Wednesday 26 December 2018

Tracey Thorn: "Goodbye Joe"

6 January 1983

"This'll catch on and the whole of '83 will be flooded with bare-footed types in jumpers and slacks strumming away on bar-stools. You just wait.

— Mark Ellen (attr.)

My local newspaper — the one that tried a bit not to be overly right wing — used to print weekly music charts when I was a boy. I don't remember if they were local, national or conjured up by a bored music journalist but what always stood out was something called the 'College Rock Top Ten'. The name itself was puzzling since surely University Rock makes far more sense. Even I knew that the best students went to uni and those not good enough had to settle for college (turns out, that's mostly a Canadian thing). More important, just who were these people on this chart? I probably had a vague idea about R.E.M. since they were starting to become well-known by '87 but the rest meant absolutely nothing to me. I suppose the likes of Dinosaur Jr and Sonic Youth and The Pixies appeared but that's just projecting on my part.

The other thing about so-called college rock that flummoxed me was the discovery that these groups generally weren't university students themselves. While many certainly had at one point attended post-secondary school, these people tended to be older, full-time touring musicians, who were signed to record labels of varying size and prestige and did the rounds of the late night talk show circuit and MTV (MuchMusic in Canada). I had always figured that college rock groups started in one university, played gigs at their student union and got played on their campus radio station before eventually getting picked up by other schools in the area and, in time, all throughout North America. College students playing to other college students: imagine that.

Tracey Thorn had been a student at the University of Hull where she met another young aspiring singer songwriter named Ben Watt. Both were signed up by indie label Cherry Red Records as solo artists but they also brought their considerable talents together for Everything but the Girl, one of the seminal jazz-pop acts of the eighties. Their music would later on be labelled as 'sophisti-pop' but it would never be classified as college rock, strange considering they were probably the closest thing to it.

Just as last week's entry had an issue with the title, this one may have credited the wrong song — or failed to give equal billing. Among the comments on YouTube is one from someone called 'aramanth' who claims: "Smash Hits made a huge mistake in reviewing this in 1984 (sic.). The single she released was Plain Song (sic.) but Smash Hits played the other side Goodbye Joe and made it Single of the Fortnight! Great song though..." The Wikipedia page for "Plain Sailing" says that "Goodbye Joe" is its b-side. Go to Discogs, however, and you'll see that they were released as a double a-side (it's even etched on the back of the sleeve). Ellen maybe could have reviewed them as a two-fer but I suppose that's his prerogative. For all we know, he may have just pulled the record out of its sleeve and played the side that happened to greet him.

Originally laced with irony by The Monochrome Set, "Goodbye Joe" is given a mournful treatment as performed by Tracey Thorn. Silly, inconsequential fun in its original form becomes stately here. While it could be said that she manages to strangle all the humour out of it, perhaps one of Thorn's great talents is to find the tracest elements of sorrow and tragedy in even the most trivial of songs and still manage to avoid self-righteousness or melodrama. She also plays a prescision guitar solo, the sort of which provided the foundation for Belle & Sebastian's very existance. (Her partner Watt was meanwhile busy inventing everything that made Norwegian duo Kings of Convenience worthwhile)

Its companion piece, "Plain Sailing", is equally affecting. First released on her '82 solo debut A Distant Shore, the original version is full of echo and has a sparseness that goes with all-acoustic, no-special-guests works. Redone for the legendary 99p Cherry Red compilation Pillows & Prayers, it has sleigh bells (or bells of some kind) added to help give it a breezier pace. They're a welcome decorative touch and one that doesn't feel crassly commercial. Yes, I know we're supposed to appreciate the rawness of indie darlings recording on a shoestring but the single release is more professional and fleshed-out without sacrificing any of the original's beauty.

Only Thorn's vocals give an indication of what was coming and that was jazz pop. It took a little longer to catch than Ellen predicts but it eventually would. And that's the other thing about what college rock ought to have been: young performers leaning from musical dons above them. All those who would later be described as 'fey' and 'twee' learned from the craft of Thorn and Watt.

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Also Reviewed This Fortnight

Level 42: "The Chinese Way"

With Tracey Thorn and her ilk moving in the direction of jazz, it's only right that there would be others moving away from it. Slowly transitioning from jazz-funk to mainstream pop, it's easy to see that Mark King and his Level 42 chums were struggling with quite how to pull it off. King's bass playing channels Jaco Pastorious and is easily the best thing about this catchy but not quite likable tune, while a Gould manages to look like Keith Jarrett but fails to play like him. It would be a while before they could squeeze a nifty pop tune like "Something About You", "Lessons in Love" or "Heaven in My Hands" (my own personal choice cut by ver Levs) but at least they were up for the challenge. Plenty of other jazz fusionists and prog rockers took to pop as though it were completely beneath them; good on the Isle of Wight's favourite sons enjoying themselves in the pop game.

Wednesday 19 December 2018

Kid Creole & The Coconuts: Dear Addy EP


"The man who proves once and for all that you can be 100% hip and highly commercial at the same time, goes for his fourth hit in six months with a bonzer-value Christmas EP."
— Tim De Lisle

The title of this week's SOTF isn't actually Dear Addy EP. The song "Dear Addy" seems to have received virtually all of the promotion and probably took on the name as a result. Christmas in B'Dilly Bay is the real title here. Nevertheless, I've decided to go with the latter. Not because I feel it necessary to slavishly stick to whatever Smash Hits uses but due to ...B'Dilly Bay being such a dashed concept that I created in my mind. I figured that this collection would amount to Christmas carols in the tropics: tales of locals catching fish and enjoying pineapples and guavas on a beach, wealthy holidaymakers and/or expats living large in a third world paradise, penniless children stringing beads they've found so they have a prezzie for Mama, people who look upon the rich man's whinge of "White Christmas" (particularly the obnoxious "there's never been such a day / In Beverley Hills, L.A." section) and shake their heads. Dear Addy is simply a more accurate reflection of the material herein.

Towards the end of 1981 an independent New York-based record label called ZE got their stable together to compile a seasonal collection. A Christmas Record could not have been more mundanely titled but the concept of having each act write their own festive number was unique and it stands out for that very reason. It wasn't a huge success but it did birth at least one festive classic and it's now regarded as the first alternative Christmas album.

