On listening to “Spitting Daggers”, the new album from Sparrow and The Worshop, you would be forgiven for thinking you had accidentally picked up an audtion tape for the soundtrack to (500) days of Juno.
The entire piece just drips with that affected indie-cool that so many bands seem to be reaching out for – being included on a movie score is apparently the be-all and end-all of the 21st Century poser musician.
Sounding like a musically heavier version of Laura Marling’s material, I literally had to fight the urge halfway through not to just put on “I Swim Because I Can” instead.
It’s not that ‘Spitting Daggers’ is bad – it’s not. It’s just bereft of purpose.
There is nothing about it that would grip somebody who wasn’t affiliated with the band. Anyone who was already a fan of Marling, or even PJ Harvey would take one listen and think “why am I bothering with this”?
Within a couple of tracks, you feel like you know everything there is to know about Sparrow and The Workshop already.
“International” line-up? Check. “Deep, quirky” song-titles? Double-check. No inherent sense of self? Why, of course.
OK, I’m being extremely harsh on an album which doesn’t have a bad song to speak of and which, was it not so far up its own hipster arse, would probably be an alright listen.
I’m just fed up with hearing new music which is utterly incapable of justifying its own existence.
(Released through Distiller Records and OUT NOW)
Kenneth John Porteous