Showing posts with label Marc Almond. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marc Almond. Show all posts

Wednesday, 5 April 2023

Marky Mark & The Funky Bunch: "Music for the People" / Marc Almond: "My Hand Over My Heart"


"Finally — music that matches his admirable chest posturing."
— Miranda Sawyer

Hark! Marks Shooting Sparks! What a Lark! You might say she's a bit of a "mark" for the lads named "Marc". Did Hits colleagues Frith and Andrews put "our" "Bunny" up to this?

Pet Shop Boys and Billy Bragg aside, Miranda "Bunny" Sawyer has chosen some very questionable Singles of the Fortnight during her four year "stint" at the top pop mag. She went with a forgettable slice of Euro-pop over The Stone Roses' "Fools' Gold", passed on underrated bangers like The Chimes' cover of "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For" and Billy Joel's "The Downeaster Alexa" in favour of the bland dancefloor twosome of Touch of Soul and Beats International (not even their good song!) and brushed aside Blur's "There's No Other Way" in order to prop up the questionable talents of Vic Reeves. Even the Pet Shops ended up being dismissed by her when she took their masterpiece "Being Boring" to task while going with a lame MC Tunes collaboration with some sprogs and a Madonna greatest hits promoting new track that was better as a concept than as an actual song. (And then there's her indecisiveness. This is the third time she anointed co-SOTF, something her cohorts at ver Hits generally avoided doing)

So, let's get this over with. New Kids on the Block had been one of those music phenomenons that seemed depressingly long term. They had been so prevalent within the culture that it felt like they would never go away. Then, 1991 came along and they were gone — and suddenly it was as if they would never return (which, in effect, they never really did). Their fans had moved on and everyone else hated them, something that's difficult to come back from. 

Nevertheless, the New Kids name was enough for the younger brother of one of its key members to emerge just as the quintet was busy falling off the map. If there was one New Kid who received the lion's share of the hate it was Donnie Whalberg. While Jordan, Jon and Joey were pop pretty boys enjoying their spell of fame and Danny made do with being the "other one", Donnie was the one who commanded attention. He appeared unhappy with his situation and seemed to be the one who craved credibility. To the others, the New Kids were just a boy band; to him, they were hip hop-savy street toughs. It mattered little that this gambit made them look even wussier.

Just what we needed was a second Whalberg to come along. Making matters worse was that he had the spotlight to himself. Without the preening Jordan, there was no one around Mark Whalberg to counteract the phony tough guy persona. What he had was this seemingly nameless Funky Bunch to make him look even more menacing, something they just about managed. Mark's other major accomplishment happened to be making me wish for the return of older brother Donnie.

Yes, this is major movie star Mark Whalberg we're talking about, a man who has got a lot of mileage out of starring in Boogie Nights (which he has more recently disavowed). But prior to that, he was a rap "talent", one who wasn't going to lower himself into "singing" or any of that sell out pop nonsense. Except that debut single "Good Vibrations" was as pop as it comes and its only really notable features are the big-voice of backing singer Loleatta Holloway and Marky's six-pack in the accompanying video. As if addressing this decent into commercialism, he returned with the street ode "Wildside", an update of Lou Reed's "Walk on the Wild Side". Honestly, I found "Good Vibrations" to be the more convincing of the two.

Sawyer expresses distaste with Whalberg's earlier releases which makes her especially delighted by "Must for the People". It's better than "Wildside" but, again, I'm not sure I buy this attempt at turning rap into a modern day folk music. Perhaps it's simply the fact that he goes out and says it directly which is so distasteful. If he wished to make music for the proles then by all means do so but he doesn't have to state it so directly. But that's just me. The other thing working against this is that it doesn't stand out enough.

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"Which title does the above title remind you of, readers?"
- Miranda Sawyer (again)

Like Simply Red and UB40, Marc Almond spent much of his career reliant upon cover versions. "Tainted Love" often comes up in those Buzzfeed 'Songs You Didn't Know Were Covers' lists (even though plenty of people knew this all along); other Soft Cell hits were composed by the singer along with Dave Ball but good luck trying to remember any of them beyond "Say Hello, Wave Goodbye". His next major hit was a team up with Bronski Beat on "I Feel Love", a well-intentioned, spirited rendition that nevertheless couldn't hope to come close to Donna Summer's sublime original. Almond wouldn't have another number one hit until his outstanding duet with Gene Pitney on the Bachrach-David clone "Something's Gotten Hold of My Heart" in early 1989: yet another cover.

