Adam Green - Minor Love

While not every musician mellows with age – Nick Cave will be a horny corpse long before he’s labelled ‘mature’ – advancing years frequently rehabilitate rogues or help ridiculous goofballs find their romantic streak. From a teenage Peter Pan singing songs about crack, via a slightly older Jessica Simpson-goading hipster, and on to Minor Love’s minor charms, a little seriousness is a welcome addition to Adam Green’s career six albums in. Lowering his arched eyebrows and swapping irony-thick Vegas-style crooning for lo-fi mumbling, he even flirts with decipherable lyrics, the jumbled word-soup of past releases now yielding to the occasional narrative nugget (though it’s a thin line – “when I took off my winter clothes my body looked like forty or fifty crows” is either beautiful poetry or grade-A nonsense). It might not match its wackier predecessors, but Minor Love is an interesting milestone in Green’s increasingly intriguing oeuvre. [Chris Buckle]