"There was no coat-check, so we wore out dreams out on the dance floor. We danced so hard, got so hot that they fused to us all. We thought we were just jokin', trying dreams on for size. We never realised we'd be stuck with them for the rest of our natural lives." Fuck. Jarvis Cocker's talents haven't wilted since the 90s, and much of this reads as his lyrical peak since Common Sense. He's old now, and maybe soon you will be too. This album encourages it, still wistful about what's been left behind in the move. Listen to this album, and then listen again. And then order your Tesco shop.

A happy wander back into scorechord for this one. Admittedly I realised halfway through I'd heard it before. I think sometimes J-Jazz in particular ends up quite busy, sonically. This avoids that wholly, though conceding some of the rough edges that other artists tend to have (see Mellow Dream by Ryo Fukui).

Feels like someone photocopied the Foo Fighters.

Makes me want to work the dockyard in 1903 and die of a splinter.

Was about to go rip on the vocals but found Liam already commented. I do feel it takes something away from the record though.

Actually really quite boring.

Yeah really good.

Starting to realise Jack White is like the turmeric of musical artists, anything he gets on gets completely stained with his colour. Luckily I happen to like Jack White an awful lot. That said, I think maybe he needs to begin collaborating with people who are going to leave a more equal impression on the listener.

Kind of an overlong less good Suzanne Vega.

This is a 7 but with Ryan Gosling, so it's an 8