Life is a crime thriller, says Tom, and he writes the soundtrack for the gray area between intention and execution, for the long five o'clock tea of the soul, where you sit at the kidney-shaped table and, with the Lord of Biscuits, relax and contemplate the clues of fate in the dim light of a floor lamp, while an early Elvis Costello record spins in the lead-out groove on the turntable. Here, no cucumber sandwiches are served, but honest pastries.
On his second solo album, Tom Krimi has refined his art of songwriting, embarking on lateral arabesques for purely hedonistic reasons and occasionally acting like a crooner when necessary. He travels as a day traveler in a tailored suit, traveling in slow motion so as not to lose sight of the details. Like the click of a revolver in Russian roulette or the sadness in Mary's eyes. This cultivated understatement is incredible, considering all the songs were actually written long ago, yet Tom Krimi has succeeded with verve and elegance in creating an album that still resonates long after the music has stopped.
01 Blue Boredom
02 Candy
03 Apathy
04 Blue
05 Cubical
06 Mary
07 Drink, Drink, Drink
08 Mother Up Above
09 Tomorrow Night
10 I Don't Like You
11 Why Don't We
12 You're OK
13 Thirteen