One of ZE's flagship artists was August Darnell, late of disco sophisticates Dr. Buzzard's Original Savannah Band and more recently heading Kid Creole & The Coconuts, an act he appeared to be moving away from. Featured prominently on the cover in charicature form in a beige pin-stripe suit, the  customarily stylish "Christmas on Riverside Drive" is credited under his own name. A kind of "Fairytale of New York" for Manhattan's super rich and not toothless and destitute, it takes the Kid and his Coconutty pals out of their Caribbean comfort zone to a snow-covered Gotham of kids skating outdoors and couples dressed up for a night out. Jump ahead a year and he's (reluctantly) back using the Kid Creole moniker, riding a surprising wave of chart success throughout western Europe and trying his hand at having a Christmas hit on the UK singles chart.

Exactly how much effort he was putting into such a task is another matter. "Christmas on Riverside Drive" appears in edited form but it's been relegated to the the EP's flip side, isn't mentioned by Tim De Lisle in his review in ver Hits and feels a bit like it's here for padding and to give the package the Christmassy feel that it otherwise lacks. It sits alongside "No Fish Today" which is indeed a natural single, De Lisle argues, if of lesser quality than fellow Tropical Gangsters hits "I'm a Wonderful Thing, Baby", "Stool Pigeon" and "Annie, I'm Not Your Daddy". At a time when four singles off an album was still considered scraping the bottom of the barrel (mercifully, we're still a ways away from Michael and Janet Jackson's absurd every song's a single policy), inclusion on an EP was a nicely stealth means of keeping the product coming.

It's over on the A-side that we get the song that's meant to get people in the shops. "Dear Addy" first appeared on ver Coconuts' Fresh Fruit in Foreign Places LP but was since rerecorded with a spoken intro of a messenger delivering a telegram to one Addy Harne. Emotionally sung by Darnell, its mix of laid back reggae and traditional Japanese music make this an easy highlight. The cleverness and hipness of Kid Creole & The Coconuts is dispensed with in favour of a pleading style. This departure may have contributed to the single's relatively cool reception as the group's newfound popularity in Britain was bankrolled by Darnell's irony and dance-pop deconstructionism. As for Addy, it's worth noting that Kid Creole's wife at the time was Swiss transplant Coconut Adriana "Addy" Kaegi; given that the Addy in the song appears to be a platonic female friend who the singer confides in about other women, one hopes he didn't base too much of the song on his own life.

As EP's go, however, I would have to agree with De Lisle that this would have been "bonzer-value" (whatever that is). Three decent, unrelated songs tied together feels tossed off but is a tidy summation of August Darnell's talent and ease with varying vocal styles.  It would have been nice to get some original material and that may go some way to explaining why it was a relative failure. Hopes of a fourth top ten hit on the bounce never materialized as Dear Addy struggled to number twenty-nine. Meanwhile, another ZE Christmas Record number — sadly not reviewed in this issue — was coming up just short of the top forty but it would eventually take on a life of its own. "Christmas on Riverside Drive" may not have been covered by the likes of The Spice Girls, Kylie Minogue, The Donnas and Martha Wainwright but that was the fate of the fantastic "Christmas Wrapping" by Waitresses. Too bad Darnell didn't flesh out the Christmas in B'Dilly Bay concept, it might have made its way on to an episode of Glee too.

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Also Reviewed This Fortnight

Fun Boy Three: "The More I See (The Less I Believe)"

Alas, it didn't help much, just as De Lisle said it wouldn't but then neither did potential Now That's What I Call The Troubles numbers "Sunday Bloody Sunday" by John and Yoko, "Give Ireland Back to the Irish" by Wacky Macca and "Belfast Child" by Simple Minds. De Lisle describes it as "cliche-ridden" but I think that's precisely the point. Messers Golding, Hall and Staple bottle the powerlessness that we all tend to feel about longstanding conflict hot spots into a song about being so utterly fed up with an issue that isn't our "concern". Sure, The Police did it much better with "Invisible Sun" but the Three aren't here to lecture us. What they do manage to do is provide an intense tune and a typically angry vocal from Terry Hall. And, hey, if you still aren't convinced, at least check out the superbly amateurish video with cameos from June Miles-Kingston and David Byrne as a weatherman (not a member of the terrorist group, mind you, though that might have worked well here too).

Wednesday 12 December 2018

The Jam: "Beat Surrender"


"So, au revoir, confiture..."

— Deborah Steels

A remarkably prescient — not to mention amusing  farewell to The Jam from Deborah Steels there. Deliberately confusing their name with preserves may be a bit too obvious (did others do so at the time? I wonder if the Melody Maker considered using the headline The Jam Are Toast at this point...probably didn't) but to do so in French looks ahead to Paul Weller's future organization The Style Council. An E.P. called The Style Council à Paris, debut album called Café Bleu (featuring "The Paris Match"), a song called "Down in the Seine" on their follow-up Our Favourite Shop  and all from a band that drank cappuccinos and wore espadrilles, which I believe are some sort of European footwear. 

Even at a time when bands would still break up with some regularity (nowadays they go on "hiatus", a term I probably ought to loathe but for its sheer honesty: why bother with the farce of bringing a group to an end if they're only going to get back together again at some point?), Weller's decision to close up The Jam shop was stunning. The group was still in its imperial period, if only in the UK, and there didn't seem to be any indication that things were about to slow down either. But Weller had had enough and felt there nothing else they needed to accomplish. They were going out on top.

Except they were going out with something that is just sort of all right. While the call-to-arms choruses of "The Eton Rifles" and "Going Underground" still resonate, the attempt to emulate them on "Beat Surrender" falls flat. Weller's suggestion that we "succumb unto the beat surrender" (or "succumber to the beat surrender", it's impossible to tell) reads like he was struggling over quite what he had to say. (While I used to puzzle over 'succumber' being a possible portmanteau of succumb and cucumber, I'm now dismayed by the unnecessary redundancy — see what I did there? — of succumbing to a surrender) Of course it doesn't help that this is Paul Weller whose enunciation has never been muddier.

"Beat Surrender" is one of the hundred and forty-three songs that Andrew Collins has selected for his Circles of Life blog. Acknowledging that latter period Jam led into Paul Weller's next project the following year, he is emphatic that it's not a "Style Council number-in-waiting, a dry run, a handover of power" even if it's inevitable that we hear it that way now. Quite how well do the Greatest Hits of The Jam and Style Council segue into one another? Not as seamlessly as you might think. "Beat Surrender" closes out the first chapter still half-clinging a rebel-rousing spirit; "Speak Like a Child" kicks off the second with a looser, more joyous feel, that old curmudgeon Weller with a spring in his step. While ver Council would deliver far better piano-pounding pop works ("Shout to the Top", "Walls Come Tumbling Down") they had soul, jazz, hip-hop and folk to get out of their system first. (And even if "Beat Surrender" is a TSC song in waiting then why stop there? Shouldn't their entire output from "Absolute Beginners" on be one great, big Council-esque tease?)

