HEAVENLY RECORDINGS
“I’m not your fucking friend,” Baxter Dury mumbles impatiently as his sixth album stumbles out of the darkness. “I’m trying to be, though”, he adds, before a bevy of nonchalant French females, like extras in a Serge Gainsbourg biopic, shuffle on to emphasise his point. He maintains this gumshoe guise throughout this delightful mix of Leonard Cohen, The Streets and Sleaford Mods, strings dancing behind his morose delivery on Carla’s Got A Boyfriend and sounding most like his father, Ian, on Slumlord, which unravels like a drunken take on Bowie’s Let’s Dance.