Mall Grab – What I Breathe

While Joachim Nordwall reinvents himself credibly once again, Mall Grab stomps in every puddle of mud like an overtired two-year-old, even over the length of the album, and is then surprised when everything looks a bloody mess. Third-rate analogies aside: »What I Breathe« is quite an impertinence, because on it the Australian lets his attempts at pop song, previously released under his real name, die next to opportunistic main-stage bollocks and in between tries to repair his personal reputation with classically tawdry jungle breaks on the fly. One big cop-out, this album.