In Lieu Of Flowers is no exception. Heart-torn and pained, the album begins with Smoking Rooms, a gentle, slightly raw acoustic song complete with indistinct chatter in the background to signify that this is Aaron playing live. Were this The Wonder Years – and there are of course similarities – the crowd would be singing along at full lung, but there’s none of that here.
As the song reaches its climax, though, Springsteen-esque horns break through the fourth wall, and the album proper begins in earnest. Earnest, is an appropriate word, too – the countryfied loneliness of Paying Bills At The End Of The World and Whiplash, the up-tempo, frazzled Alone At St. Lukes (replete with a cheeky “fuck the Tories” reference) and the ironically warm and fuzzy sadness and alienation of the title track all exude an incredible pathos that seeps deep into your bones. It all finishes with the quiet, downtrodden Dead Leaves, which brings this album – and possibly the whole project – to a rousing, poignant conclusion.
If this is, indeed, the end, it’s a wonderful and profound way with which to say goodbye. It would, however, be a great shame if this was the last we ever hear from Aaron West, because this is more than an album. It’s an actual life. Someone go and have a word with Dan…
Verdict: 4/5
For fans of: The Hold Steady, The Menzingers, Brian Fallon
In Lieu Of Flowers is out now via Hopeless