The release of Memorabilia: The Singles earlier in 1991 gave Marc Almond a second wind. "Tainted Love" returned to the charts and quickly became a cog of eighties' retro while the Willing Sinner was preparing new music of his own. His performance on "Something's Gotten Hold of My Heart" proved he could hold his own with alongside a legend like Pitney and he went back into sixties mode as inspiration for the album Tenement Symphony. Though much of the material was co-written with former Soft Cell mate Bell, its finest tracks were (fancy that) its pair of covers. The first single released was a version of the Jacques Brel number "Jacky" which had also been a recorded by Scott Walker for the classic Scott 2. This showed that Almond was ahead of the game: the Scott Walker revival was still the better part of a decade away. Not a huge hit in the autumn of '91 but it did all right. The third single arrived the following spring. Once again, our hero had plundered un-fashionable material from the sixties. "The Days of Pearly Spencer" had previously been a flop in the UK when released by Irish singer David McWilliams but this memorable cover gave Almond a Top 5 smash.

But it is the record released in between "Jacky" and "Pearly Spencer" which is of concern to us here. I was initially underwhelmed but it has grown on me over the last several days. Nevertheless, work that sounds like rejects from ABC's The Lexicon of Love can only be of limited interest. Whatsmore, I suspect Sawyer herself knows this. Her review goes into much more detail about Kylie Minogue than Almond himself.

"My Hand Over My Heart" is of course reminiscent of Kylie's number one hit from '89 "Hand on Your Heart". Sawyer advises Hits viewers to play the 12" at 45 RPM in order to "hear the Kylie single she never made!" I will have to take her word for it. I did indeed give the extended mix a listen but having go at a faster pace on YouTube didn't do anything to make me think this had been a Stock Aitken Waterman classic hidden in plain sight. Somehow or other, the music played faster but Almond's voice remained steadfastly Marc Almond, somehow sounding more like himself the more I tried to speed it up. Perhaps playing the physical vinyl copy made for different results but this only convinces me further what a generational vocalist Almond has always been. Quite right too. It's a shame such a so-so song would be what gives him his sole appearance in this blog but I'm glad to have him here all the same.

As for Kylie and her much cherished pop sound of old, Miranda Sawyer and the Hits "viewers" wouldn't have to wait long. 1992 was about to begin with things being nice and familiar — though not for long.

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Also Reviewed This Fortnight

The Beautiful South: "Old Red Eyes Is Back"

I guess I sound a little grumpy above, huh? Well, call me resentful that I had to write about bloody Marky Mark instead of one of my favourite groups. I'm also a little ticked that they keep getting shafted by others. "Old Red Eyes Is Back" is a firm fan fave but it fell well short of Sawyer's predicted Top 5 spot, only getting to number twenty-three. I wonder if the grotesque sleeve turned people off? This is the start of Paul Heaton's series of songs about drunks, something that would eventually become a Beautiful South cliche. For the time being, however, "Old Red Eyes" was stirring, bittersweet and even funny in places. For my money just a notch below upper tier South. Their commercial fortunes seemed to be heading downhill but they were at a creative peak, though you wouldn't know it if you didn't bother buying the 0890 album, an LP whose deep cuts vastly out pace the singles. If only everyone appreciated them as much as me. (Note: The Beautiful South will eventually be appearing in this space but with a record I don't even like all that much. Look for me to be back in grumpy mode when we get to it) 

Wednesday, 27 October 2021

Nick Heyward: "Tell Me Why"


"Nick's an older and more "careworn" soul these days and this song starts off all moody and Morrissey-like until, just when you least expect it, this glorious poetic and lovelorn chorus comes and grabs you by the lapels and gives you a good shaking."
— William Shaw

