Historically, three is the perfect number, but let's cast a shadow of doubt on the third work of Doves. Jimi Goodwin should explain to us what "the urban mood that permeates the first tracks" truly is. He hasn't done it. Well, let's give it a try ourselves.
"Some Cities," let's forget about it as it was written by the Oasis under the influence of bromide. "Black And White Town" is the glamorous soundtrack!? of a nocturnal cruise through the center of Manchester. Decide for yourself if the ending is happy or sad. "Almost Forgot Myself" projects a city recovering after a storm. "Snowden" sings about getting up at dawn to buy bread and milk, but not at the supermarket. "The Storm" is realizing you're stuck in traffic. Then comes "Walk In Fire," the turning point. Definitely the turning point of the album, but certainly not the musical one. Try listening again to "There Goes The Fear" from The Last Broadcast. Nothing new on the ear-front. However, nothing prevents us from appreciating it. It's a pity we're at the top of the album, and the helicopter that could take us higher doesn't arrive. So we look at the other side: some people are climbing. But it's the Coldplay with "Someday Soon" and "One Of These Days" on their shoulders. Better not to start a conversation.
Now far away from the city, we head down towards the countryside where the "Shadows Of Salford" hang, inviting deserved rest. But suddenly a nightmare: it’s Chris Martin again. The Doves express their wishes with the last track "Ambition." They recorded it in a closed monastery in Scotland, closed due to lack of vocations. And then they say it's better not to bring troubles upon oneself. No come on, in the end, it's an album to which one can be devoted. (the actual rating is 3.5?).