Everything but the Girl is a group whose music sounds like pop, with a touch of light jazz. But to date, they’ve been recorded on British independent labels, which — since independent labels normally like bands closer to the edge — might tell you there’s more to The Language of Life than at first meets the ear.
You’d be right. A woman takes her man for a drive on the kind of crisp morning that makes your heart leap. But still she needs to reassure him: ”I haven’t come to pawn your children.”
You can feel the air; the woman sounds compassionate and generous; you know she really loves this guy. Two songs later we hear about another guy, some kind of male bimbo who can’t cope with anything more than women and drink. ”Don’t worry your pretty head,” the singer keeps telling him, to a playful tune that sounds like a gentle — and superbly dismissive — pat, right there on his cheek.
Too bad that, toward the end, the songs start sounding routine. The first few make you hope for just a little more than you get.