I was a young pop kid in early 1989 but the radio was seldom on. We would return from a weekend trip to, say, Norwich, Windsor or York and the "wireless" would be promptly switched on to catch the Top 40 Countdown with Bruno Brookes but, otherwise, I never gave much thought to listening to Radio 1 or Capitol Radio after coming home from school to accompany doing my geography homework. My sister and I spelled each other with the small tape player in the room we shared but, again, the radio was hardly ever on. In the car on the way to school or on those weekend trips it would play out much the same way: tapes would frequently be playing and no one gave much thought to turning on the radio. (This is odd looking back because we always had the radio on back in Canada)

Thus, I never got much exposure to pop music that wasn't on the charts — hey, if it isn't on the Top 40, how popular can it be anyway?  so the music of someone like Nick Heyward completely passed me by. It was left to Smash Hits to fill the void: they'd describe his records and I'd imagine how they'd sound. (I was just eleven at the time and still a long way off of trusting my luck by taking a punt on something unknown to me) Luckily, he had his champions at the top pop mag, even if he was being ignored elsewhere.

Alex Kadis already gave Heyward a Single of the Fortnight for comeback single "You're My World", describing it as "joyfully poppy and daffily jaunty as ever and it's shamelessly romantic and summery to "boot"!" She concludes her review by welcoming him back (as does William Shaw just over four months later: I'm surprised he was able to miss him since he hadn't been gone all that long). Richard Lowe isn't exactly bowled over by album I Love You Avenue but it is a "nice record" filled with "smashing" songs. I read and re-read that review and was convinced I was going to love it; I was so sure of it's brilliance that I didn't even have to hear it.

Just prior to the release of the album came "Tell Me Why", a second shot at the hit parade after "You're My World" missed out. This time, it's William Shaw's turn to heap some well-deserved praise on our Nick. As he says above, it opens on a unexpected downbeat note as he channels Morrissey in the verses. It might have been better had he held the chorus back a bit to really catch listeners off guard but that's a trivial knock against an otherwise astonishing single. At a time when the charts were exploding with techno, hip hop and indie rock, there wouldn't have been anything fresh at the prospect of a modestly sung sunshine pop song but who else was able to pull such a thing off back then? (Heyward's only real competition in that regard would have been the duo of Grant McLennan and Robert Forster of Australia's Go-Betweens and they were hardly conquering the charts either)

A common thread in the reviews of Kadis, Lowe and Shaw is how Heyward was once a pretty big deal when he was in Haircut One Hundred but things ended up going pear-shaped for him in his solo career. He had become a classic case of a faded pop star who couldn't escape from the shadow of his former band, or so we might assume. Luckily, his muse had remained and he seemed resigned to a life outside of chartdom. He was neither clinging desperately to former glories nor pathetically attempting to hop on the bandwagon of slick sophisti-pop production. Yes, his music had gone a little more indie and he wasn't unwilling to use synths but his M.O. remained and he's managed to stick with it to this day.

Still, it's easy for me to love it to death today when I have YouTube to feed me Heyward tunes from over thirty years ago. Back in the day this was a single that existed strictly in the pages of Smash Hits and I had to go on whatever I had read to provide me with some semblance of a pop song. It was around this time that I saw myself as a budding songwriter and attempting to picture how a tune would go based strictly on reviews proved a valuable exercise. (It also led me into a habit of coming up with titles before composing songs to go with them) I would wistfully sing the lines "tell me why" to myself in a style that wasn't a world away from his finished product but coming up with the rest proved much more challenging. We can't all be as talented as Nick Heyward.

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Also Reviewed This Fortnight

Marc Almond featuring Gene Pitney: "Something's Gotten Hold of My Heart"

Shaw isn't terribly impressed this, one of those cross-generational duets that were big in the late-eighties. Feeling it was a song that was "over-the-top" to begin with, he tuts at how the pair of Marc Almond and Gene Pitney have taken it to "hysterical extremes". I would've been in agreement with him at the time — actually, I was just bored by it — but now I'm in awe of this vocalist's masterclass. Almond really shouldn't be in the same league as Pitney but he holds his own and the pair sing in tandem beautifully. A surprise UK number one, it had a small part to play in the sixties revival going on in 1989 even if the pop kids still weren't quite ready for Burt Bachrach. Scintillating stuff.

Kim Wilde: "Love Blonde"

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