Colin Maclntyre is undoubtedly prolific, but he rarely ventures beyond a surging and sugary hybrid of The Beach Boys, Supertramp and ELO. Initially, MHS's third album seems to attempt new ground. Opener "Peculiar"unfolds as wiry, sparse new wave, while the gloomy piano of "This Is The Hebrides"is compellingly melancholic. But by the David Kelly meditation of "Death Of A Scientist", we're whizzing back to '70s AM radio pop. Few of the colourful oddities that filled his debut remain, but there's still much melodic guile to admire?albeit increasingly difficult to love.
Colin Maclntyre is undoubtedly prolific, but he rarely ventures beyond a surging and sugary hybrid of The Beach Boys, Supertramp and ELO. Initially, MHS’s third album seems to attempt new ground. Opener “Peculiar”unfolds as wiry, sparse new wave, while the gloomy piano of “This Is The Hebrides”is compellingly melancholic. But by the David Kelly meditation of “Death Of A Scientist”, we’re whizzing back to ’70s AM radio pop. Few of the colourful oddities that filled his debut remain, but there’s still much melodic guile to admire?albeit increasingly difficult to love.
