Elton John has certainly never given listeners a chance to miss him. Four years is the lengthiest gap he’s left between studio albums – gaps which tend to be filled with soundtracks, musicals, guest appearances, a lot of touring and an inordinate amount of media attention. His music has long been a part of our collective identity while he as an individual seems as much a part of our landscape as the Queen. As a result, it could be argued that we take this prodigious talent who has created so many pop standards for granted. In concerts he knocks out the hits and his biggest chart successes in recent years have been retrospective in nature – his Good Morning To The Night remix album withPnau hit Number 1, a feat none of his studio albums have achieved since 1989. Yet if he’s obliging enough to largely give audiences what they want, he’s also canny enough to mine this nostalgia in his current work. As The Diving Board’s Voyeur puts it, he’s “committed to connecting the old ways to the new”.
My review of the new Elton John album. Sir Elton, to you.