by Ned Raggett
Kicking off with a spindly, spry though still downbeat tight groove of a jazzy, late-evening number, "Sickness Divine"? Simon Jones singing the line "Aimlessly I roam/Without you girl," instead of folkloric, strange figures? A just-this-side-of-sleazy trumpet on "The Soul Driver"? Is it the same band, some said? Very much so; strictly speaking, far from making a radical change, the Trees simply brought in some different sources of inspiration - small nightclubs where the cigarette smoke hangs heavy as well as windswept moors and, to quote "Sunrise," "the floodplain" and "the wooded hill", Fitzgerald as well as Wordsworth, and so forth. The loungy-tribal percussion on "Jonny Lexington" adds both an ominousness and a fresh edge to the Justin Jones guitar vibe, while a ringing, repetitive guitar riff drives "Dialogue" much more so than the more readily expected reverb strum, and "Bullet Head" almost sounds like a Morricone spaghetti western tune. The classic Treessound still clearly presents itself at points, though while "Sunrise" starts with another fine duet between voice and guitar by the Jones brothers, gentle string synths and soft but persistent keyboard beeps and bloops help to flesh things out more as also does one of Justin Jones' best ever guitar solos, a searing, piercing thing. Simon Jones tries out some more smooth singing than he had yet attempted, notably on "The Dutchman," with a nicely soaring though not bombastic chorus. Ending with "The Flatlands," yet another wonderful moody swing of a number, the Trees keep on keeping on just fine.