Sound — 9
The thing that instantly struck me was the acoustic rawness of the album which encaptured a distinct skill and passion for writing songs without being reliant on a mass production job to iron out the rough patches. From the opening chords of Son Of A Gun, they pounce through 11 songs and barely break the 3 minute mark in any of them, yet they come fast and furious, each one refreshingly new and Mavers barking vocals compliment the rough edge that the band have trademarked. Then comes the final knock out blow with an 8 minute gem in the form of Looking Glass which see's you through a whirlwind build up to end with a hysteria of acoustic clattery and frenzied drumming. After 35 minutes of pure pop/rock bliss, it's increasingly upsetting to think that the band burned out in this way yet also seals their legacy.
Lyrics — 9
What better place to start than "There She Goes", about heroin or a girl? Regardless the venom of feelings which Mavers 'can't contain' are passionate, poetic and still hit a nerve in everybody's hearts. Often reflective, "Looking Glass" is the poetic brilliance on the album which outshines the rest and gives a chilling feeling inside the listener as Mavers delivers with elegance and compassion.
Overall Impression — 9
I won't starting throwing names around (Rolling Stones) but too often have we seen bands start off with a talent for songwriting and a passion for music, only to flail helplessly in to producing dirge over and over again. This self-titled album stands solitary as the only proof that The La's were under-appreciated by the world and that very few albums now manage to build up this kind of passion and produce these pop gems in to a mere 35 minutes, which is pure bliss from start to end.