Sounding like the bastard love child of Freddie Mercury and a pinball machine-obsessed Roger Daltrey; Plumb, the fourth album from England’s Field Music is getting rave reviews. I’ve read journalists describe the band as “exhilarating” and “brilliant”. If you want to seek out other reviews I don’t blame you, I’m not saying much.
In my defense, this album did nothing for me. It kind of sounded like the orchestral score to some Disney movie from the 40s. Fantasia, or something equally boring. I couldn’t even sit through the entire thing without doing something else. On a side note, I crocheted myself a hat for winter.