Customer Name: pikeyboy
Date Of Review: 2007-08-11
Review Summary: This Review Don't Make It Junk
Review:
What I most like about this Leonard Cohen album is the fact that so many people coming fresh to the works of this great songwriter seem to love it wholeheartedly. For me, it never felt like an official Cohen release in the way, say, that DEAR HEATHER undoubtedly does. My feeling is that too many of the arrangements belong more to Sharon Robinson than dear old Lenny, and the album runs out of steam after ALEXANDRA LEAVING. LAND OF PLENTY, i.e., is perhaps the only track of Cohen's besides ON THAT DAY, from DEAR HEATHER, whose lyrics actually make me wince a little bit. And it makes me feel sad to say that about someone I consider the finest poet of the last fifty years, who has always cared far more about quality control than Bob Dylan, i.e. But, everyone has bum days, and the moments of brilliance in songs such as IN MY SECRET LIFE, A THOUSAND KISSES DEEP, LOVE ITSELF, BY THE RIVERS DARK, and the aforementioned majestic ALEXANDRA LEAVING, far outweigh the presence of any faults perceived, and it's not that I'm even saying there are any real duffers contained here. BOOGIE STREET sounds uncharacteristic, and would probably have been better served had it been recorded by Robinson herself, with Cohen guest- vocalising. THOUSAND KISSES dates back at least to the time of THE FUTURE as an idea for a song, and SECRET LIFE further back still - to an interview recorded during the release of I'M YOUR MAN. Not that that's anything new in relation to Cohen: on DEAR HEATHER's TO A TEACHER he serves up some backing to a poem contained in his '61 volume THE SPICE-BOX OF EARTH, a period that predates the writing of SUZANNE. It conveys an impression, to me, of a writer (a) either coming to terms with the past, or (b) running out of fresh ideas. Contrast this with the songs on I'M YOUR MAN and THE FUTURE and you'll get an idea of what I mean: a lot of the humour and self-deprecation we've come to know and love seems sadly absent here, barring the vintage of THAT DON'T MAKE IT JUNK. I get the same feeling from DEAR HEATHER also, which to me is an album of footnotes, but one nonetheless that points back towards the beat, down-at-heel, acoustic jew's-harpist we all know and some of us love. Lastly, I feel I have to make the point that this is the second Cohen album containing the word NEW in its title which again proves to be only partly true....