Album: Dirty Pretty Things, Romance at Short Notice (Vertigo)

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When Carl Barat first launched Dirty Pretty Things, there was a degree of goodwill.

After all, he seems like a decent lad, there was a feeling that he’d been unfairly cheated out of any credit in the Libertines, and he might as well do something while P-Doh was off being a celebrity/cellmate/carcrash and occasionally a Babyshamble, even if it was an undaventurous continuation of the Libs’ style.

But a second DPT album? What’s the rationale there? At first, it sounds as though the reason might be that Barat has an experimental side he’s yearning to express.

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Opener “Buzzards and Crows”, with its fairground organs andwoozy tempo changes, could be a longlost Cardiacs track. From then on, however, Barat and co revert to type.

As the title suggests, ‘Romance at Short Notice’ has an ad hoc feeling to it. A dozen songs about dreams drowned in drink and the claustrophobia of British life are a soundtracked by conservative indie rock.

He does show the odd flash of wordsmithery (“A laurel wreath on the door to my heart” is a nice metaphor), and “Chinese Dogs” has a New York Dolls/Faces pubby raucousness. A bad album? Not remotely. But is this really what Carl Barat wants to do with his life?