Taking on the role of troubadour, singer-songwriter, with simply a guitar and a handful of songs is no simple task these days with every man and his dog trying to spin a yarn. Harrison uses a jagged vocal delivery and almost nasty simplicity to get his point across. This oddly titled album is basically 16 tracks thrown down on tape in one day and rolled out on this simply produced record. With just a guitar, vocals and minimal production, it is up to Harrison's lyrics to ensnare the listener.
From the personal diatribes on relationships and lack of empathy from a cynical world, it's hard to make out what this jagged vocal is at times intending. Enjoyment is a track that borders on acceptance and despair: “Ask me for forgiveness, we place our final bets/On the moments that we're living for, surrounded in this hopelessness”. It's enough to make you want to pick up a Camus novel. Stitches, one of the better songs, is also one of the more angry tracks that fades into an awkward acceptance. You sense an anger simmering under these songs.
There are two small moments where a harmonica breaks the landscape of guitar and vocal. On Peculiar Place you will almost jump out of your skin as Harrison lulls you into a close space, only to be shocked by the introduction of the harp line similar to that of an early Dylan album.
As for the album title, I'm really not too sure if it's meant to be ironic or just there for shock value. Either way it's not really that emblematic of the album and its introverted style.
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