Leto has aimed far too high with this one, and clearly forgotten the art of subtlety.
Jared Leto's adoration for the overdramatic presents itself almost immediately. After what sounds like a gentler version of Microsoft Mary blurting out the first word of the album's title (“Love”), a soft drum beat builds into brooding orchestration which progressively adopts more layers as Leto sing-speaks in drawn out sentences. A crowd roars in small, distant bursts, and that's about the time when track number two, Conquistador, gets introduced in all its cinematic glory. Just when you think the melodrama has been softened a touch with the cautiously subdued synth introduction and neatly broken-up first verse of City of Angels, the chorus kicks into gear and things get pretty cheesy once more. What started with a bang gets old pretty quickly; the second half of the album – while still full of the initial aspiration – is quite weak and easily forgettable.
Leto has aimed far too high with this one, and clearly forgotten the art of subtlety. This album is built on big ideas that never actually come into fruition – even with the schmick production sensationalising every aspect of the album.
Veterans lead this week's releases with new albums from Tim Rogers & The Bamboos (Album Of The Week) and Daniel Johns plus albums from Ella Thompson, The Vaccines and Unknown Mortal Orchestra.