Pop Perfect
This is an interesting, fine pop album. There is at its
heart a fulsome vocal prowess that is the innate talent. When listening, one
hears a number of voices – not aped – but a seeming osmosis over time of other
styles informing Maquire’s fluid and fluent voice now. This means there is also
the inevitable echoes, and I can hear Lana Del Rey, Dolly Parton [yes, combined
with Rey on the delightful 60s-sounding Here
I Am] and Adele on Elizabeth Taylor,
something in that emotive angst I don’t particularly like in Adele’s pop pomp
but which just about works here.
The title track is, by comparison, a little experimental –
ethereal opening orchestral layers, and then the lithe high-register vocal
drifting down from that instrumental cloud flyby like a light rain. The strings
add to this borderline clichéd pop project, but again it seems to have just
enough oddity to convey genuine artistry. I’m being tentative, not to tease or,
worse, haughtily critical: this is a first listen and I know the album will
deserve more for a proper appreciation. The very next track Whenever You Want It has the absolute
echo of Del Rey, and I want less of this from the sonic chamber. But it is
pretty, in that pop sense, and this will be the target audience, so why not hit
it with such skill?
The Valley invokes
Feist – perhaps it’s much in the 1, 2, 3,
4 – but it really is the sound, and there is here and elsewhere a Stevie
Nicks’ warble, so more influence and re-presenting. Falling Leaves conveys a blues sensibility, the vocal echoed over a
slow piano trudge, occasionally dissonant, and the singing is superbly honest
emotively, and in its beautiful tone. This is that ray of clear and warming sun
that bursts through clouds, as aesthetically varied and engaging they are to
view.
Penultimate Spaceman
is lyrically clever as well as a bright and breezy 60s pop gem again, aided by
those sweeping strings a la ELO [OK, 80s’ appropriation of the 60s], and closer
Leave You in Yesterday is the only
song that employs elements of that clipped, staccato style of singing I really
don’t care for, again Rey-ish but also Carol King piano chordishly. But also
displaying a pure voice in the tone which is, as I said at the start, the
talent that pervades this superior pop collection.
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