Sometimes you just run out of ideas and names and you call your album Peanuts. I'm okay with it though Stanley Brinks certainly doesn't need my approval. The songwriter's been having a blast recently, making folksy good-time records with the Wave Pictures; this solo record offers an all alone iteration of his quixotic anti-folk troubadorings.
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"I was up to my neck in beautiful girls but I chose you" Stanley Brinks brags on opener 'Sweet Fanny Adams'. Lucky girl indeed. Her bearded beau has perfected the art of writing simple catchy songs sung in a voice that re-configures the word 'nasal'. He is blindingly in thrall to Jonathan Richman and has that travelling minstrel thing going on constantly touring to receptive audiences and playing with the likes of the Wave Pictures.
You know the scene. He's probably better when he's less excitable such as on 'Lake David' and 'Old World Theater' which both show real emotion and a Bonnie Prince Billy style melancholy lacking in the more upbeat numbers. Otherwise these are unbelievably perky ditties which are immediate earworms with choral singing so you can all singalong when you go to his gigs.
Sort of annoyingly smug, he's one of those artists who is happy with his 'have guitar will travel' status and wants you to know about it. But he's at his best when he dials back the quirkiness, ups the lyrical ante and let's his emotions show through.
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