This writer's often expounded the virtues of brevity-fuelled performers such as Pixies or The Minutemen over the years, but rarely has he come across an acoustic singer-songwriter with a gift for the succinct as Middlesex native IVOR GAME.
Although your reviewer must confess to total ignorance of Ivor's presence prior to this release, it seems he's been plying his blink-and-you'll-miss-it wares for over a decade now, with seven albums (the most recent being this year's 'Wake Up & Sing') to his name and tours of the UK/ Ireland and even residencies in US cities such as Nashville featuring in his CV.
So let's not fall into the trap of believing that just because Ivor gets in, says what he has to say and gets out again that he has nothing to say. Indeed, during the course of the 1 minute 49 seconds of 'I Like Being At Home', he proves himself to be a highly capable performer, and as he espouses the benefits of a lonely domestic existence (“I like watching TV/ I like making the tea/ I like being me...completely alone”) he comes across as anything but a sad anorak.
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Instead, 'I Like Being At Home' is good enough to come on like a close-miked and quintessentially quirky English singer/ songwriter nodding gently towards maverick figures like Rory McVicar and the stupidly under-valued Vinny Peculiar. And there's always room for people of that calibre, regardless of the (un)truths the style mags may think they can fob you off with.
(http://www.myspace.com/ivorgametunes)
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