James Yorkston: I was a Cat from a Book (Domino)

Much as I have enjoyed and admired a couple of previous albums by this Scottish folk singer, this album -- under the most fey title in living memory -- just strikes me as inane, precious, pretentiously understated, awkwardly and unpoetically phrased . . .

Just phenomenally dull in my hearing (and this from someone who actually liked the guy's previous stuff remember).

An album of such self-interested tediousness that it seems overseas reviewers closer to his home have struggled with it to the point of being unnaturally kind to a collection of badly constructed "songs" which is just awful and largely unlistenable.

Unless you are family.

I'm not.

And someone in the family should have slapped him hard on the forehead and said, "James . . .!"

Sort of "get a life/girlfriend" time for him I think.

Bye.

(For unintentional humour about this, check the clip below)