Steels admits that she'd been expecting a "wrist-slashing epitaph" of a finale and is pleasantly surprised by how bouncy this is. This being Weller, however, you'd think she would know he wasn't going to touch the sentimentalist route. "And as it was in the beginning, so shall it be in the end / That bullshit is bullshit, it just goes by different names": yes, I'm sure he had in mind Jim Callaghan in '77, Mrs Thatcher in '82 and punk being the big thing then, new pop the big thing now: bullshit indeed. Still, I suspect he's taking a blowtorch to his own legacy here as well. You're favourite band just broke up? Big deal. Other groups will come along and it doesn't matter in the end. Feeling like all he's been all talk, no action ("All the things that I shout about (but never act upon) / All the courage and the dreams that I have (but seem to wait so long)"), Weller seems to be setting himself up for his headlong dive into the Red Wedge movement which dominated the next half-decade of his career.

There's a lot here to be said but the song itself is just okay. Weller has written far better songs throughout his lengthy career but this is the only one that could close out The Jam — and for that it probably deserves its SOTF. (Who says it has to go to the best tune?) Some singles are events and "Beat Surrender" works best as an event. "A Solid Bond in Your Heart" could have brought things to an end with a stronger song but one lacking a statement. Steels even brings up the value-for-money second disc featuring "passable covers of "Movin' on Up", "Stoned Out of My Mind" and "War"" (the latter of which, far from being passable, is plodding failure) as if to reaffirm its significance ("Not only a number one but a fab way of bowing out" she closes). Playing up to their last waltz, it entered the charts at number one, it was played live on The Tube and Top of the Pops and the band embarked on a farewell tour. La confiure est fini.

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Also Reviewed This Fortnight

Trevor Herion: "Kiss of No Return"

There's no way this should work. The accordion is so quintessentially European that it could easily be mistaken for a parody, there's little beyond a bass and a trim synth in the way of backing and then there's the lothario baritone on top. Scott Walker managed to pull it off and so too does Trevor Herion. A doomed hero turns idealistic notions of love and the lush life into anti-romantic wistfulness which is magnificent. Steels is smitten and who can blame her? As an added bonus, this beautiful pop song is set in Paris, a city that would soon be familiar to a member of la confiture. A sure-fire SOTF at any other time when the biggest band in Britain wasn't blowing itself up.

Wednesday 5 December 2018

Bobby O: "I'm So Hot for You"


"The deejay in the Carnaby Street shop over the road keeps playing it and so do I."

— Neil Tennant

In their follow-up to the landmark single "Blue Monday", New Order flew to New York to record "Confusion" with famed producers Arthur Baker and John Robie. They had no sooner completed the session and Baker was off, a presumably still warm reel-to-reel of his latest recording under his arm. He hopped in a cab which made its way through Manhattan just as a young woman (who we'll call Wendy) got off her job slinging pizza and rushed home to change for a night out (without even acknowledging her very sullen looking parents and younger sister, sitting round a chess set at the dining room table). The members of New Order, meanwhile, have been busy packing up their instruments and joking around with their manager but they would soon be on their way too. They're headed to The Fun House, as are Baker and Wendy. The producer arrives and hands over his latest recording to DJ John "Jellybean" Benitez. Wendy hits the dancefloor and is immediately the star of the show as she gets her groove on with some shirtless mustachioed guys. The band pose for some photos and then look on as Wendy and everyone else at the club gets down to their newest single.

The above is a description of the video for "Confusion", a perhaps mythologized account of the song's transition from recording to dance sensation. Quite how it was actually cut and distributed to the clubs is beside the point but two things are significant. First, Baker's priority was getting his latest work to The Fun House, having it pressed and in the shops could wait. Second, the band, in taking in the dancefloor rave up from the DJ booth, becomes the song's audience and Wendy becomes the performer. In short, the charts don't matter so much and who cares about the artist so long as the kids are dancing.

"I'm So Hot for You" comes from this world of the New York dance clubs. This week's entry is a bit of a continuation of what I wrote back in October, which just so happened to be the last NY dance record to cop a SOTF, as well as Neil Tennant's most recent previous turn in the reviewer's chair. Having made the point that American dance pop had been marginalized at home while embraced by the British (and, indeed, the rest of Europe), I have to wonder if that's simply how they wanted it to be. Producers and DJs led a cozy existence, with some even doubling in both roles. Bobby "O" Orlando was more into playing music and studio wizardry than spinning but he nevertheless understood what would go down in the clubs even if he had no idea and/or no interest in what might work for radio. Disco having long been considered passe, mainstream American radio had little time for this type of thing but it had a sufficient enough following in New York to keep the clubs packed.

Still, it didn't exactly catch on in Britain either, in spite of the best efforts of Tennant and the deejay over the road. Seeing as how there are so many flop records that were anointed SOTF, I've wondered just what was missing that failed to get them on the charts (aside from, of course, the reviewer having absolutely lousy taste). While some lack that commercial spark, a modern sound and/or big time record company money, "I'm So Hot for You" suffers from the kind of anonymity that comes with being the product of the New York dance scene. The vocalist — who may or may not be Bobby O himself — is workmanlike but that probably helps not to distract from the production and the superb percussion. Nicking, as Tennant notes, the distinctive synth from The Human League's "Don't You Want Me" gives it a familiarity which may have worked in the clubs ("I think I've heard this one before") but could seem like shoddy pilfering when sitting down to give it a listen.

Bobby O's finely-tuned Hi-NRG sound was becoming a major influence on Tennant, who continued to press on with his musical ambitions when not penning record reviews and taking the mickey out of hard rock bands at his day job at ver Hits. All he had to do now was get himself over to New York and try to track him down. Good thing he had his position at a top pop mag in order to do so.

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Also Reviewed This Fortnight

The Human League: "Mirror Man"

While Bobby O was busy pinching synth bits from Sheffield's finest, ver League were, in turn, mining Motown for the follow-up to their world-wide smash "Don't You Want Me", a sign that they were trying to move on just as others were embracing them. Consequently it lacks the sonic futurism of their terrific crop of '81 singles and is the first indication that they would never reach those heights again. Leader Phil Oakey would eventually admit that it was inspired by Adam Ant but you have to wonder if he had his own success in mind when he penned these lyrics about losing touch with fans. (He evidently took heed as he remains by all accounts an absolutely smashing bloke) "Relax, everyone," Tennant writes. "The new League single's alright." Good man, Neil: reassure ver kids that Phil, Joanne, Susann and the other three are still doing decent work while keeping expectations in check. Not half-bad but no "Love Action" either.

