There’s an over-romanticised view of times gone by that views the latter half of the sixties as a golden age, and the first half of the seventies as being a lot less rosy. I didn’t live through it – but there’s something about that with this, The Pearlfishers’ latest album.
It’s a pleasant enough listen, but there’s a feeling that it’s striving for somewhere between Pet Sounds and Revolver/Sergeant Pepper and instead, producing something a bit more like Billy Joel and other AOR singer-songwriters. It’s not a bad album, but it feels like it could have been so much more. It’s aiming for full-blown colour and instead, just offering glimpses. It also suffers from being way too long -and there’s a sense towards the end of the second half of the album that you’re just trying to get through it.
Not by any means a stinker, and fine in single doses, just a bit wearing over the course of the whole record.