Delights with its tweedy, rustic, big-checked shirts and corduroys charm...
Michael Quinn 2008
Stop the speculating, quit your guessing, set aside your worries; now we know what Danny George Wilson has decided to do after leaving Grand Drive: become a superhero and hook up with The Champions of The World.
As a celebration of 'brotherhood, good times, collective yesness and cosmic yee-haa', this first and eponymously titled collaboration with musical chums culled and collated from The Brakes, Electric Soft Parade and Goldrush proves to be a small but perfectly formed gem of an album, spilling over with all manner of good things.
That it sounds as if it was made up on the spur of the moment seems altogether right and adds to the charm of it all. And slender though its eight-track offering may be, that's still a song for every day of the week and a bonus for the weekend.
Among the stand out offerings are the trembling I Still Believe which seethes with all the rough-edged, gut-knotting punch of a bedsit confessional about it, and The Ghosts and Me revelling in its let's-put-the-show-on-right-here delirium. The Truest Kind (co-written with Ryan Adams sidekick Neal Casal) takes a becoming joy in the moment that will make you regret you weren’t there at the recording until you’re old and forgetful and plagued by incontinence.
Wilson's soft soulful voice has an affecting, puppy-dog sincerity that echoes Roddy Frame (whatever happened to him?), a gift for a memorable turn of phrase and an ability to be introspective without being indulgent and ecstatic without be irritating. Imagine Black Mountain Army shacking up with the Polyphonic Spree somewhere in the Blue Ridge Mountains and you won't be far wrong.
Homespun and hillbilly it all may be, but it also delights with its tweedy, rustic, big-checked shirts and corduroys charm, and where's the harm in that?