Ra­zorlight

Olym­pus Sleep­ing

Classic Rock - - The Hard Stuff - mark Beau­mont

At­lantic Cul­ture An in­die god awak­ens?

A roller-coaster, a pan­tomime, a re­ally weird ZZ Top video; Ra­zorlight’s 16 years have seen many bizarre and un­pre­dictable phases. Now, eight years af­ter the orig­i­nal lineup fell apart ac­ri­mo­niously and

fol­low­ing an ill-ad­vised stint with a re­place­ment bunch of pi­rates and pimps, front­man Bor­rell is back with a band that looks like a band, and a back-to-ba­sics fourth al­bum that re­cap­tures adroitly his ini­tial dizzy rock rush, like a breath­less Tele­vi­sion.

Mid­sum­mer Girl, Carry Your­self and Ja­pan­rock are all ef­fec­tive, ef­fer­ves­cent Ra­zorlight pogo rock, a 50s prom swing takes hold of Sorry?, Brighton Pier and the ti­tle track, and only Ice­man

– a Sheeran-es­que Celtic lilt cast­ing Bor­rell as a down-on-his­luck wed­ding singer – and the odd cry of “hubris, hubris!” will raise smirks this time round.

A must-buy, if only for the bril­liant soap-opera twist of watch­ing Johnny Bor­rell rise from the ashes.

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