Wednesday 28 November 2018

Lisa Stansfield: "The Only Way"


"Nominating this as star single isn't going to win me any credibility points. It's the kind of obvious, blatantly commercial number that everyone sneers at until it makes the top five and then some vaguely apologetic voice pops up with: "actually I quite like this"."
— David Hepworth

Much like two weeks ago when I wrote about The The, this week's entry is drenched in memories that would come much later. While I knew that Matt Johnson's outfit had a past of some sort, I had no idea Lisa Stansfield was releasing music this early on — she was only sixteen back in 1982 — and I had probably assumed that she emerged fully formed with her breakthrough hit "People Hold On" in '89. The single was made in cahoots with Coldcut, who had previously had a hit with Yazz, another newcomer, with "Doctorin' the House" a year earlier. These house music boffins were ace at digging up unknowns and making them into stars. Well, sort of. 

Turns out, Stansfield had been toiling away at that whole stardom thing for the entire length of the eighties. Emerging victorious on the UK talent show Search for a Star, she got signed up by a major record label and made further TV appearances. She was well-known enough to have merited an ITV documentary but her notoriety didn't translate into chart success. She would eventually form the group Blue Zone with a pair of mates which would eventually morph into her second and much more successful crack at a solo career. (It's unthinkable in this day and age to have an X Factor winner take the better part of ten years to establish themselves. On the other hand, given short chart career lifespans of such contestants, she may have been better off in the long term that it took her so long to have a hit)

So, "The Only Way" is a part of Lisa Stansfield's back story. On the sleeve, she looks very young, her hair nicely permed and sporting (in David Hepworth's words) a "rather fetching string vest"; a far cry, then, from the mature, short cropped (with a curl prominently featured on her forehead) and tailored (though no less fetching) power suits look she would have at the end of the decade. (Being just sixteen, it seems appropriate that her image has more than a little of the yearbook to it) Her voice, too, is different. Though still powerful — Hepworth credits producer David Pickerill with "boosting her little girl voice until it's just this side of glass-shattering" but that's as much a tribute to Stansfield's performance — her singing lacks that distinctive elasticity that would eventually convince a lot of people that she was a major talent. Still, there's enough here to see that she had loads of potential.

What brings things down a bit is the song itself. Living and dying by its catchy chorus and hooks a plenty, the lyrics are awfully hollow, depicting Lisa getting up early and being in a rush and going off to do whatever it is she has lined up for the day before heading back home to the dinginess of home that evening. The day itself isn't even worth mentioning. Now, perhaps this is a commentary on how the pursuit of pop music glory renders everything into a blur with scarcely any time for living one's life. The only way to get ahead is to be constantly on the move (or something). All well and good but how about some resolution to the story or more detail beyond generalities like "touch of the Monday morning blues" or some sort of acknowledgement as to why I'm supposed to care. Throw me a bone, people.

Perhaps a similar attitude sunk its chart fortunes in spite of Hepworth considering it a "contender". No Top 5 position, no lost credibility points, no apologetic chiming in its defense. So, let me be the first to belatedly say (above quibbles aside), "actually, I quite like this": actually, I quite like this.

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Also Reviewed This Fortnight

Marvin Gaye: "Sexual Healing"

While other sixties holdovers were beginning to be critically dumped on (see Bob Dylan, Paul McCartney, The Rolling Stones) around this time, Marvellous Marvin was enjoying a revival of sorts. "Sexual Healing" has always struck me as undeserving of its classic status even if it's probably the best he was capable of at this late stage of his life. Having alienated many more people than just his long-suffering ex-wife with his controversial masterpiece Here, My Dear four years earlier, it's easy to see why so many people were happy to have the louche and gentle Marvin of old back. Unfortunately, this is a prime example of Ian MacDonald's assertion that Gay "longed to be a messenger but hadn't much to say". (I was going to say that it's lyrically trite but how often do you come across songs that rhyme 'oven' with 'lovin'?) It's worth noting that something in his dark heart is there longing to be expressed: could sexual healing be the only thing to give him respite given the creative, financial and personal troubles that plagued him? Too bad the porn-without-the-explicit-bits video that accompanies it kind of undercuts the trace amounts of expressiveness old Marv was able to inject.

Wednesday 21 November 2018

Kim Wilde: "Child Come Away"


"Add Kim's strong vocal performance plus a piccolo-headed arrangement that nudges into the realms of folk-rock and you have a Rak track that will ensure standing room only throughout Kim's current tour. Outstanding."
— Fred Dellar

A little girl is growing up in a small town. Everything about her life is normal: she goes to school, plays with her friends, argues with her brothers and sisters and refuses to eat anything with onions in it. She spends her pocket money on sweets and is disappointed that her parents still won't relent and get her a puppy. Then she learns about the abduction of a girl close to her age and her world is turned upside down.

"Child Come Away" is a song about two girls: the one who gets snatched and left for dead and the one who is privy to the unraveling of everything around her. Innocence ends up being yanked away from both. Obviously the former is put through so much more but the lingering affects are left as a burden on the former: not knowing quite what happened (much less how or why), learning little snippets of detail but being denied the full story by parents and a town that doesn't want to discuss it, living in fear that she could be next. Fred Dellar mentions a "town filled with terror" but I suspect there's more to it than that. The community is in denial, perhaps even complicit, as to what's been going on.

That the Wilde family was able to come up with this gripping four-minute thriller is absolutely remarkable. Having already trotted out a pair of sorrowful yet superb singles with "Cambodia" and "View from a Bridge", they were well positioned to deliver yet another tragic piece and "Child Come Away" is their zenith. Kim seems to have toned down the vocal frostiness that worked such a treat on her early records, leaving room for a sweetness that captures the childlike wonder and confusion going on. I don't know if I agree with Dellar that the "piccolo-headed arrangement" moves the song into the realms of folk-rock but it is effective. I have to wonder if it's intended as a Pied Piper-esque tool to symbolise a child being lured away, while other children are being shuffled off to the side and told to go and play and stop asking so many bloody questions.

It's as a piece of writing, however, that "Child Come Away" truly shines. The lack of clarity in the story may seem strange at first but that's precisely the point. What exactly happened to this girl in the sand? What kind of appalling state was she left in that everyone in town — including the judge at the trial — turns away from her now? Has she been cast aside by the community as much as her captor/torturer ("I saw her face in the back of the car / As they were speeding out of this town")? We aren't to know, just as the other young girl in this song isn't to know. And we can look at this situation and gasp the heartlessness of the townsfolk but that's how close-knit communities often deal with these situations. How was this not used in the TV series Broadchurch?

