We hate being mean about any albums, because writing even one decent tune is hard, but this album is clearly for people who find Mumford and Sons too freakin’ loud.
Cattle & Cane play music that’s like the Mumfords but with Marcus’s atonal howling, the overbearing drums and the tedious metal guitar solos removed. All those annoying beats have been carted off, too, and for those who hate banjo: this is your bag. Yes, we’re being sarcastic: this is so bland it made us go out and buy some rice pudding to spice the day up.
Still: Kane’s terminally dull Hopes And Fears sold three million copies and they still tour off it, so there is a market for this undemanding fare. At its high points, it almost gets going, like a limping rabbit whose myxomatosis momentarily clears: songs like 7 Hours are not bad. But for every ying there’s a yang and Fool For You sounds like 70s B-side for a one-hit like Pilot that everyone mercifully forgot. (Pilot had a hit with the chirpy January, and a second hit, so two-hit wonders).
On the plus side: it’s nicely produced, the music is atmospheric and it’s played well. Good luck to them. It’s an improvement on their lacklustre debut, anyway. Live they might be better: we thought Amber Run little middle of the road, but they impressed live.
If you’re Mirrors and reading this: ignore this review. Bugger the critics, what do they know? We’re nice about most albums so the odd sacrificial lamb keeps us credible, and sadly it’s you. You could make it a tad less bland though. Seriously Look at Tiny Dancers, bloody great band and got nowhere, even good tunes are no guarantee.