Opener Firecracker rattles and rolls down lolloping rhythms, simmering beneath ecclesiastical epiphany to the tune of Dusty Springfield, whilst Lay Down With You recalls Norah Jones, were she transposed onto the gleeful cells of Richard Curtis romcom under the guise of alienating other, and not roaming the depths of the bargain bucket. If You Gonna Go, whirring in and out of Hammond organ harmony, reeks of aorta-jerking breakup, whilst Blue Streak Mama pertains to Motown shimmy. Pulsating at pretty much precisely an identical BPM throughout, Ford would perhaps benefit from a gratuitous key change here, an accelerated hi hat romp there, although when the country'n'western tugs on them there heart strings with the nostalgic distress of Hey Little Mama who are we aficionados of avant-garde to rip jazz brushes from wrinkled palms? Lapsteel lusciousness of celestial splendour is provided in the form of Gospel Song, Joni Mitchell misery mediated by Mimi Song, whilst I Like You Better would have Duffy scampering for the valleys, Topshop polka dots clutched tight. We don't know an awful lot about Canada, or The Be Good Tanyas, country nor Western, yet Obadiah could have us bathing in the banks of the Mississippi, speaking in tongues, adorned in gleaming white robes.
