Northumberland's PAUL JEANS is being pushed breathlessly out into the small venue circuit with a self released CD and that awkward beast – an August tour.
Paul does eleven light songs with piano or guitar in a confident approximation of exactly what you would expect after four bars. It consists of lightly rhythmic uppy downy tunes and rhythms with a slightly over-passionate voice singing about nothing to get excited about.
It isn't as horrid as JAMES BLUNT. Still, the forced emotional squeaks of indeterminate emotional origin do lard up some pretty banal lyrics. The chorus "Push me over / the Cliffs of Dover / I'll either sink /Or I'll swim to Ca … lay" is on a par with the mindless excruciation of a BLUNT song. And maybe BLUNT's success opens up something for a singer with a slightly stronger grip on reality?
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Twee is word that comes to mind. There's something Hollyoaks and Junior Big Brother about the whole thing. I don’t get it, but I'm sure there will be people who do. There seem to be good tunes, but I couldn’t whistle any for you right now.
I think I've said enough. There's no reason why this shouldn't be taken to the bosom of our emotionally confused nation. Just don’t expect me to be applauding.
Despite four sheets of PR fluff, there's no indication of label, availability, or website. So I guess the tour is your best chance to see me proved horribly wrong. Scotland, The North, Leicester and London. Check the listings. Live is the new rock and roll.
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