Alex Cornish - No Shore
Since the release of his second album late last year, singer-songwriter Alex Cornish has been racking up the acclaims like a smug actor who gets Honorary Degrees at a click of a finger. The main differences being of course that a) he put a hell a lot of effort in, and b) he actually paid for it. Re-walking the path of self-reflection laid down by Call Back, Alex further imprints the recognition that life can be a bit, how shall we say, "tricky", and goes out of his way to spay the sentence "life’s a bitch" with his third album, No Shore. This is a record that holds its head high above the rising tide of over-produced, sticky back plastic-covered albums that sound so polished even Mr. Muscle wants to get his hands on them. With a horn section "recorded at Gav’s flat in Edinburgh", and arrangements, artwork, and photos done by Cornish himself, two fingers are certainly being stuck-up to those who’ve succumbed to being a brand rather than a band. With each track’s choir of violins and guitars strumming a different heart string, pinpointing a few favourites would truly devoid album number three of any justice. One thing that can be said however, is that third time is most certainly a charm.