Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10
The poetic form is more than just a delivery service for expression, more than an emotional tool to wield in which hearts a set a flutter and the mind is embroiled in the majesties of love and disregard; it is the reason we do anything in life that has observance at its core, why some will deeply allow their resonance to be captured for the eternity in the shape of pleasure even if they are all but speaking of a kind of mundane existence, or the beauty in the ordinary.
It is the confession of us all that we have the ability, the skill, to remark upon life in in all its form find it to be convincing, to be undoubted observer who can hold court a go, fascinated by the temporal of the structure of anything; and whilst we are told to be crafty by those with negative hearts to Fake It Tlll You Make It, what we should be doing is exploring resolutely till we can understand it, till it all connects, till we find the moment where our lives spark with freedom.
It is in freedom that artistic endeavour is to be held as a true source of inspiration, for there is nothing fake in true art, the provider, as in the case of Twentytwentysix, showcases illumination with honesty, a physical sense of credibility that makes the everyday special, the single thread of a thought becoming a patterned network filled with human activity and realism.
Realism is the point in the album’s domain, in it being brought to life, and across tracks such as the grand gestured opening of He Sat At The Table, The World Outside Our Door, Death And Taxes, Broken Hearted Party People, Shadows, and the album title track of Fake It Tlll You Make It, Twentytwentysix take the written word and the drama of music and combine it into the exploration of life itself, a world with the imagination of the everyday, its sights and sounds forged in a lexical, choregraphed, kaleidoscope of fortune and colour.
Once in a while a piece of art comes your way that you wish you had the fortitude and intelligence to have created yourself, but rather than be intimidated by it, you relish the opportunity to breathe in its splendour and make a note to match it someday. Glorious in its search for humanity, resplendent in is delivery of poetic force.
Ian D. Hall