Why wouldn’t you want to dip into an album with the brilliant and intriguing title of “Don’t Put All Your Eggs in One Basketcase?” Come on, what’s the worst that could happen? And if, given the somewhat crazy and hippyish titles involved you are expecting some sort of Syd Barrett induced neo-psychedelic anaphylactic shock, then I am happy to report that The Moon Has Flown Away at least runs on a smoother, soothing paisley-pop vibe.
It neatly repackages the flower power image in the same way that the likes of Jellyfish and Redd Kross have expertly done, capturing the essence but not the excess of the era and serving it up expertly for a modern audience. And pop it may be but it is also built on a deft sophistication; clever dynamic gear shifts, smooth harmonies, and a small but perfectly formed psychedelic country guitar break that Gram Parson would have framed and put on the mantelpiece.
In short, it’s pop and it’s great, not something you hear said much these days, but it is. It isn’t so much the pop that was, more the pop that might have been but more importantly it is the pop that could be again, isn’t that a comforting thought?