John Lennon and Yoko Ono’s son, Sean, was thoroughly ripped by the UK’s Evening Standard in a review of a show he did in London. A tidbit:
Last night's show might have taken place in the more sanctified surroundings of a church, but it's a small venue and the ecclesiastical acoustics did Lennon's delicate pop no favours. Nor did his attire. Imagine Little Lord Fauntleroy's gone-to-seed cousin: shirt and tie, top hat, scarf dangling rakishly around his neck, hobo's beard and huge tinted glasses.
I’ve heard a few of Sean’s songs, and there’s something there, but it’s hard to define just what. He sounds like he’s attempting to be be sophisticated, but it ends up being too thin to be very memorable. But again, there’s something there… maybe with more time, and perhaps a near-death experience or two, he’ll get a harder edge and perhaps more of a purpose to express.
Speaking of Lennon sons, where is Julian? His last album, Photograph Smile, was his best, and left me wanting more.
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