His songwriting - probably due to the fact that everyone kissed his ass in the production/recording of the album - is way too formulaic throughout the album it goes a little like this: Blount is by no means a bad singer, you just either like or abhor the vocals. His vocals sound like the bastard child of Jeff Mangum and Elliott Smith with a brief mile high club with Bob Dylan and an ambiguous possibility of having an affair with Seth Putnam. Immaculately produced “ballads” from an emotional, washed up soldier. So now we’re here at his debut Back to Bedlam. That was, of course, against poor Blount’s wishes because he only wanted to follow a career in music. Only thing I really know for certain about this James Blunt is he went to an academy for like arts or something of that aesthetic and then graduated with a mandatory obligation to serve in the army. I don’t know the album’s story by heart but the dude was almost fed with a silver spoon when someone super close to Elton John was listening to a demo of “Goodbye My Lover” when he was driving home and bla bla bla the rest is history type of crap bla bla bla. Even more funny about this Blount guy, is that he changed his surname to Blunt (although, not legally) and his stage name “James Blunt” is now used as an English rhyming slang for c unt. Or maybe, perhaps, he’s married to a supermodel. Or, hell, to this day, his parents are the dude’s managers. Or maybe the fact that the album was initially met with critical acclaim by many a music critic and to this day is cited as being met with critical acclaim according to Wikipedia. When I hear him sing, I always imagine that he was some dude who was popular in high school for being the only guy that supplies weed and sold a lot of alcohol because he always got away with owning a legit looking fake ID.
There’s just something hilarious about James Blount. Now?" 10 years later, somewhere off in obscurity. Review Summary: "Gotta ask yourself the question: Where.
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