So, all that said, how did it fail to catch on, falling short of the Top 40? Being her third single on the trot dealing with dark subject matter may have turned people off, especially deejays who were content around this time to spin sunny reggae-pop by the likes of Musical Youth, Culture Club and Eddy Grant instead. (Hopefully it did indeed manage to grip audiences during Wilde's tour; I like to think that she still occasionally floors her fans with it at shows to this day) In retrospect, it's a shame it wasn't released as a double A-side with its jauntier — though still appropriately angsty — flip "Just Another Guy": come for the whiplash pop-rock, stay for the searing devastation.

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Also Reviewed This Fortnight

ABBA: "The Day Before You Came"

And while we're on the topic of great melancholic pop that punters and radio conspired to spurn, all hail ABBA's swansong "The Day Before You Came". Variously interpreted as recalling the last days of mundane loneliness before finding love, some sort of murder/suicide plot or the tale of a stalker, the very ambiguity of just what motivates this song's protagonist is precisely what makes it so intriguing. (I tend to lean towards the stalker theory although I'm beginning to warm to the concept that the whole thing is a delusion with 'You' never coming) Dellar mentions the amusing line about watching every episode of Dallas but I also like the fact that this lonely, aimless soul reads both the morning and evening papers, a throwback to the omnipresence of print media. Just imagine how much more miserable she would be if she spent her commutes playing nothing but Candy Crush on her mobile?

Wednesday 14 November 2018

The The: "Uncertain Smile"


"Never mind record of the week, this is the week of the The The record."

— Johnny Black

There are many acts I've been dealing with in this space who were unknown to my five-year-old self back in 1982 that I would later became familiar with. The following three fortnight's worth of entries are all of individuals who I came to know during my crucial '88-'89 year in England. (I had been considering doing a trilogy of pieces about what preteen Paul would have thought of these records in the context of their later stuff but I abandoned it when I realised how little he had to say...also I hate trilogies; nevertheless, I hope that at least some of that concept survives below) 

The The were an act that I had occasional encounters with over more than a decade but who I could never conjure up much enthusiasm for, which also goes for their name. Johnny Black mentions their "damn silly moniker" which is about how I've always felt, even if I can appreciate how the double 'the' could potentially throw people. While groups like Eagles, Pet Shop Boys and Talking Heads have bristled at being labelled 'The Eagles', 'The Pet Shop Boys' and 'The Talking Heads', it's always faintly annoyed me when people leave off the definite article from groups that tend to use them. Colin Larkin's absolutely indispensable Virgin Encyclopedia of... series lists groups as 'Beatles' and 'Clash' and  this one's especially jarring  'Who'. I've never bothered checking but I suspect he chose not to label the present act as simply 'The'. But, yeah, it's a stupid name.

To come upon The The at this early stage has brought back memories of the bits and pieces they later released. "The Beat(en) Generation" with its irritating in-word parentheses was a Top 20 single in the UK in 1989 and was something that I recall deejays and journalists really getting behind, as if they felt it important or something. I wasn't terribly impressed. At the time, I was bothered by its faint whiff of country and western music which I had absolutely no time for. I still don't think much of it now though more due to Matt Johnson's hectoring lyrics which seemed to talk at young people living through the doldrums of Mrs Thatcher's reign rather than to them. "Kingdom of Rain" was a follow up (also taken from their Mind Bomb album) with a video that featured seahorses possibly copulating and a sullen young woman who most certainly was not guest vocalist Sinéad O'Connor. What it lacked was anything approaching a memorable tune. I would later come across singles from the Dusk and Hanky Panky albums which were equally forgettable. Finally, I acquired a promo copy of 2000's NakedSelf when I was supposed to interview Johnson for my university paper; it actually wasn't too bad but I was too interested in Gomez and Grandaddy to care too much (particularly after the interview fell through due to a scheduling conflict; incidentally the only question I can recall preparing to ask him was if The The could be anything more than just a solo project, so it's probably for the best that we never spoke).

All that said, what am I to make of "Uncertain Smile"? Well, I will acknowledge that it would be my choice for SOTF as well. Although certainly a marked improvement on last fortnight's glum crop of singles, the likes of Ultravox's "Reap the Wild Wind" and The Pretenders' "Back on the Chain Gang" are pleasantly unremarkable efforts but nowhere close to this good. A lovely, floating melody with some fine flute and sax solos courtesy of one Crispin Cioe provide a nice undercoating for an intriguing lyric which manages to read rather well as poetry. Johnson's vocal is vaguely whiny which seems to suit such a restless and insecure song. A very pleasant surprise.

My only reservation is that I keep finding myself connecting "Uncertain Smile" to Johnson's later work which I've never thought much of. Johnny Black concludes his review admitting that much of their early stuff was "a bit aimless, but this is right on the button". I agree but from the perspective of what came much later. Perhaps it's time I filled in the gaps, not just to see if Matt Johnson was up to churning out more equally formidable gems but also if I can catch where it all began to go south. Till we meet again, The.

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Also Reviewed This Fortnight

Tears for Fears: "Mad World"

An earnest pair with a truckload of earnest songs and an earnest name, it's no bloody wonder earnest Americans eventually took to Tears for Fears. Earnestness was always their worst trait, especially whenever Curt Smith took on lead vocals as he does here. A pretty great composition that so succinctly captures depression, it is let down a bit by Smith's bland delivery. It's hard to say if Roland Orzbal's mouthpiece for humanity vocals would've been any better suited to such an individualist track so maybe he was right to give it to his more nuanced partner. Perhaps there just isn't a perfect vocalist for such personal work. Best just to sing it to yourself with as much or as little earnestness as you see fit.

Wednesday 7 November 2018

Musical Youth: "Pass the Dutchie"


"This cover of an excellent Mighty Diamonds song — originally it was "kouchie" they were passing — boasts some fine youthful "biddley-biddley-bong" toasting and a rock solid rhythm."
— Dave Rimmer

Beverley Hills Cop. Bull Durham. The Flight of the Navigator. The Goonies. Gremlins. The Neverending Story. Planes, Trains & Automobiles. Risky Business. Robocop. Say Anything. Terminator. True Blood. Withnail & I. Popular eighties films all, none of which I have ever seen. Feel free to take this time to lift your jaw off the floor, if that's how you feel you must overreact to such news. Movies unseen have a strange power to astonish people in a way other forms of entertainment do not. If I say, for example, that I've never read Charles Dickens' Bleak House, which I haven't, I'm likely to be answered with either a "oh really?" or a "oh you should, it's great". If I've never seen Swan Lake, which, again, I haven't, then I'm probably most likely to get a response of "neither have I". But movies seem to be a medium in which many people assume we have as a common reference point. Of course, it's all bunk. Some cultural touchstones make an imprint and other just pass us by as if they never happened.

