What does it sound like?:
There’s an old man who sits in the corner of Mel’s Bar on Main Street, Platteville, Colorado. After he’s had a few Jacks, he starts to sing along with the jukebox. That’s what Elton John sounds like. In his head. What he actually sounds like is an actor who hasn’t quite got a grip on the accent, rather like dear, dear Jerry Irons pretending to be a Merkin. Occasionally the old RADA middle-class tones will show like a silk sock above a sneaker.
His piano-playing and his band are impeccable, though. Musically, this is an organic, live-sounding recording it’s impossible to find fault with. And I’ve tried.
What does it all *mean*?
It means … it means …(who came up with these questions?) … Sir Dwight can still make a good record. He’s no longer fooling himself he can get hits like he was in the eighties. He still wouldn’t know a good album cover if you rolled it up and shoved it up his arse. And it means, unfortunately, that his ability to write a great song (and he’s written one or two) has left him entirely. These songs aren’t exactly bad, and » Continue Reading.