Instead of having a soundtrack to his holiday foisted upon him by the wheel of history and the chance release dates of record labels, The Android Angel took it upon himself to write his own. A school lab technician for the most part, Paul Coltofeanu used the proceeds from his last album to steal himself away from measuring out beakers of hydrochloric acid and write album number three from a New York apartment sublet for a few weeks from an Israeli saxophonist (it was a detail this reviewer felt was impossible to leave out).

What you get from Marble Sun are ten vignettes – each presenting a slice of The Android Angel’s mind during his five weeks not repairing damaged Bunsen burners in the Big Apple. The opener, 'Long Meadow', illustrates this perfectly: sat in Brooklyn’s Prospect Park, the Android’s lyrics pretty much describe what he thinks, “take a break from the city, long is the meadow rolling, sure is the world unfolding, it’s a beautiful day.” Underneath it all an electric guitar throbs atmospherically before a bluesy riff lends an American twang to a very English song. And that hint of a riff, slightly reminiscent of a Black Crowes song they have yet to write, is the most American sound on the entire album.

Because, despite being inspired by the biggest and most renowned city in the United States, this album has a British feel throughout. The muse here is this visitor’s expectations, wonder, joy and love of a foreign city he has resided in for a tiny period of his life. And every song sums up an emotion. 'Slippers' captures the excitement of a visitor to New York with its hectic pace, incessant percussion and intense guitars designed to match the impression that the city has on the humble tourist. “I smile as I see her avenue streets, I let her tease me once in a while…it’s never enough, come on, New York.”

'Toodle Pip' stands out with the sentiment “I flew a thousand miles to find I truly have everything I ever wanted back home”, and is housed right before 'Oh my Love', a love letter to New York regretfully saying goodbye. The two feelings seem contradictory but every traveller knows how mixed emotions can confuse their attitude towards a destination they’ve built a relationship with.

'Brooklyn Bridge' is a genuine highlight, rich with imagery and gloriously revealing our protagonist’s soul on the eve of his trip; all backed up with wondrous strings and a sweet piano led melody. “From Brooklyn Bridge, you showed me how it is, that untold scenes lie in wait for me… the life of dream show me how it is”. Here is a man anticipating his journey – the only song written from home, a few weeks before he sets off.

If we’re being picky it can at times feel like the Android is overstretching – the desire to innovate and do something difficult is likely to go over the heads of the casual listener and occasionally it feels like he is using the process of writing as a means of defining his musical abilities and personal emotions.

Here then is an album that bears its writer’s soul unlike so many other records where there can be a kind of modish imperative to hide truth behind a façade. It’s an interesting enough spectacle but it’s asking a lot of us to join in with the exploration so you will need to pay attention. Yes you at the back. Put that down and sit up straight; you might actually learn something here.

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