Jacob Faurholt | Corners
by Andy Price
“The corners of my white flag, they’ve gone like my nutsack” begins Berlin-based singer-songwriter Jacob Faurholt – steadying with a Danish-inflection on top of a singular guitar line. This is ‘Corners‘ and this opening feels like a false start to an album of the same name. Like introducing yourself to a beautiful girl at a party as Mr Butts when you could have just told her your name was Steve. But it’s in the music too – epic, crashing waves of cymbals and rolling snares, with a reserved guitar crunch, a trio that adds up to the perfect recipe for punchy indie-rock that highlights the whole record. Kicking off in the vein that Corners does leaves you wondering where Faurholt can go with such a backdrop of power. His decision came with ‘Sweet Life‘, which takes a simple refrain and runs it through with an endearing uncertainty. The lyrics are simplistic and only rarely show the colour of that opening line. But it’s the naivity that joins this simplicity that makes Corners a beautifully well-rounded record. It’s the clear lead song on this record, standing above the rest, but it makes the album somewhat disjointed, bookended by the aforementioned ‘Corners‘, and lower tempo numbers like ‘A Horse’s Head‘.
Once the record settles down, it feels more rounded, stoic, and even sincere. The somewhat whimsical refrains found at the beginning in which Faurholt sings “I take my pill and swallow, and hope that it gets me through the night“, while clearly emotive and intended, don’t quite settle within the songwriter’s overall narrative – that of sometimes requited, sometimes less-requited love – found on tracks like ‘Girls‘ or ‘Oh My Love‘. These, again, adopt a simple chorus refrain, sincerity pouring from a slightly mis-toned vocal. And again, it’s an endearing approach.
Corners is not a technically brilliant recorded, either musically, or in its production – but the songwriter, who now has a handful of records under his belt, has found a new, non-pandering consistency which is above all – whole-hearted. In its essence, Jacob Faurholt’s ‘Corners’ is both beautiful in its sincerity, and sincere in its beauty.