While dad's rock'n'roll is being revitalized by a group of youngsters, moving in their naivety as they believe they are discovering what everyone already knows, and at the same time, others are brutalizing the folk of yesteryear under the false pretense of waking it up (the antifolk wave), artists like McRae, laughing at labels and boxes, continue to make a name for themselves because of their music, a luxury in 2003. Like the drowned Buckley or the cursed Drake long before them, this Tom knows that everything lies in the quality of the songs, whether he has chosen to embellish them or not. Indeed, unlike his self-titled debut album, Just Like Blood takes advantage of its creator's new ambitions, who, without ever considering himself Brian Wilson or Thom Yorke, has decided to arrange his work for the greatest pleasure of the ears. Hence, A Day Like Today, Mermaid Blues, or Overthrown would work wonderfully in their simplest form but certainly do not suffer from these few embellishments. Only a deliberately serious tone slightly detracts from the whole, which only gives the illusion of breathing fully under the pressure of an imposing tradition that seems to serve as a guarantee.