It's hard to dislike the Pop-friendly, Jazzy lullabies that
The Beautiful South offer up. When the caustic lyrics sink into your brain after a few listens, and you realise that it's not as safe as it pertains to be, everything begins to make a strange kind of sense. Lyricist
Paul Heaton sounds like a choir boy grown up, but he's the choir boy that had a well-thumbed
Samuel Becket novel hidden in his songbook.
Songs of Note:
Woman in the Wall;
You Keep it All In
3½ corpses in the wall out of 5
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