Granted he has been off most people's radar for a generation, but surely the creator of Off The Coast Of Me, the man without whom there would be, arguably, no Prince, and, unarguably, no Andre 3000 (imagine "Hey Ya!" as a Kid Creole comeback smash in a parallel world), deserves better than the horri...
Granted he has been off most people’s radar for a generation, but surely the creator of Off The Coast Of Me, the man without whom there would be, arguably, no Prince, and, unarguably, no Andre 3000 (imagine “Hey Ya!” as a Kid Creole comeback smash in a parallel world), deserves better than the horrible, cheap, synthetic horns and bargain basement drum machines which dominate and desecrate this new album. Or perhaps not. Worlds away from “Maladie D’Amour”, Darnell now seems to be writing rejects from Five Guys Named Moe?awful sub-Louis Jordan jumping jives like “Let’s Jaml” and the revived flop “Endicott”. To cap it all, there’s a pitiful rerun of “Annie, I’m Not Your Daddy” in “I’m Not Your Papa”. This record has depressed me immensely.