James Blunt retains his melancholy and melodic appeal
Artiste: James Blunt
Album: Some kind of trouble
Genre: Pop/Soft Rock
Reviewer: John K. Abimanyi
Mr James Blunt has largely stuck to the formulae that made him, choosing to maintain that lip-trembling, tear inducing voice, even where he has almost undone himself by upping his drum-work, tempo and guitar noise.
And if you are the down trodden soul, drenched in deep misery and depression, James Blunt (or his music) is what you should keep close, if only to give you a little solace. Melancholy has been his tale ever since Beautiful, in his cry over a beauty that he will never have. On Some kind of Trouble, Blunt shows he is not about to stop telling the story of the unlucky.
The result is that he comes off sounding like a pessimist, seeing quarter empty glasses of water instead of three-quarters full. These sadomasochistic tendencies are best revealed in Superstar, as he sings, “…times like these I don't want to be a superstar, cause reality TV killed them all in America. Oh the sun always shines in a magazine. Tonight can we be free to be who we really are.”
If the songs on this CD are anything to go by, James Blunt has not yet found love, with every opportunity at romance filtering though his hands at every try. And you guessed right, each time it is the girl that dumps him for dead like a piston.
But what makes Blunt hard to ignore, even with his sombre paintings, is the quality of the melodies that line his choruses to such infectious effect, it is worth risking your moods out in the open, just to get a taste of his sweet light-weight voice. Once again, James Blunt has stood up for the heart broken.