To many, inoffensive and easy on the ear is a good thing. It’s not that I seek out the offensive and the unlistenable, but believe music should speak to the individual’s life experience and world view, resonate emotionally, move the listener and affect them in some way. It should have the capacity to either reflect or alter the mood (and different moods and different occasions call for different responses). But music that doesn’t have any kind of impact, doesn’t have any kind of power – and by power I certainly don’t mean volume – is so difficult to find room for, let alone praise.
I don’t doubt Rojor’s sincerity or that he has emotional range and depth. I’m sure he gets passionate when he thinks about the violence of the world, as he depicts on ‘When Red Blood Flows’ and I’m sure he’s socially and politically attuned.. but this really isn’t conveyed through his music. The album’s title might suggest otherwise, but this doesn’t pose any challenge to the status quo, isn’t going to get anyone fired up about anything, isn’t going to engender strong emotions. If anything, ‘Last Box of Bullets’ is dangerously insipid, the soundtrack to torpor and apathy: there’s nothing like cardigans, comfy slippers and Radio 2 to keep the masses passive, is there?
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