Its understated charm could pass you by, which would be a shame as tracks like The Magicians Assistant, All That’s Real and Dreaming of Dogs are beautiful, quirky things.
I can imagine this LP slipping under the radar of many. It shouldn’t.
This is great fun, tipping it’s titfer to Clinton, Art of Noise and lo-fi in equal measure.
To be honest it’s an album that – for all it’s formidable strangeness – is incredibly accessible and poppy.
You can’t argue with 20 minute takes on Pink Lady Lemonade now can you?
There are plenty of ironic noises and the instrumentation is always “interesting”; Beck is never far away stylistically. Or for that matter, Money Mark.
At times though, Jersey can get too easily sucked in to an easy listening indie sound, and can end up sounded too like the Postal Service…
White Fields and Open Devices, while having a number of fairly solid songs will be too easily over looked in favour of other bands in the genre.
You get distracted by the whole rock star myth. Fame and money and all of those things, they’re seductive things.
I gave her all a man could give/That’s not too much/ But that’s the way it is.