Somebody -- either my friend Ivo or my World Music professor in college -- once said that if you put a piano in a song, there's a good chance people will take a liking to it. This, of course, isn't a reliable method, but more often than not, it works very well. We like to hear gently played pianos; they suit almost everyone's fancy. Though the piano isn't always at the forefront of The Perishers' Let There Be Morning, it more than makes its presence felt. If anything, it debunks the whole "piano equals pleasure" theory.
Lightly strummed acoustic guitars, electric flourishes, and reverberating fills add to the piano, but the resulting textures aren't anything remarkable. The Perishers' second full-length album is, well, rather bland. The music can be affecting at certain points, but these are only flashes, not lasting anywhere near the entire length of a song. And the lyrics. Well, the lyrics. Songwriter Ola Kluft relies on abstractions -- a tendency too many rock lyricists veer towards nowadays. "We met at a place," sings Kluft, with his airy Swedish croon, "where people go to get laid." Ah, lovely. Later on in "My Heart," Kluft discusses the usage of one's heart in a troublesome relationship. "It's my heart you're stealing/ It's my heart you take/ It's my heart you're dealing with/ And it's my heart you'll break." Reader, I'll leave you with that.
1. Weekends
2. Sway
3. A Reminder
4. My Heart
5. Nothing Like You and I
6. Trouble Sleeping
7. Still Here
8. Going Out
9. Pills
10. Let There Be Morning
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