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		<title>For Pete&#8217;s Sake</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[OVERANALYZE THIS: Babyshambles  


Babyshambles
Shotter’s Nation
(Astralwerks)
Where, oh, where have all the rock stars gone? Those blithering drug-addled fuckups—tall and charismatic with a Chelsea-boot swagger one minute; pressing a crack pipe into a pet cat’s mouth the next. If our mainstream rock stars are arriving in the form of, say&#8230;Pete Wentz, whose biggest blunder was broadcasting [...]]]></description>
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<p><strong>Babyshambles<br />
<em>Shotter’s Nation</em><br />
(Astralwerks)</strong></p>
<p>Where, oh, where have all the rock stars gone? Those blithering drug-addled fuckups—tall and charismatic with a Chelsea-boot swagger one minute; pressing a crack pipe into a pet cat’s mouth the next. If our mainstream rock stars are arriving in the form of, say&#8230;Pete Wentz, whose biggest blunder was broadcasting his p33n online (yawn), haven&#8217;t we lost something in our artistic culture that&#8217;s drawn so much naked humanity from bottom-of-a-pit despair? Gimme danger, as a wise man once said. Or else, why are we listening?</p>
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As contrived as it may seem, the junkie persona of ex-Libertine/current Babyshamble Pete Doherty might be all we have left. Of course, all this means nothing if the smackhead can’t write a good song, so lucky for us, Doherty&#8217;s tales unfurl like a melodic Henry Miller novel, details bent and pronged but nevertheless stemming from his shambled existence.<br />
Taking a clearheaded turn following 2005’s mumbled mess of lazy ramblings <em>Down in Albion</em>, Doherty&#8217;s songwriting regained its stride throughout the 2006 EP, <em>The Blinding</em>, boasting a title track every bit as captivating as Libertines&#8217; power anthems &#8220;What Became of the Likely Lads&#8221; and &#8220;Can&#8217;t Stand Me Now.&#8221; And <em>Shotter&#8217;s Nation</em> continues the polished trend, helmed by producer Stephen Street, best known for his work with the Smiths and Blur.</p>
<p>Aggressive cuts such as the guitar-slathered opener &#8220;Carry On Up The Morning,&#8221; the organ-accented &#8220;Crumb Begging&#8221; and the slurred rocker &#8220;Side of the Road&#8221; contrast the jazzy, &#8220;Lovecats&#8221;-cribbing &#8220;There She Goes” and the tenderly haunting acoustic closer &#8220;The Lost Art of Murder,&#8221; featuring Scottish folkie Bert Jansch, giving <em>Shotter&#8217;s Nation</em> the range and vision we knew Doherty had in him. And his lyrical grit, never profound but profoundly relatable nonetheless, serves enough vulnerable emotion (check &#8220;Baddies Boogie&#8221;) to make you want to root for the guy—even when your best instincts tell you to let the bastard burn. <strong>A- <em>—Aaron Richter</em><br />
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<p><strong>Babyshambles, &#8220;Delivery&#8221;</strong></p>
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