I'd never heard "Pass the Dutchie" until a few months ago (not so surprised by this discovery, are you?), around the time I began compiling a list of Smash Hits Singles of the Fortnight. While I decided to embargo most SOTF's that remain unfamiliar to me until I have to deal with them, this one piqued my curiosity due its status as a number one hit (the first one we're encountering on here though the next one isn't far off). If not exactly a near universally loved chart topper handed down from one generation to the next like "Bohemian Rhapsody", "Wuthering Heights" and "Ghost Town", it may be more in the vein of "Maggie Mae" or "Hit Me with Your Rhythm Stick" or "The Only Way Is Up", a huge success that those present at the time took great pleasure in and remember fondly to this day (it was recently the subject of a How We Made feature in The Guardian), if not so much those of us who missed out. It may even have more than a little of the zeitgeist to it.

Being very much of its time, it's tempting to dismiss "Pass the Dutchie" as dated. It's a term I try to avoid using  even though that hasn't stopped me in the past  because it's unhelpful and smacks of being a cop-out argument. In any event, I wasn't there at the time (well, I was five-years-old in '82 but given that my favourite album at the time was Sesame Street Disco it wasn't as if my tastes were refined enough even for Musical Youth) and didn't even have knowledge of this song a half-dozen or so years later when I was approaching the age of Dennis, Kelvin, Michael, Patrick and Junior and might have understood it so how can I say one way or the other if it hasn't aged well.

Listening to it now, however, I can happily say that there's plenty going on to enjoy. Tom Ewing's analysis makes the case that if it is gimmickry then at least it's "gimmickry with ambition, the very best kind." (Perhaps this also explains why we're both so fond of "Mouldy Old Dough" by Lieutenant Pigeon since it's a prime example of a creative novelty hit) Kelvin Grant's very youthful toasting contrasts well Dennis Seaton's smooth  though not slick  vocals. Some Caribbean clichés have been added (a reference to Jah here, some delicate steel drums there) but it refuses to be married to a reggae purity  there's far too much pop ebullience in the way for any of that nonsense.

Pop to be sure but not manufactured pop. Having cut my teeth as a music fan on the formulaic — though, admittedly, occasionally brilliant — late-eighties pop of Stock Aitken Waterman and the family friendly, boy/girl next door images they cultivated in their charges, it's wonderfully refreshing to come across a band of youngsters who'd clearly cooked up something from their own collective imagination (though ironically co-produced by one Pete Waterman). It's a cover sure (in fact its a mash-up of "Pass the Kouchie" with U Roy's "Rule the Nation" and U Brown's "Gimme the Music) but one that they brought enough of themselves into while not sacrificing any musical authenticity. Expunging the original's drug references probably ought to have rendered this a ham-fisted and watered-down recording, consigned to going no further than a very rough home demo on a dodgy tape recorder. The very fact that they pulled it off to the tune of an addictive hit record is nothing short of remarkable.

It probably wasn't inevitable that Jamaican music's seventies golden age and UK ska's two year window of chart dominance would usher in a reggae pop boom but that is indeed what happened in the waning months of 1982. New Pop had gone on sabbatical and five London lads stepped up to fill the void. Musical Youth were never spoken of alongside the progressive leftist pantheon of the Rock Against Racism or Two Tone but what they had to offer may have been just as radical and self-sufficient. British kids of all races could only look on and wonder if they too could be part of the generation to rule the nation.

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Also Reviewed This Fortnight

The Jam: "The Bitterest Pill (I Ever Had to Swallow)"

Blimey, what pitiful pack of singles poor old Dave Rimmer had to sift through. Far too many covers and more than a smattering of established acts who were floundering creatively. I  didn't have much desire to write about yet another Jam single but the glut of inspiring records has left me with little choice. Coming in the group's imperial phase, "The Bitterest Pill" made the runner-up spot in the charts — held off by the young bucks above — and is a decent first attempt at grand gesture lush pop, something Paul Weller would improve upon in the next three years. Irritatingly overloaded with garbled, indecipherable  lyrics, it doesn't quite work although I've long had a distant fondness for it as something you'd never expect The Jam to record. It's almost as if Weller needed something new to come along.

Wednesday 31 October 2018

ABC: "All of My Heart"


"A stately arrangement full of elegant flourishes and studded with truly memorable detail encases Fry's courtly vocal and simply compels you to play it again and again. This record is going to number one. Not least because I have money on it."

— David Hepworth

What The Human League were to 1981, ABC were to '82: suddenly widely successful, flourishing creatively with a terrific album stuffed with potential hit singles, making inroads around the world and tipped to be the future of British pop. Beyond asking them, there's no way of knowing if they modelled their pathway to success after ver League but there certainly are striking similarities. Both got things started with nice, low-key singles that proved to be a breakthrough while still missing out on the Top 10 — "The Sound of the Crowd" and "Tears Are Not Enough" respectively — which they then followed up with improved chart fortunes that really got the momentum going — "Love Action (I Believe in Love)" and "Open Your Heart" from ver League, "Poison Arrow" and "The Look of Love" from ver "C" — before finally releasing albums that sold like mad and were salivated over by the critics — Dare and The Lexicon of Love. All that was left was a killer single to take them over the top: "Don't You Want Me" performed the trick less than a year earlier and now it was "All of My Heart"'s turn.

But did it stand much of a chance? A clear standout on an outstanding album, it nevertheless lacks the immediacy of its chart predecessors - not to mention non-single album tracks "Show Me" and "Many Happy Returns". Being as grand a record as they'd ever cut, however, it couldn't not be a single. Fans who'd only previously been exposed to their hits may have looked on in wonder at this great leap forward while other may well have been turned off by the pretentiousness of the single's cover, its B-side being a classical overture of their work, the adult nature of the video and the image of them on the cover of this fortnight's Smash Hits. It's possible, in other words, that they were attracting new listeners just as others were starting to go off them.

