Sunday 26 May 2024

Shalamar: "Dead Giveaway"


"Keep breathing British air, Jeffrey, the inspiration's mutual."
— Gary Kemp

Recalling those final, painful days at the Melody Maker in a recent Chart Music podcast, guest Sarah Bee mentions overseeing the legendary paper's singles review page with a variety of acts brought in give their thoughts on the latest batch of pop records. "It was always really interesting to hear musicians talk about other musicians and their work", she says, maybe a little generously. "There was such a spectrum of how they'd approach it: some would be very offhand and others would get really nerdy and others were twats, of course. You always get twats."

We're a good ways away yet from twat pop stars coming in to review the Smash Hits singles but the guest critic was always a mixed bag. Some clearly took the task far too seriously, while others — as Bee mentions — couldn't have given less of a shit. Of more significance, however, is that few had much to say. (Chart Music host Al Needham asks Bee who was the worst group she dealt with in her role and she chose the Ben Folds Five for their surly demeanour and utter lack of insight) We'll come across several pop stars covering very much the same spectrum that Bee talks about but sadly few who manage to transcend the novelty.

Spandau Ballet songwriter, guitarist and singer Gary Kemp sits in as singles reviewer this fortnight and it's a cracker. Not, mind you, because he picked the best record on offer (even though he did), nor because he's a brilliant writer (although he does rather well in that regard) but due to some very thoughtful comments that never occurred to me before. The Style Council's "Money-Go-Round" reminds him of a "cockney Gil Scott Heron", while of Michael Jackson's "Wanna Be Startin' Something" he notes that "it's strange how you don't always appreciate tracks so much until they're sitting on seven inch vinyl". Of Spear of Destiny's "The Wheel", he points out that it's a rare guitar track that could wind up a sizable club hit — something I'm inclined to agree with and I don't even like it. Then there's the above quote that concludes his SOTF review of Shalamar's "Dead Giveaway".

African American musicians have been transplanting to Europe for the better part of a century. Trumpeter Bill Coleman was among the first, recognising that he was being treated with far more respect in France than in his homeland. With jazz's appeal in the States on the wane after the Second World War, there became an increasing financial incentive to settle across the Atlantic. Ben Webster, Bud Powell, Dexter Gordon, Chet Baker and Don Cherry were among the stars who made either a permanent or long-term move to Europe. The practise became a little less common in the rock era but Jimi Hendrix was a fixture of swinging London, Marvin Gaye lived for a time in Belgium and Tina Turner is now a Swiss citizen. Quite whether the members of Shalamar ever contemplated uprooting themselves to Britain is something I am in no position to answer and I'm not even sure if they did any recording there but Kemp seems to think that the UK was doing them some good and I suspect for more than just the financial benefit.

Beginning perhaps with Northern soul, black American acts began to figure out that there were appreciative audiences in Britain where few-to-none existed back home. Much as Kemp enjoyed their previous album Friends, it was West Coast soul-funk record in a world of West Coast soul-funk records. "Dead Giveaway", as well as much of its parent album The Look, seems to be more the result of playing intense shows in York, Blackpool and Southampton in which Jody Watley would be rendered near-hoarse, Jeffery Daniel would be soaked in sweat and Howard Hewett would be replacing guitar strings on a nightly basis.

The mutual inspiration Kemp talks about is that Britain gave a shot of adrenaline to the members of Shalamar while upping the creative stakes for bands all over the country. Established acts such as Imagination, JoBoxers and, yes, ver Spands could only look on in awe at how Daniel, Hewett and Watley were able to whip crowds into a frenzy. The sort of act everyone could learn from.

So, Shalamar had another hit single in the can and had found a new life in the UK. A shame, then, that it was all about to implode as Daniel and Watley were soon to depart, wasting the momentum that had been building. If only they'd taken Kemp's advice to keep breathing in the British air.

Smash Hits was obviously pleased enough with Kemp that they would eventually ask him to come back to review the singles again, this time with his brother Martin along. For his part, Kemp seemed to have sufficiently enjoyed the task to give it another go. Only a select number of pop stars returned to the singles review chair with only one twat among them. Sit tight readers.

Postscript
I would discover a year and a half after originally publishing my review of "Dead Giveaway" that Gary Kemp's outstanding review gig was not to be repeated when he teamed with brother and fellow Spand Martin. Some of my theories behind quite why he wasn't up to the task are dealt with in my piece on It's Immaterial's "Space" (Gazza's pick) and Lionel Ritchie's "Love Will Conquer All" (Martin's). But it's also worth noting that most of those who returned to the singles review guest spot weren't quite the same as they had been the first time round. Having seemed to be having a laugh in the role in the autumn of '87, Robert Smith returned three years later and was bitter and judgemental. He was not unlike his longtime nemesis Morrissey except far less entertaining as a grumpy old git. For his part, Matt Goss actually managed to do better on his own than when alongside Luke and Ken: rather than ranting about how everyone bashes them for being successful, he instead chose to listen to the records he was given and then gave his impressions. How novel. It's not an interesting read by any stretch of the imagination but he did what was asked of him and that's fine by me. The only one of the four who returned as guest reviewer who did just about the same both times is Dave Gahan of Depeche Mode. He stayed away from being philosophical, he didn't give anyone bonus points for being a struggling indie act that no one wanted to listen to and didn't have an ax to grind. All he did was evaluate the records as best he could. This is probably the best that can be expected of a pop star masquerading as a pop critic.

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Also Reviewed This Fortnight

Michael Jackson: "Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'"

There are the songs everyone remembers — "Billie Jean", "Beat It", the title track, even "The Girl Is Mine" which is one that many wish they could forget — but for my money the real highlights of Michael Jackson's global smash Thriller are the likes of "P.Y.T.", "Human Nature" and "Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'", the hits that are seldom mentioned anymore. They didn't have groudbreaking, eighteen minute videos nor heavy hitter guest stars from the world of rock but they had those sweet, infectious grooves that no one did better. "Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'" is not unlike those fantastic tracks on the first side of his true masterpiece Off the Wall. You'd be tempted to knock him for the simplicity of his work but who else was doing it this well? Shalamar on their best day couldn't come close and I'm not knocking them. And, yes, Gary's absolutely right that this is the sort of thing that works even better as a single in its own right than as the opening cut off of the hit-packed Thriller. I suppose you're more likely to notice it when there aren't eight other potential hits competing for your attention.

(Click here to see my original review)

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