Has there been a funnier, or more fun, album about depression than John Grant‘sGrey Tickles, Black Pressure? You could wrack your brain trying to remember the last time you felt this good hearing someone feel so bad. Or you could skip that step and give in to the record’s intoxicating mix of gallows humor, smart pop-culture references, lush folk-rock, vintage electronics, gorgeous melodies, and alternately hilarious and moving melancholia.
With his lovely baritone raising itself — or lowering itself, really — to mellifluous plateaus, it’s not always easy to tell whether Grant is being dead-serious or deadpan. The answer, quite often in these songs, is both at once; he’s rarely more than a few lines away from a witty aside or an earnest emotional knockout. He’s explained the semi-color-coded album title: “‘Grey tickles’ is a direct translation in Icelandic for midlife crisis, and ‘black pressure’ is Turkish for nightmare.” Could there be any greater promise that an album will turn out to be an absolute gas? But if you love classic rock, Eurodisco or Oscar Wilde — and let’s hope that covers everybody — it’s a dark cloud worth scooting to get under.
<a href="http://www le viagra g.npr.org/2015/09/30/444196884/first-listen-john-grant-grey-tickles-black-pressure”>Full review by Chris Willman and NPR Music Stream of the album GRET TICKLES, BLACK PRESSURE