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Imagine, if you can, a more annoying 2013 sound than the trout-tongued singer from Bastille going “Ayd if yew clews yer ayezzz” before EVERY SINGLE YouTube clip of the year so far. Can’t do it? Then imagine this – an act that’s three parts Ben Howard, five parts Adele, four parts Keane, eight parts Florence and 500 parts Marcus Mumford’s arse. The sort of artist that’s a shoo-in for the Brits Critics Award, voted for by made-up ‘critics’ from Whatever Soporific MOR Shite Sold Fuckloads Last Year To People Who Don’t Really Like Music Magazine. Welcome to Tom Odell. Please, you’re welcome to him.
Just as there was a certain brooding promise to his teaser hit Another Love before someone waterboarded it with cod-pagan pomp until it was a trembling, desperate mess prepared to do anything its overlords told it to, Long Way Down is a decently bland album by a (probably) decently bland sort of bloke thats been shafted so hard by The Man its submitted to gospel choirs (Cant Pretend), Coldplay chorus ballast (I Know, Till I Lost) and Mumford money jigs (Grow Old With Me) all over-emoting songs about nothing.
During the maudlin quietude of Sense or the title track, a tiny inkling of pity emerges in your sickened soul, and you convince yourself the 22-year-old from Chichester is just a poor, misguided wannabe whos fallen into the hands of the music industry equivalent of Hungarian sex traffickers. Then he comes over all Lionel Richie on Supposed To Be. I wish I could say theres a place in Hell reserved for Tom Odell. Theres not. Just loads more Brits. Hell be all over 2013 like a virulent dose of musical syphilis, pounding and warbling away at every Papal election and Bradley Wiggins finishing line. Be warned, you cant unhear it.
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