Bounced right off this one. Unsure what I'm supposed to see as I see several other glowing reviews. Happy to be objectively wrong as long as it gets Simon to add a comment threads feature.

A six sometimes becomes a seven simply by being listened to in the sunshine. I highly doubt I'd have enjoyed this quite as much if I listened in January with broken heating, but sitting next to my washing and drying out in the sun alongside it made for a good backdrop. I think lyrically this ended up a little juvenile for me (which is really quite a feat). But there isn't a bar of poor instrumentation on this record. Worth a go.

Had to break this listen into two sessions, which doesn't indicate something of great quality. I think that double and even triple albums have a place in the world, but I don't know if DJ Khaled is the producer to be making them. Some real troughs of production here really make a full listen difficult (Don't Quit). Khaled's position as a producer give this some real issues of feature overload (feature creep?), and eventually it just gives me a toothache. I'm sure this is somebody's easy listening, but I don't expect to be returning to this one unless I need a real benchmark for a 4/10 record.

I must be missing something with this. Really didn't find much of substance here. Interviews about this record cite a litany of influences, but this never seems to manage to creep out of those better albums' shadow. Passed right over me like tepid water.

"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.