highlight after 30 minutes of banality. The man certainly has talent, and maybe with album number two, he'll put it to better use.