THe be­vis FRoNd

We’re your Friends, Man 7/10

UNCUT - - New Albums - JIM WIrTh

Feel like I’m fixin’ to die: psy­che­delic au­teur’s rock of age­ing

Fail­ing an au­di­tion to re­place Robin Trower in Pro­col Harum be­cause he didn’t have his own gui­tar was Nick Sa­lo­man’s clos­est brush with star­dom, but the Hamp­stead Hen­drix ral­lied to carve out his own nerdy niche, un­leash­ing a tor­rent of home­made acid-rock al­bums from the 1980s on­wards. His blaz­ing gui­tar leads con­trast with the som­bre tone of the 20-track We’re Your Friends, Man, the frag­ile-voiced Sa­lo­man haunted by third-age prob­lems: ill health (“Lit­tle Or­ches­tras”), mu­si­cal ob­so­les­cence (“En­joy”) and a loved one suc­cumb­ing to de­men­tia (“Mad Love”). It’s bleak, but one can only hope that there is no Frond farewell just yet.

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