Conventions go as light as guitarist

For a while we had to wait to finally to hear again something of the arrogant Schnöseln, singer Damon Albarn. And what to say without making Blur guitarist everything right. Because instead of any Ersatzschrammler to pick off the street, Brash way is simply made a virtue of necessity.
Well then. First throw all common conventions overboard to finally have enough space for experiments in the old barge. The opener with its unique, electronic beat and the disturbing sample gimmicks shows that Blur have long since lost any more in collecting pot BritPop. The minimalist, acoustically arranged single "Out Of Time", scattered quickly Fears Blur might have forgotten how to write beautiful songs. "Crazy Beat" shows contrast with schmissigem reef and an extra dose of Drive, somewhat striking that one is at any time capable another dancefloor banger á la "Song 2" to pour out of his sleeve. Striking: Except for said number hardly something useful here for the format-oriented single landscape while actually. The very first release requires more slowly groping, as that constitutes any pop tune. Similarly, the rest of the album is due. Time with angular synth Groove ("On The Way To The Club"), crude Schrummelgitarre ("We've Got A File On You") or just completely smashed song structure ("jets"). There is no misfiring. Every song is completely self, partly contrary to its peers, and definitely no longer extract from the overall concept.
If Blur would accomplish with this album a strong kick and distinctly separate from their British colleagues, for them is definitely succeeded. Old fans but rather listen again - just like all previous skeptics.