WRECKLESS ERIC & AMY RIGBY
A Working Museum
Part indie-pop, part jangle-rock, and part
singer/songwriter folk, the latest by the former Stiff Records luminary and Mod
Housewife, is a rollicking album by two streetwise old pros having a good time
with song-making and with each other.
The album puts me in mind of Sam Phillips’s
Martinis and Bikinis, if Phillips
sang in Rigby’s drawl, or Grant McLennan’s work both with The Go-Betweens and
as a solo artist, if he’d been less literary and more smartass. There’s an
overall sense of sardonic wit being pulled off by people who have come out of
their younger, leaner days with knowing minds and keen, world-weary senses of
humour.
The lyrics are so clever that they could
work as short stories in a chapbook, and since the musical backing and vocal
melodies are such afterthoughts as to be dull, I’d be just as happy to hear the
pair perform the set as spoken word pieces.
Brian Greene
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