Recently there was some to and fro around whether life is long enough to allow re-appraisal of music deemed earlier of being below par. The overriding was that it wasn’t, and that, once dissed, never should the chance to reconsider be worth the energy and effort. strangely, I am in the position of owning the first two albums by Django Django, the Scots/Irish/Anglo combo, who actually have notched up 5 albums since 2021. At the time I recall I thought the debut lacked some lustre, smacking of a Moody Blues with access to a modern studio and al the tricks therein. I had been buoyed in by the reviews. I can’t explain why I then bought the second, especially as I thought the same. I don’t even like the Moody Blues.
I am on a re-burning project, after the great crash of 2022 (my great crash of 2022, as my MacBook died, ingloriously), taking also the time to get rid of superfluous. Fully intending to get rid, I listened again.
Both records are quite good. Better even, I rather like both.
So there!
Django Django
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I like them and have also enjoyed them live. I do find them a bit “same” though after a few tracks. Wish they would change the style a little.