SOUL

Songs for You, Truths for Me James Mor­ri­son Poly­dor

The Weekend Australian - Review - - Music - Alis­tair Jones

THE Brits have a tra­di­tion of white raspers and, at 24, James Mor­ri­son dis­plays more en­gag­ing vo­cal chops than most. Hope­fully his pi­geon­hole as a fu­ture Joe Cocker won’t in­clude los­ing his pleas­antly geeky looks and weedy physique. On this fol­low- up to the mil­lion- sell­ing Undis­cov­ered , the full soul toy box is at his dis­posal: string and horn sec­tions, massed voices, soar­ing or­gans, tri­umphant pi­anos, a pol­ished band and a mix that shrugs off the daggy edges of the first al­bum, with its echoes of the house or­ches­tra on Parkin­son . Though the overly in­ven­tive ar­range­ments seem de­signed for those with the at­ten­tion span of a ring tone, the lad from Rugby still man­ages to sound gen­uine. Too bad the au­dio has been over­cooked at the mas­ter­ing stage and its sonic clar­ity comes with a harsh siz­zle that’s par­tic­u­larly ir­ri­tat­ing when played through good speak­ers. But the spirit of Otis Red­ding and Marvin Gaye in­forms Mor­ri­son’s phras­ing and even on the trem­bling duet with Nelly Fur­tado he comes across as some­one worth en­cour­ag­ing. May he not burn out.

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