I’m always copping it for not loving Elton John. Don’t get me wrong, I can toe-tap along to Benny And The Jets with the rest of them, I love Your Song and Goodbye Yellow Brick Road and before Princess Diana’s accident I honestly liked Candle In The Wind. And the Tiny Dancer singing scene in Almost Famous fully ruled.
It should also be acknowledged that he is a great supporter of HIV/AIDS charities and very openly gay, which is always nice. But no matter how much I try, I just can’t stop nodding off when I listen to more than one EJ song. He just seems so relentlessly middle-of-the-road. While he’s still in good voice and still singing interesting lyrics, his latest effort, Peachtree Road, is just more, more and more than more of the same.
Whether it’s because of his iconic voice or something more sinister, it’s hard to pick up anything new. That said, fans will love it, no doubt. A nice touch away from the music is the album’s cover, containing not one pic of our favourite glamour-tracksuit wearer Elton. Instead, there’s a collection of travel snaps from small town America, including a great Town of GAY sign.
Perhaps the most damning indictment I can offer is after listening my first thought was I’ll give it to my nanna for Christmas -“ she’s a big fan, you see.