NEW YORK (AP) 鈥� As its title 鈥淧eople Watching鈥� suggests, spends the bulk of his third studio album putting his observations about others 鈥� their histories, their futures, their troubles, their hopes 鈥� to music. The concept is simple. The results are anything but.
Written by the English singer-songwriter over two years, the album鈥檚 11 pop-rock tracks reveal a tender, strong-willed and observant lyricist. They also show off Fender's skills as a musician and co-producer, capable of tying together instrumental threads into rich productions that enliven his stories. None of that is news to his fans, who have already sold-out tour dates ahead of
Like the best of his previous releases, the project's titular opening track is anthemic and robust. makes you want to move, or at least, shout along with Fender. That energy is achieved through a fast-paced and meticulously arranged production: Guitar and piano are layered over strings. Metallic cymbals punctuate the chorus, cut by a saxophone solo. The drumbeat is steady but quick, standing in for Fender's racing heart. 鈥淚 can't stop running,鈥� he sings, 鈥淚 see the whole town fall."
That town, his home of North Shields, England, serves as inspiration throughout the album.
On 鈥淐rumbling Empire,鈥� atop grooving electric guitar, Fender appears to describe his family and the systems they were failed by: 鈥淢y mother delivered most of the kids in this town / My stepdad drove in a tank for the crown," before summarizing his album in a few lines: 鈥淚 don't wear the shoes I used to walk in / But I can鈥檛 help but thinking where they鈥檇 take me / In this crumbling empire.鈥�
He speaks of specific struggles, but his observations are built upon the understanding that pain is always universal. On 鈥淪omething Heavy,鈥� he offers reprieve: 鈥淓verybody here's got, something heavy / I'll shoulder it a while if you just want a night off.鈥�
The album closes with 鈥淩emember My Name,鈥� a tribute to Fender鈥檚 late grandparents. It is written from the perspective of his grandfather as he cared for Fender's grandmother, who had dementia. Absent the upbeat guitars and drum beats that accompany much of the album, Fender鈥檚 vocals are strikingly crisp. Featured instead is the muffled, nostalgic sound of horns, performed by Northeast England's Easington Colliery Band.
The song's chorus is tight but powerful. 鈥淗umor me / make my day / I'll tell you stories / kiss your face / and I'll pray / you'll remember / my name," Fender sings as his grandfather, his voice soaring with aching emotion. Closer to his roots here than anywhere else on the album, his people watching is complete.
Elise Ryan, The Associated Press
