|On a Bedsheet in the Breeze|
Joan of Arc’s output over the past five years has been deliberately off putting, with a studio album entitled “Live in Chicago” and an EP “How can something so little be any more”; they clearly enjoy word-play, a well crafted joke, musical gags. But their titles are not all that have put both critics and listeners off their output. They haven’t really seemed eager to please; their previous album “The Gap” being a cut and paste affair, stumbling over itself, stopping when you want it to go, and going where you wish it wouldn’t; lyrically abstract and often obtuse. People have called them pretentious, pointless and vacuous; existing purely as a post-ironic joke, a bunch of clever kids with no real rock and roll soul. Because isn’t that what rock music is about; about bravado, swaggering tight-trousered cool and big venue Marshall Cabinet soul?