Finally got my copy of Blemish today…

I don’t have the words available to describe just what a complete pile of steaming sh*t this release turned out to be. Thanks Dave. Anyway, here goes…

If you are expecting anything vaguely musical then forget it. While his voice doesn’t disappoint, the music and lyrics are totally unforgiveable. I pinched myself several times, checked that the calendar wasn’t stuck at 1 April, but to no avail. I wasn’t dreaming a nightmare involving a faulty David Sylvian CD.

The guitar playing is laughable. In fact, I have managed to replicate the sound by getting my pets to jump up and down on my acoustic guitar. While the dobro playing on DBOAC was sensitive and well-intentioned, the random pluckings heard on this CD sound desperate and like a rather bad joke.

His lyrics are ponderous and say nothing – they do not to attempt to engage the listener at any level. By the time I had reached “Late Night Shopping”, which was about “Late Night Shopping” the cloud of depression that I had been stuck in for the past week suddently lifted and I felt very, very angry. I immediately decided to write a song about putting the rubbish out for the bin men.

Let us take out the bags
The black bin bags together
We can walk alone
Down the path
To the place where I leave the trash
And they will come
In their big vans
To take away
Our rubbish

<To be sung in the stylee of David Sylvian accompanied by Alex the Wonderdog on guitar and Speckle T Bird on whistles and bells>

Darren’s Three Word Review of Blemish:

Turgid

Uninspired

Rushed

The packaging is nice – it smells of burnt matches. Oh no – that was me, just trying to set it alight.

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