This is the sixth album from post-punk electronic balladeers CWNN but I must admit they are a new name to me.
They remind me of all and none of the following. Nik Kershaw, The Pet Shop Boys, The Blue Nile and David Sylvian. So for post-punk you could also read 80s pop.
The album begins with a monologue concerning human existence and how it all stems from simply forgetting how to fly. So far so interesting. This is followed by an Indian-tinged electro-snorter that brings to mind Gary Numan’s finer moments. The track after that is completely buried by it but the meat of this album sandwich, as it were, is really quite good. Unique could be Ian McNabb circa Truth and Beauty; I Smell Gas (catchy but deadly), ‘Not so Big in Japan’ (knowing nineties post-ironic tragically hip replacement type track); Those Weren’t the Days (likewise), Not Stranger Than Fiction (emotive strings) and Walter & Wally (subtle and chilled).
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It’s one of those albums for me. Sometimes I put it on and I think "no thanks" and other times I think "yeah!" This is probably down to style more than actual content but also a nagging suspicion that somehow my lifestyle is not quite minimal enough to fully appreciate it. For me this album would go well with doing some artwork or being on the beach.
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