There seems to come a time for certain veterans of the music industry when itâs not enough for them just to write satisfying, convincing songs, so they come up with grand plans and concept albums, or pretentious excuses. For Marshallâs House, Squire has drawn inspiration from the American realist paintings of Edward Hopper: âThe reason I wanted to write about them was that I find them all quite haunting â superficially light, and awkward and ordinary, but there was something disturbing about some of the characters.â Unfortunately, that disturbing something that may have led to Squireâs interest in Hopperâs work doesnât seem to come out in the songs here. Without it, they are just light and awkward and ordinary.
The album is unsatisfying in several ways. The guitar parts are fine, but not as interesting or inspirational as they should have been, and then thereâs Squireâs voice. Itâs not very musical, but apparently his raspy tones are an acquired taste. Even if I enjoyed the vocal straining, I would still be disappointed with the finish of the album. It just sounds unpolished. Even on the first listen potential improvements to the songs suggest themselves. The clumsy transitions through the sections of âTables For Ladiesâ for example, sound like a struggling pub band, and the resemblances in two of the tracks cannot be ignored. âYewl Riding A Swellâ is R.E.M.âs âEverybody Hurtsâ as it comes in, and the last track, âGasâ, sounds, amazingly, like âLove Is All Aroundâ by Wet Wet Wet until Squire starts singing.