Review: James Blake - The Colour in Anything
I don't ever want to feel the way James Blake feels in his music. 77 minutes on yet another skillfully crafted album is enough to remind the listener how fragile relationships can be; when every day we evolve and change for the better and maybe even the nasty worse. James Blake’s The Colour in Anything takes you back to the disconnect and confusion that Overgrown dug out from your soul and this third studio album finally shatters you. Right on cue, Blake aims for the heart with the opening track, “Radio Silence,” that hooks you before you even hit the 1-minute mark.
The vulnerability in The Colour in Anything, is both tragic and fruitful. However, the path to inner peace is met with resistance. Blake is a tidal wave of electronic riffs and spirals that demand you to acknowledge he is more than just loops crafted with fluidity. His music is also in his writing-- no matter how repetitive it is, but it works when it is delivered with an undeniably haunting falsetto. Blake weaves together the theme of disconnect and heartache with his voice and his ability to drive a track with jarring beats that complement buzzing climactic sounds. His message resonates too well, and it's an echo that never goes away.
There is a certain grit in Blake's music that allows the simplicity of the arrangement to remain undeniably hard and intangibe to grasp. There is no real resolution in his heartbreak album. But maybe that is life; the struggle to keep connecting, the long search for pieces that make sense. Maybe Blake borders on self-pity, but I can forgive it at the end of the album. I don't want to feel what Blake feels, but he makes it impossible. He has a knack for painting a musical picture that breaks your heart in a very subtle and beautiful way.














