Throughout, Grow Up is a bracing and vital antidote to genre norms, and shares a worldview that nourishes both heart and head. A huge undertaking, a staggering achievement. You need this.
It’s a lazy comparison given that everyone who writes about Desperate Journalist makes it ... they do sound like The Smiths, because they’ve grasped exactly what The Smiths were about – not a jangly indie band fronted by an Oscar Wilde wannabe, but a loud, powerful rock beast who also had no fucking choice.
A few more years playing together has refined Desperate Journalist’s songwriting significantly. There’s more emotional and musical depth to the songs on Grow Up, the slow-dance of ‘Purple’ being probably the biggest example of this.
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