Label: Tenement Release date: 23/08/10 Link: Aberfeldy on Myspace Somewhere to jump from? Come on, these guys are only going to be jumping from the bottom rung of a ladder into a mountain of cuddly toys or their mothers' love, something soft and nonthreatening anyway. Still, it’s not as if chamber-pop is a genre bristling with tough guys and flexed biceps anyway, so maybe that’s okay. The third album from Edinburgh’s Aberfeldy is not a big departure from the band’s previous works and is unlikely to set hearts racing unless you get excited over fairly unadventurous indie-pop or find Belle and Sebastian too risqué for your tastes. But you know, not all music has to be about explosions and buildings collapsing, set to amp feedback and very loud drums, sometimes it’s nice to sit down with a cup of tea, breathe at a normal rate and listen to albums that you’ll later hide under the couch when you have friends round. So that’s where Somewhere to Jump From come in, something of a guilty pleasure. In a way it’s so unashamedly unfashionable that it’s almost charming, like someone turning up to a party with a flock of seagulls haircut. There are fascinating lyrical gems all across the album, the chorus from ‘In Denial’ informs: ‘If you want me, you’ll find me... in denial’, which must be some sort of code for cowering in the cupboard under the stairs, crying. Then there’s ‘If I Were A Joiner’ whose title alone is fantastic enough but singer Riley Briggs’ line ‘another establishment from which I’ve been barred’ is laughably dubious, he seems like he would struggle to start a fight in a boxing ring with someone who had just insulted his mother. Yet there seems to be a knowing quality, an awareness of how silly some of this sounds and that makes the music (and the band) a lot more likable, and make no mistake, there are moments of abundant pleasantness here. The title track in particular, rolls gently by like a windmill basked in sunshine, flanked by singing, smiling flowers. There’s times when the music is so saccharine it should be supplied to diabetics in need of emergency sugar boosts but mostly it’s redeemed by the songwriting, which is often cheering, sometimes addictive and generally difficult to fault. Despite this the album does suffer by being a little bit familiar and by the halfway point you’ve likely heard all this album has to offer before hearing roughly the same material in the remaining half. It’s not life-altering stuff but there are more than enough high points to warrant a few listens, even if you are keeping it hidden someplace. Photobucket