The Cardigans : |
Y'know, there are some albums I know I'm going to hate before I even listen to them. Not very impartial I know, but bar the odd single - My Favourite Game and Erase/Rewind to name but two - I've never had much time for The Cardigans. Add to my already biased opinion the protracted gap between this and 1998's Grand Turismo, and guitarist Peter Svensson's recent egotistical comments - "It's an important album in times like this when 'real albums' are rare." - and I had in my hands a hatchet-job waiting to happen. Imagine my disappointment when it turned out that Long Gone Before Daylight was . . . and it pains me to say it . . . really quite good. It's not like any of this is breaking new ground; pretty much the whole CD is of a similar nature to the glossy pop of lead single For What It's Worth. There's no attempt to recreate the pseudo-Garbage of My Favourite Game or, thankfully, the teeth-gritting tweeness of Lovefool. In Long Gone Before Daylight, The Cardigans may not have produced an 'important album'. They may not even have managed a relevant album - let's face it, in a world of Junior Senior and Hot Hot Heat, this CD is likely to fall between the cracks. What the band have managed to put out is a good album and, as always, that's good enough for me. |