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.

Eternal: "Just a Step from Heaven"

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