Matchbox Twenty – North     5/10

IT HAS TO BE SAID that Rob Thomas’ talents as a singer and songwriter are boundless. Critics don’t tend to agree, but oh well. It also has to be said that, strangely, Thomas really has no clue what to do with himself.

He is back with Matchbox Twenty after a solo career that went nowhere and the band is again recording songs that have virtually unlistenable arrangements and singing so compelling that you listen anyway.

She has a wicked sense of humour/can’t believe what she says
She drinks Bacardi in the morning/til it goes to her head
All you want is just to hold her/but she don’t go for that

No one else writes and sings like this (listen below to older stuff). His ideas and especially his word choices are both unique and special; he has a knack for being literate but everyman at the same time. I am guessing that critics don’t like him because he is a pretty boy and not afraid to be vulnerable. Mind, it would help if he met a producer who knows what to do with him.

Just hold me and then
Well just hold me again