Thirteen Senses - Contact
If you read Douglas Baptie's review of Thirteen Senses' new single All the Love in Your Hands then you don't really need to read this review. Like my fellow contributor, I was far from impressed. This is the second album from the Cornish foursome, and every song - that's right, every single one - is a plodding and pedestrian MOR ballad. They all try to be epic, sure, and are the kind of tracks that press releases will term 'sweeping' and 'anthemic' when really this hyperbole is a cover-up for their dullness. Reference points are the likes of Coldplay, Snow Patrol and Keane except all of these bands are better - surely that's enough to terrify the majority of you into avoiding this record like herpes? Maybe comparing them to Embrace will ensure this review does its job (unless you're an insomniac who is desperately in need of a night's kip) yet even Danny McNamara's whine is more bearable than the drone of this band's lead singer. If you're anything like me, you'll make do with the five senses that you've got. Blimey, even Natasha Bedingfield's latest (God-awful) single is a more exciting prospect; it might make you want to claw out your eyeballs but it won't make you fall asleep. This will.
Last updated: 19/04/2018 02:49:23