By The Accidental
Crikey, with a name like The Accidental I thought this lot were going to be some mad disjointed punk effort, complete with a customary boredom inducing 2 stars. I had all my lines written down; 'they've got the tunes without the substance', 'maybe live they'd be a much more interesting prospect' and, my personal favourite, 'at least they've done something worthwhile with their time and not sat on their arses watching Jeremy Kyle'. A killer closing line for someone crippled by a lack of creativity and motivation.
Fuck me though, this lot are as dull as Steve Coppell at a wallpaper convention.
It is however, a nice, harmless dull. And let's not forget; dull sells. Just look at the bunch of vol au vent quaffers sitting atop of the album and singles charts at the moment. And then of course, there's Elvis.
About the song? I Can Hear Your Voice is a little ditty about the pain of hearing a lost voice ("I touches like a tidal wave and hits like a hurricane") of years gone by, containing the lonesome refrain of "I can hear your voice in my head". A groovy acoustic strum repeats itself over three minutes alongside some rather pleasant harmonies. It's not bad by any means, far from it in fact. It just doesn't seem to go anywhere. The word "fuck" appears in the otherwise exactly-the-same unedited version that makes my ears prick up like a dog that's just heard the word "biscuit". Finally a reaction, but that really is it. It's a tune without the substance. Maybe live they'd be a much more interesting prospect.
Fair play though, at least they've done something worthwhile with their time and not sat on their arses watching Jeremy Kyle.