Too whimsical to be trip hop, too lively to be shoegazer, Baxter Dury’s debut album Len Parrot’s Memorial Lift is a gentle lo-fi album that could be used medicinally to relieve anxiety. At once psychedelic and unashamedly sentimental, the album features members of Pulp and Portishead, and proves that rock progeny do not have to sound like watered down versions of their parents.
Outsung by his backing vocalist, almost overshadowed by his late father (Ian Dury of the Blockheads), Dury’s strength is the beautiful music that he has written, featuring the usual: guitars, drums, bass; the unusual: zither and organs; and the unknown. (Note: if someone knows WTF a “Juno” or a “Rhodes” is, please write in. Seriously. We’re curious.) The result is a sea of sounds that easily bears the listener away.
Dury’s vocals, however, are a disappointment. He sings in a mushy falsetto that one cannot help comparing – unfavorably – to Radiohead’s Thom Yorke or Sigur R