The Good Win Out (The Last Broadcast - Doves)

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Product:	The Last Broadcast - Doves
Date:	23/07/02 (84 review reads)
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Advantages: Bolder Statements Of Intent From Future Kings.

Disadvantages: A Few Slight Misguided Turns.

The magnitude of Doves last album (2000) was enough to rescue more that a few lost souls who believed that challenging alternative music had died. Its scope was far reaching, the core melodies were intricate and uplifting even if the album espoused a deep melancholy. It is one of the great debuts and will still be spoken about in hushed tones by your children.

Living up to such accomplishments often hinders second comings. Radical debuts are often followed up by meandering affairs, ideas appear in a watered down fashion as if the deep well of inspiration had been usurped in the initial burst of creativity. Not so here. 'The Last Broadcast' sees Doves change tact a little, the vocals are now shared between Jimi Goodwin and Jez Williams lending a delicate-ever-changing subtlety to proceedings. Sean O'Hagan, formerly of Microdisney and still a partial member of Stereolab, has joined the fray on arrangements fitting in tuneful obscurities that very often illuminate Doves sound.

If you could imagine 'Lost Souls' as a smouldering piece of artistry then 'The Last Broadcast' is a digital camera on the action as the flame takes hold. It may lack the overall cohesiveness of its predecessor but there are points on this album that soar beyond the stratosphere. The fire is stoked by the bell torn intro, imagine the anticipated start to a brand new day that promises so much and then delivers in spades.

The album proper opens fluidly with a glimmering guitar jangle that hits the mark immediately. 'Words' has such a straight forward eye trained on what Teenage Fanclub have been doing for years it's no wonder you'll feel like embracing complete strangers. Jez Williams voice is innocent and acute at drawing the most from the power of the playing. 'Words' perhaps lacks the longevity of some of Doves output due to its immediacy so try to ration the exposure to l
engthen the buzz. Special mention must go to Martin Rebelski on glockenspiel who dares to complicate the mood.

Starting out like a vaudeville pantomime 'There Goes The Fear' finds another gear chock full of clear percussion and swanky moods and directions. It flies at right angles when you least expect it as Goodwin purchases the perfect vocal tact and the whole ensemble blends like a fine warm malt on the palate. As the song proceeds the elation in the momentum becomes impossible to quell, lumps refuse to budge from throats, feet feel free to frolic with the nearest open space and the man on the moon eats cheese like its going out of fashion. Acid flashbacks and happy smiley faces drum up the past towards the end, it ain't no good resisting.

'M62 Song' named after a road in middle Britain is an oddity. Borrowing from King Crimsons 'Moonchild' it is as heart-warming as tuneful fairytales get. Drenched in acousticism with Jez's skewed vocals suitably adding a childlike innocence it takes some getting used but inevitably wraps you in a warm layer of sound. 'Where We're Calling From' finishes the job by tucking you in. With the sound of Slowdive re-awakening this is dream pop pulled straight from the 'Souvlaki' sessions.

'N.Y.' is much less complicated. With percussion that sweeps like tidal waves over giant boulders there is a coming together of several forces to create a patchwork quilt of a tune. The guitar play blusters like 'Bullet The Blue Sky' but Goodwin sails his ship clear of the storm in that nonchalant nasal way of his. Low key and brooding 'Friday's Dust' harks back to that driving force that engineered the bands first cut. The strings and woodwind create a eerie spectre and the whole atmosphere sees Doves enter pastures that are braver than any of the other tracks on the album.

I j
ust don't get Spiritualised's descent into gospel led operatics. Where they once bled poetry from their instruments they now require a cast of dozens to make their point. Once an album is acceptable, but beyond that and you start to smell the indulgence. Blur also had a brief fling, with 'Tender', that was partially successful if a tad short on shelf life. Doves have now entered the ring and the whole genre is redefined. 'Satellites' remains one of the bands lesser achievements but the choir ensemble and rattling guitar breaks turn the limp wristed momentum towards a satisfying crescendo.

Delicately poised between sonic rocket fuel and potentially fatal goosebump inducing noise 'Pounding' flits like a humming bird on speed that has a penchant for sharing its honey. It opens excitedly like Reni has found a new band. The drumming is primeval, the lyrics less so ('I can't stand there, to see you disrobe') and the way Jimi Goodwin bends and twists honeyed melody through his vocals is to be cherished. Quite why the guitar playing turns towards U2's the Edge just adds to the mystique. Turn it on as you climb aboard a particularly bumpy rollercoaster and you'll be fine.

The title track boasts a wistful thoroughfare of sound, the spacey flights of fancy hanging perfectly on the central guitar jingle. As the tune makes it merry way down the yellow brick road the celestial feel goes into overdrive. 'The Last Broadcast' would have you making like Mary Poppins if such things were acceptable in today's society.

Cartoon characters with serious intellectual brows are further dreamed up on the magnificent 'The Sulphur Man'. This is a perfect partner for 'The Man Who Sold Everything' because it squirts great wads of enthusiasm from its unbridled hypnotism. The bass contours like an epileptic snake, furrowing great hooks that are the
re to be adopted by anyone who shows a flicker of interest.

As the lights go down on 'The Last Broadcast' a stellar cast join together to offer thanks for what went on before. 'Caught By The River' is Doves breaking out of their own complex songwriting methodology. As it turns out, it may not be an auspicious way to close this album but it's one that leaves a sweet ring in your ear. As the guitar salutes the gallery at the end, keep in mind that some day this band are going to go supernova.

'The Last Broadcast' has Doves wrestling the initiative from their contemporaries. Their imagination has gilded an album that is fraught with such intoxicating beauty that it sometimes makes it hard to breathe. The goalposts haven't moved radically since their debut but the world weariness has lifted somewhat. 'The Last Broadcast' (apart from the singles) is a LP that has to be discovered, there are hidden journeys aplenty and the ride is one that is worth taking time and again. It is within touching distance of the infamy that its follow up will doubtlessly achieve.

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