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Samson was never the same after he'd been to the hairdressers, and much the same thing can be said about the once generously hirsute Wonder Stuff frontman Miles Hunt, who on Miles Hunt Club seems to have left both his locks and his sense of mischief on the barber's floor. While Miles Hunt's other creative faculties remain intact, devotees of the Wonder Stuff--particularly those who snoozed-off during his mid-1990's stints with Vent 141 and as a video DJ on MTV--may awaken to find the petulance of his new project too much of a cold shower, especially when juxtaposed against the bonhomie and bare-faced cheek of yore. Yeah, there's the same old sideline sneer but this time the lack of immediate tunes (give them time, they're worth sticking with) and worrisome air of late-night soul-searching dishes out the cynicism unsweetened. Even the poppiest song here, the really rather good "Everything Is Not Enough"--with its talk of burning bridges and Rousseau-inclined philosophising--is a self-contained "don't look back" slate-wiping manifesto.
As might be expected from someone who once got away with calling a pop song "Size Of A Cow", Hunt is fairly proficient at sidestepping lyrical cliché. Alas, a couple of times he misses--"there's a shadow hanging over me" isn't that an original line and the song "Flapping On The Pier" sounds too much like one of Deacon Blues' drippier moments. Regrettably, his band's repetitive one-size-fits-all musical approach taxes the listeners' patience--perhaps some bagpipes wouldn't have gone amiss. Hunt is clearly lost in thought, but he'd be wise to keep an eye on his audience. --Kevin Maidment
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