Musically it's as magnificent as David Hepworth says and proof that Trevor Horn's work behind the production desk involved far more than plugging in the fairlight synthesizers. Roping in Anne Dudley to orchestrate its gorgeous score was a final touch. Lyrically, however, things are a different matter. Far from the kind of Costello/Weller-type wordsmith, Martin Fry tended to keep things simple, though sometimes in a complicated way. Opening with "Once upon a time when we were friends / I gave you my heart, the story ends / No happy ever after, now we're friends" made me wonder at first if he really thought things through. Then, after several listens, I began to think that he was righter even than he lets on. Settling for friendship when one party clearly wants more never works out, despite what an endless parade of rom coms will have us believe. "All of My Heart" is about laying it out on the line for that special someone, being rejected and then trying again. There's a desperation at play that results in an over-abundance of clichés ("wish upon a star", "...at the end of the rainbow") while being resigned to a situation that will never work out ("Skip the hearts and flowers, skip the ivory towers"). Fry's vocalising deftly balances the melodrama and the nihilism in a way few of his contemporaries could ever think to pull off.

In the end, "All of My Heart" was a Top 5 hit but it came short of the top of the charts, with Hepworth having lost a few quid along the way. Getting there instead was fellow reviewee "Do You Really Want to Hurt Me" ("A hit, quite possibly," concludes His Nibs) by Culture Club, another group who were looking to become widely successful, flourish creatively, make inroads abroad and become yet another future of British pop. 1982 had to give way to '83.

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Also Reviewed This Fortnight

Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five: "The Message"

"Rap has a message," I'd often hear schoolmates say with a condescension that never failed to get under my skin — and I'm sure that's precisely what they were going for. Quite what that message supposedly is no one ever bothered to elaborate on. Maybe Grandmaster Flash can provide The Answer. It seems life is pretty damn hard, loaded with injustice, petty crime and poverty. Good, well done. I always felt that blues, folk, punk, reggae and soul artists had all been avoiding these hard hitting issues, so it's a credit to rappers that they were finally being tackled. I'm always suspicious of pop songs that are praised mostly for their importance and influence but there's not much to say about its quality. Though by all means opt for "The Message" if you believe that rap has a message; I like my hip hop futuristic and mind-expanding so I'll have me some "Planet Rock" by Afrika Bambaataa instead.

Wednesday 24 October 2018

Rockers Revenge featuring Donnie Calvin: "Walking on Sunshine"


"It stands out from the crowd because of the depth and rhythmic density of the arrangement which teases the melody with endless invention. And, leaving all that aside, it's a new dance classic."
— Neil Tennant

Looking over the charts in the eighties, it's interesting to note how often American dance music was able to penetrate the UK Top 40 yet failed to garner much interest at home. Some, like The S.O.S. Band and Cameo, enjoyed early success in the States before achieving fame across the pond, while others like techno pioneers Inner City were never able to gain much of a footing at all. Of course they all found fame on the R&B and/or Dance Music charts which only goes to show how ghettoised black pop music was at the time. The British, unencumbered by (musical) prejudices, just lumped it all together and let punters go out and vote with the few bob in their pockets.

Written and recorded by Eddy Grant, the original "Walking on Sunshine" probably didn't have much potential for club play. It is a dance number but better suited for a Mardi Gras parade in the middle of Port of Spain than Studio 54. Reggae adjacent, it brims were sunny vibes  even if it's let down by a horribly weedy synth driving the arrangement  and a lighthearted vocal from Grant, who may not give the sort of powerful throaty performance with which he's capable but one that suits the record nonetheless.

The Arthur Baker-led Rockers Revenge got hold of "Walking on Sunshine" and added some much needed big city sizzle. Yes, the clubs got a hold of it and took it to the top of the Club Play Charts but it's just as easy picturing this blasting out of a boombox on a street corner in the middle of Harlem  assuming, of course, that radio was having anything to do with it. Perhaps no one quite knew how to classify it. I for one love how this seems to be a throwback to a wonderfully catholic New York scene. Rap was beginning to emerge, the DJ's from the disco boom were looking at ways to move on, home computers were making programming and sampling as easy as playing an instrument and there was room for funk, synth-pop, soul and reggae mixed together in such a landscape.

By now a committed fan of dance music, it's easy to hear this track having a profound affect on Neil Tennant the budding pop star. (Honestly, I had no idea that an offshoot of this blog would be to act as a deep dive into the psyche of the future Pet Shop Boys vocalist as he goes from Smash Hits scribe to stardom but I might as well go with it at this point) Just as important, New York's musical culture was rubbing off on him as well. All he needed was to find an NYC studio boffin of his own.

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Also Reviewed This Fortnight

The Raincoats: "Running Away"

While we're on the topic of cover versions that top the originals, here's indie faves - because of course they're indie: how could you call yourself 'The Raincoats' and not be indie? - The Raincoats running with their take Sly & The Family Stone's "Running Away", from their massive There's a Riot Goin' On album. Once again, it's updated with a fresh coat of paint and all the better for it. Charming and stately in the crack hands of Sly and co., it becomes irrepressible and snotty when done by the London foursome. The childish naughtiness of running away from home in the original stands in marked contrast to the comical teenage apathy of taking off and not giving a shit. Quite which one you prefer depends on your tastes  though I can't conceive of anyone opting for the lousy Paul Haig version  but the fantastic trumpet of Harry Becker puts this one over the top for me.

Wednesday 17 October 2018

Elvis Costello & The Attractions: "Man Out of Time"


"Excellent, but so is everything Elvis does. What he needs is another "Oliver's Army" — a big hit that will become a standard — and this is not it."
— Tim De Lisle

Did The Beatles give everyone the wrong idea about creativity and success going hand in hand? The fact that they were able to parlay their wildly popular early hits into works of increasingly greater experimentation, introspection and sophistication all the while maintaining their commercial dominance is probably more astounding today since no one else has been able to replicate it. Even among the Fab Four's contemporaries there was little correlation between artistic achievement and the charts. The Beach Boys were starting to falter commercially just as Brian Wilson was delivering his masterpiece Pet Sounds, The Byrds found themselves releasing one better album after another with ever decreasing sales and The Kinks best album suffered the indignity of missing the charts completely. (Of course I'm cherry picking examples that suit me here but it only goes to show that there was never a rule to go by; not that anyone ever suggested there was a rule...is it possible to strawman yourself?)

The Beatles example may have been what virtually everyone aspired towards — even if they had denied at the time — but few could have expected even a fraction of the same for themselves. Elvis Costello, a passionate devotee of every genre of music from rag time to ye ye and something of a pop music scholar, would've known that better than most.

