The title track from Mike Skinner’s fourth album sees the everyman become a philosopher.
The gist is that everything in life is an accoutrement; a dazzling jewel to be return to the store once the ball is over. Not a bad sentiment but unfortunately one he chooses to relate in overused phrases and sweeping statements. True, he acknowledges this fault when he says “I wanna speak every cliché”, but compared to a track like Dry Your Eyes, which revelled in finer details and distinct observations from the world of the mundane, this ascension to profundity is musically and lyrically banal.
