I like boxes. I have a tendency to collect them. I even created a wall made from cardboard lids, all rescued from photocopier paper boxes. That explains why I had to buy this album called P.S. I Cuddle A Box.
It wasn't until I received the CD that I realised how slightly disturbing the artwork actually is. In one image a female appears to be pregnant with a box-shaped belly whilst another figure bows at her feet, maybe kissing her feet?
Musically the album is quite simple, the production doesn't really rise much above a soft, understated vocal accompanied by drums, guitar, light keyboards. The Whistling Sounds Of A Falling Projectile sounds like a promising track title, it is a sweet enough without being outstanding.
The entire album seems to pass by without much happening to grab you, nothing really captures the imagination. Everything is slightly too laid back and dreamy, more like vague sketches than completed works. It gets slightly better on repeated listens but needs some stand-out moments to give it some colour and vibrancy. At times it almost sounds like Beck without the humour and know-how.
The artwork holds my attention more than the music. The final track P.S. I Cuddle A Box ends with a repetitive vocal loop, a rather annoying repetitive vocal loop. I just wanted it to end. Pity. I like boxes.
Top Tracks: I Won It Back, The Whistling Sound Of A Falling Projectile
Verdict: Fail - an empty box
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