I Love Lucy. Never just a review. Always a gorgeous, sensual, philosophical account of why music is so fucking important.
Their sixth release is definitely predictable, but it’s still a marvellous way to choose your own adventure.
The album treats its instruments like an embarrassing family member; if they HAVE to be around can we at least make sure they don’t do anything to upset anyone.
Without the strange adjuncts Rhys has a nice collection of folky tunes. With them he has a nutball bag of charming oddities.