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Latin Quarter's third album sees them on familiar but welcome ground.
Lovely, almost twee songs are beefed up by Mike Jones' excellent
and uncompromising lyrics whilst Jones himself neither plays nor
sings (save for the occasional backing vocal). Steve Skaith is an
ideal mouthpiece for Jones. His unique voice, earnest, pleading
and yet restrained, gives a distinct pathos and credence to Jones'
heartfelt semi-pose. "Race Me Down (Feipe's Song)" has a beautiful
melody amidst a song of shanty towns, "Dominion" rails against the
senseless killing of animals, "Close This Account" patiently explains
why pornography is wrong, and Blameless puts America right. If this
sounds like the work of trendy dilettantes and dogmatists, then
think again, "Swimming Against The Stream" simply doesn't sound
like that. Inspired. John Aizlewood (of Q Magazine)
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This is the third, and finest album, from a band whose rise to
maturity has been dramatic. Latin Quarter have a pop album of enduring
good quality ... producers David Kershenbaum and Paul McKenna have
given their sound a wonderful new sheen and confidence. "Swimming
Against The Stream" is full of easy swinging melodies, offbeat musical
ideas and challenging lyrical suggestions. Steve Skaith's clear,
high singing voice (on great form) is played off against Yona Dunsford's
equally sweet vocals, in some truly mellow pop choruses. Underneath,
the songs are busy with ideas: an array of percussion sounds, new
instrumentation and guest musicians like David Lindley...
Latin Quarter have not only returned with a new elegance, but also
with a new sharpness to both their sound and their political commitments.
Behind the modern chart production, subtle protest songs are lurking:
"A Slow Waltz For Chile" hits the mark exactly, and is surprisingly
moving. The title track comments bleakly on American civil liberties,
while the best number is "After Maralinga" (a cheery tale of nuclear
testing in the Pacific), which cuts its swirling pop path through
an intro of didgeridoo, harmonica and echoing guitars. It's haunting
stuff. Anthony Denselow, (The Sound)
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