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21 of 29 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
He still has it, but he's looking at the today's pop charts!, November 26, 2008
"24 Hours", his 28th album, is the umpteenth in Jones's attempts to reconnect with musical relevance, and this time the direction came courtesy of his son, who suggested the retro soul vibe of Amy Winehouse might suit his style.
Despite a few covers, the majority of the material on offer is co-written by Jones himself.
"I'm aliiiive," he roars, and this time, for the first time, he has helped to write and choose the songs, too.
His cover of the Tommy James and the Shondells' song is delivered with full-blooded relish. The panoramic backing of horns, strings and garagey guitar is a retooled, though self-conscious throwback to his virile 1960s recordings
While most of it never really breaks out of the kind of lounge soul that made him a star of the Saturday night variety all those years ago, the subject matter is a surprise. Family, friends and past mistakes are all addressed here.
They include brassy belters of the style that Mark Ronson has brought back into fashion, stabs at funk and a cover of Bruce Springsteen's boxing classic, "The Hitter".
It switches between sweaty Sixties R&B workouts and breezy, free-and-easy swingers.
The ballads, however, offer richer pickings.
"24 Hours" is an effective piece of Johnny Cash-lite about a man on death row. The final breaths of this character may close the album, but Jones's belly-deep bellow abides: unfortunately all that gravity is wasted.
"Seasons", a convincing southern soul simmerer looks back over a career filled with many wrong turns.
But the key text here is "The Road", a blue-eyed, melancholy Bacharach-style schmaltzer that pays tribute and apologises to Linda, his long-suffering wife of over 50 years for his extramarital adventures: "I know I caused you pain/Left you shattered on the ground".
The torch blues of "Never" is a high point, but a fine moment is the Bruce Springsteen's moving boxer's memoir "The Hitter".
The cover carries the whiff of a vanity cover. Jones makes the mistake of being a tad portentous in his interpretation of Bruce Springsteen's tale of a broken boxer, but it is hard to grudge him his enjoyment of the interpretation, which is pure Otis Redding pastiche.
Fans of the cheesier Jones will enjoy the loungey bossa nova of "In Style And Rhythm" - "so when you check someone out... don't concentrate on the lips, just keep your eyes on the hips, and if there's plenty of swing, and sure enough there is zing, you gotta do it in style and rhythm" he instructs with alacrity.
A big mistake is "Sugar Daddy". Written by Bono and The Edge, with its nudging, winking, wheezing priapism, it portrays Tom as the worst kind of lecherous old geezer: bumping and grinding in a style most unbecoming of his age.
There is something unconvincing and rather unlikely in "24 Hours", if you just think that the it's aided by Future Cut production team, the duo behind Lily Allen's biggest hits, and most of it aims to compete on the glossy terms of today's charts.
Surely a man of 68, with a magnificent voice, should be making more grown-up and substantial records.
Pick of the Album: "I'm Alive", "Season", "The Hitter" and "Never".
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