Since, remarkably, it's been six years since his friend Jeff Buckley drowned, you might rightly presume Tighe (who sings and writes the bulk of The AM's songs) has had some (for want of a less American word) issues to work out. Co-author of "So Real" (from Grace) and "Moodswing Whiskey" (from the live Mystery White Boy), here Tighe explores his Prince, Bolan and Television influences: terse, clipped funk and rattling glam/new wave/psychedelia that's sometimes (as on "Utopia") reminiscent of much-missed operatic art-punks Shudder To Think on a budget. An odd, involving record; a showcase trove of marvellously inventive guitar noise with moments of surprising intimacy: The AM deserves both a more spendy production/remix and a life beyond the shadow of its makers' history.
Since, remarkably, it’s been six years since his friend Jeff Buckley drowned, you might rightly presume Tighe (who sings and writes the bulk of The AM’s songs) has had some (for want of a less American word) issues to work out.
Co-author of “So Real” (from Grace) and “Moodswing Whiskey” (from the live Mystery White Boy), here Tighe explores his Prince, Bolan and Television influences: terse, clipped funk and rattling glam/new wave/psychedelia that’s sometimes (as on “Utopia”) reminiscent of much-missed operatic art-punks Shudder To Think on a budget. An odd, involving record; a showcase trove of marvellously inventive guitar noise with moments of surprising intimacy: The AM deserves both a more spendy production/remix and a life beyond the shadow of its makers’ history.
