Graham Reid | | <1 min read
This album isn't here because this is the 27-year old son of the later Warren (although the surname did attract attention to it) but because it is so . . .
Well, if you know his dad's stuff this is surprising.
There's nothing to say Jordan should have followed his dad's path (Warren was famously Mr Bad Example we should remind ourselves). But this surprises because it seems so rooted in British new wave and power-pop with touches of shimmery US bands like the Shoes, Posies, Gin Blossoms and the like.
There's a smidgen of his dad's cynicism and style on his own American Standard, and he covers Warren's previously unreleased Studebaker which appeared on the postumous Preludes collection.
Mix all that and you have an album that Matthew Sweet fans might feel at home with. This is actually an expanded version of his earlier EP but with the post-Beatles pop-rock manoeuvres and pop balladry it is an album that sounds just fine blasting out of your car radio.
The world won't shift on its axis, but your drive will be more interesting.