My review of the collaboration between singer Helene Costas and Dangermouse ran in yesterday’s Blurt.
I liked it somewhat less than Pitchfork.
Me: “Not that there aren't pleasures to be had. The Last Laugh is damned near nothing but pleasures. Costas' clear voice, folky here, blues swaggering there, mother-in-the-other-room-humming-lullabies there, is a sybarite's silk pillow, edgeless, soft and comforting. Danger Mouse has wrapped this languid, lucid instrument in the gentlest of swaddlings, baroque rushes of strings, jaunty jangling guitars and, to keep everyone awake, percolating electronic cadences. Listening is like falling into a pile of feathers, sensual, enveloping, but ultimately insubstantial.”
Them: “a sparkling debut for her and one of his most interesting collaborations.”
Oh, hell, you decide…