Tim De Lisle is concerned with Costello's lack of Top 40 action, urging readers to "Buy This Now!" all the while acknowledging that his self-composed singles hadn't gotten nearly enough punters to shell out the requist bob since "Oliver's Army". (I wonder if it rankled the man a touch that following his almost number one hit he only had two more placements on the Top 10, both of which were covers; on the other hand, maybe the old scamp musicologist took extra pride in getting his renditions of "I Can't Stand Up for Falling Down" and "Good Years for the Roses" into the upper echelons of the charts) Last week, I wrote about Marshall Crenshaw's "Cynical Girl" and how critics must have scratched their heads in wonder at the clever singer-songwriters they'd slather with praise that would never catch on beyond a loyal cult following. That's Elvis Costello, ramped up to someone people generally knew about and whose albums still sold pretty well but just didn't get the mass acceptance the press felt they deserved.

The centrepiece of Costello's one true flawless album, Imperial Bedroom, "Man Out of Time" is its lengthiest track but a swift five and a half minutes nonetheless. Opening with some a chaotic (possibly drunken) rock-out from the L.P.'s early sessions, it glides smoothly into the song's piano/organ-led dream-like melody. (So effortless is the abrupt transition that you'd think it all been recorded en masse) Tinkling away as if randomly at the keys, Steve Nieve's playing acts as a response to Costello's lyrics with some gentle mocking, adding some levity to what could very easily be an over-melodramatic tale.The nobleman/prominent politician depicted in the song is about to be found out, his entire life is about to crash down upon him — maybe he's going to get caught up in a sensational tabloid scandal or maybe a murder-suicide or maybe he's just a great big paranoid git who's built up guilt in his head and imagines that everything is about blow up: who the hell knows? Whether real or delusional, the pleas of "Will you still love / A man out of time?" are among the most poingiant Costello ever crafted, indicating that his own experiences or thoughts are hidden in the at least a part of this, his greatest song.

Applied to Costello as well is another meaning in the title. Clearly by 1982 he wasn't especially interested in contemporary pop — or even if he was, he certainly wasn't about to start making some of his own, or so everyone must have thought — and he was situating himself deliberately in another era. (At least as far back as the sixites but even to the days of Gershwin and Porter, two of his prime musical heroes) Drafting in Beatles engineer Geoff Emerick is evidence enough of that. Hence the lack of chart success that everyone felt he merited. But he'd soon be giving it all a rethink.

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Also Reviewed This Fortnight

Kate Bush: "The Dreaming"

There are people out there who think that the valley of her career  between the peaks of her astonishing debut single "Wuthering Heights" and her just-as-astonishing album Hounds of Love seven years later — is the real Kate Bush. I don't know any myself, I haven't bothered researching them but I know they're out there because of course they are. And they aren't necessarily wrong. Erratic, sure, but Kate's the type who needs to be all over the place. "The Dreaming" tackles issues with Australian aborigines but all in her own uniquely Bushian style. Barmy stuff but if Kate Bush isn't going to do this type of thing, who would?

Wednesday 10 October 2018

Weekend: "Past Meets Present"

22 July 1982

"The title is appropriate, as Weekend's music has one foot in today, and the other in Radio 2 about 20 years ago when it was called the Light Programme."
— Dave Rimmer

In a recent episode of the brilliant Chart Music podcast, host Al Needham and guests Taylor Parkes and Simon Price discuss a Top of the Pops episode from 1983 in which Siouxie & The Banshees The Creatures perform their cover of the Herbie Mann standard "Right Now". Though a half-baked attempt, it is still them dabbling in jazz, something that a number of groups in the UK began doing, one of Needham, Parkes or Price point out, as they moved beyond soul. "Oh, like Weekend," I immediately thought to myself. (I have to say I took a small amount of satisfaction in these former Melody Maker scribes failing to mention the group that immediately sprang to my mind. Then again, I've only been aware of them myself for just a couple months so I needn't be too pleased with my powers of observation)


Alison Statton is not an especially big name in pop and those that are aware of her are more familiar with her first group of note Young Marble Giants, a trio from Wales who were a major influence on Kurt Cobain and R.E.M.'s Peter Buck (among others, I think) and one of the first acts to be associated with the term 'fey'. Of course being influential is interesting 
 up to a point at any rate  and worthwhile  so long as said acts themselves are any good  but it matters little if their stuff doesn't do much for you. That said, their one and only album, 1980's Colossal Youth, is pretty good listen, albeit one that you're better off only listening to just the once.

Better and arguably just as influential is Statton's next project, the jazzy new wave Weekend. As fey as ever, if not more so, their album La veriete and its concurrent singles, "A View from Her Room" and "Past Meets Present", are lush where Colossal Youth is sparse, matching better with Statton's deadened angelic vocals — a trait that would go on to influence an entire generation of indie popstresses. While Blue Rondo a la Turk were happy to get fans dancing to their brand of party hopping jazz, Weekend tasked themselves with some moody and reflective jazz pop that can be a tougher nut to crack but far more rewarding in the long term.

Jazz is only a part of what's on offer here: it also has a vaguely early-sixties French sound with touches of Baroque (although I must confess that I don't hear the "imaginary Beatles riff" that Dave Rimmer credits to Weekend guitarist Spike; I guess either he just imagined it or I'm not imagining enough). If "Past Meets Present" has a failing it's just that I don't dig it quite as much as cop pick "The View from Her Room" from a previous post. The sax solo near the end is nice but it doesn't quite leave quite as much of a mark the way the Lester Bowie-esque trumpet playing on "View" does. Statton's vocal, as Rimmer notes, is buried among the rest of the music which sounds pleasant but the lyrics are mostly lost on me; its predecessor has a story to tell about, er, views from some girl's room (or something) which makes it the choice of at least one Smash Hits-themed blogger out there.

"Past Meets Present" went nowhere just as Rimmer predicted but just a few months later Siouxie & The Banshees The Creatures were dabbling in jazz and a new outfit fronted by Jam mouthpiece Paul Weller was touching up his new sound with some Blue Note and the likes of Everything but the Girl and Sade were right around the corner. Give Weekend a bit of credit — or blame them if you are so inclined.

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Also Reviewed This Fortnight

Marshall Crenshaw: "Cynical Girl"

Every pop music scene produces an American singer-songwriter who is widely championed by the music press but ignored by virtually everyone else. The hippies had John Fahey, the more individualist seventies had Randy Newman and the new wave early-eighties had Marshall Crenshaw. (The Generation X equivalent would probably be Elliott Smith although I feel Paul Westerberg fits in with this lot too) Irony seldom works in the hands of Americans so it feels like our Marshall really means it on this one — either that or he really means not meaning it. Good if inessential listening. "I wanna listen to an inessential song / One about love that ain't too long": oh, stop it.

Eternal: "Just a Step from Heaven"

13 April 1994 "We've probably lost them to America but Eternal are a jewel well worth keeping." — Mark Frith A look at the Bil...