The Singular Adventures of the Style Council īecause I thought it was my problem that I'd never listened hard after Internationalists, I put heavy time into these hits, if that's what they really were. My Ever Changing Moods was so moody it flirted with incoherence, but here the politics are concealed on the surface of a fluent if not seamless Europop that goes down easy. A self-made Fabian rather than a would-be demagogue, he hopes to inspire militance with description and analysis. I'm sure the move has cost him audience, but the new format suits the specifics of his socialism. One reason Paul Weller's rock and roll never convinced non-Brits was his reedy voice, which he has no trouble bending to the needs of the fussy phonographic cabaret he undertook so quixotically and affectedly after retiring the Jam. But there has to be undeniable music in here somewhere as well. Weller's unabashed working-class leftism is a treasure, and his charm is undeniable at any distance. Here he records relaxed lounge-soul tunes with a keyb-playing partner and as with the Jam's rock tunes it's unclear to a mere Yank what the big deal is. Introducing the Style Council Ī rather lengthy "mini-LP" continues the strange and touching saga of Paul Weller, who gave up the Jam because fronting Britain's best-loved band had turned into a superstar routine. ![]() The Singular Adventures of the Style Council B.
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