Eight years on from Gene’s almost inaudible death rattle, Martin Rossiter emerges with an album that hits the heights of their most dramatic ballads and retains the wit and verbal dexterity that made him a frontman to adore. Essentially one man and his piano, the mellifluous roar of old is given free reign over beautifully crafted melodies. ‘I Must Be Jesus’, every bit as good as the title suggests, sets hyperbolic teenage angst against JC’s plight, whilst grandiose opener ‘Three Points On A Compass’ denounces useless fathers with the aching refrain “the only thing I got from you was my name”. A very welcome return.
Words by GARETH JAMES