Album Review: Control by Fyfe

Fyfe’s newest work doesn’t aim challenge the status quo, even if it does comes part and parcel with album art featuring his 100-yard paint covered stare. But while the form may feel familiar (think: a glitch-pop kissing cousin to Rufus Wainwright’s days as a balladeer, or a soft-shoe version of Patrick Wolf’s orchestral manoeuvres) a promising left-of-centre choice sets Fyfe apart from the pack of crooners. Even when attempting the most ambitious of pop statements (see: ‘For You,’ which contains the sincerest sax solo this side of Kenny G) his lyrics are scattered with lonely nights, broken hearts, and melancholia - usually with him cast as the schlub diving headfirst through it all.

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Fyfe is Paul Dixon’s latest manifestation. It could be suggested that Dixon – who has also gone under the name of David Lyre and played in numerous bands in the past – has something of a personality issue, as he repeatedly reinvents himself under new monikers and attempts to show us all that he is something new. However, it appears that under Fyfe he has finally found a skin that he can finally feel comfortable in and really grow within.

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