Showing posts with label Paul McCartney. Show all posts
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Saturday, 17 April 2021

Blondie: "Call Me"


"The resulting drama manages to suggest empires crashing to dust without getting a single peroxide hair out of place."
— David Hepworth
 
This issue of Smash Hits hit the British newsagents on April 17, 1980. On the same day, on the other side of the Atlantic, the New York Islanders defeated the Boston Bruins in overtime to take a decisive two-games-to-none lead in their National Hockey League playoff series. Two days later, Blondie's "Call Me" would hit the top of the Hot 100; a week after that it would also be at the top of the UK charts. At the same time, the Islanders were preparing to meet the Buffalo Sabres in the next round of the playoffs. On May 24, "Call Me" would be enjoying its sixth and final week at the top of the Billboard listings while the Islanders were busy defeating the Philadelphia Flyers in overtime to capture their first of four straight Stanley Cups.

A band's imperial period is not unlike a dynasty in sports. Said organization is at their peak, they inspire equal amounts of awe, envy and loathing in competitors and/or fans of other groups/teams and everything seems to go their way — even when they happen to release a so-so single or play a bad game. Not every Blondie song from the height of their popularity was a winner but their British fanbase loyally helped them have hit single after hit single (a rare exception can be found in the relative failure of the otherwise excellent "Union City Blue", though it does remain a firm fan favourite). The Islanders struggled during the 1980 and '83 regular seasons and found themselves on the brink of elimination at the hands of vastly inferior teams in the '82 and '84 playoffs yet they persevered, winning a remarkable nineteen playoff series in a row, a record that seems unlikely ever to be broken.

And yet, an imperial period or dynasty in one part of the world may mean nothing elsewhere. While "Call Me" seems to mark a shift from the British version of Blondie to a much more American iteration, their success in the UK never waned until "Island of Lost Souls" missed the top 10 while its accompanying album The Hunter badly under-performed — and even then, they retained enough interest over the years that their 1999 single "Maria" became an unexpected British chart topper. Their American success was much more sporadic with three number one singles and a handful of minor hits. Few in North America even knew the sublime "Atomic" until it appeared in the 1996 film Trainspotting and massive UK hits like "Denis" and "Sunday Girl" remain relatively obscure in Blondie's homeland. (If they had an American imperial period at all, it would have begun with the rise of "Call Me" only to level off barely a year later) Meanwhile, the Islanders were the toast of the hockey world in the early eighties yet their mystique disappeared outside of that specialist realm; ask the British who was the preeminent dynastic sports franchise of the time and they'd say it was Liverpool FC.

"Call Me" suggests that Blondie were on such a roll that they could take a subpar tune and turn it into a pretty good single. Famed disco producer Giorgio Moroder hadn't been present for "Heart of Glass" or "Atomic" but his influence was all over them. Ironically, his stamp is less obvious on the one song of their's that he did produce. Coming in a culture that suddenly had less time for disco, they wisely disguised "Call Me" in layers of guitars and gave it more of a rock beat (David Hepworth's observation that its chord change "could have walked straight out of Status Quo's "Break the Rules" (I kid you not)" is absolutely correct), possibly hinting at a return to a time when Blondie was a CBGB's act that did well in Australia and the UK but were no hopers in America. Well, not quite. While most of the record wouldn't have gone over well in the discotheques, its middle eight ("Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any way,,,") followed by a synthetic instrumental part are very much in line with their dancier side.

This mix of styles makes for something of a mess but Debbie Harry and co. still understood how to craft great pop music so "Call Me" works quite well. Something vital would be missing from their admirable run of first rate singles if it had never been cut or if it had been made much more in line with the classics of their imperial period. Other Blondie hits feel part of a progression, from punk to new wave to disco but "Call Me" sticks out as a number out of time, with only its status as what a band at their most top-of-their-game arrogant could have the nerve to have recorded. Great song? Maybe but it's certainly the ultimate souvenir of the time.

This supposed rockier sound would be quickly abandoned as they returned to working with longtime producer Mike Chapman for the street smart Autoamerican and the singles "The Tide Is High" (lightweight but charming in its own right; it's one of the first songs I knew as a child so I've always had a soft spot for it) and "Rapture" (a great song ruined by Harry's awful rapping), their sole US number one that failed to repeat the trick in Britain. Imperial periods and dynasties all end up coming to an end: Blondie gave way to Michael Jackson, Madonna and Duran Duran while the Islanders would eventually bow out to Wayne Gretzky's Edmonton Oilers. It would be time for others to be at the top, to inspire awe, to be at a peak and to do well even when things aren't quite working out.

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Also Reviewed This Fortnight

Paul McCartney: "Coming Up"

New wave Macca. "Coming Up" owes so much to clipped, post-punk pop-rock of the late seventies that it feels like a pastiche (a suspicion that only grows after watching the amusing video). Probably McCartney's best single since "Listen to What the Man Said", it nevertheless is a worrying indicator that he was running out of ideas of his own at this early a stage of what would turn out to be a creatively barren decade. John Lennon famously heard it as a sign that his former partner was sounding vital for the first time in ages and it prompted him to get his own muse in gear for his bittersweet return at the end of the year. It just goes to show you that they were never the same without each other, doesn't it?

Wednesday, 19 August 2020

Prince & The Revolution: "Anotherloverholeinyohead"


"I think God will go out and buy this one."
— Samantha Fox

Prince's reputation has never been higher. His popularity and prominence took a dip in the nineties — his 1990 release Graffiti Bridge being his first album in ages that few seemed to care about — and using that silly symbol seemed like an act he'd never recover from but he came roaring back at some point after the millennium, the crowning achievement being his show-stealing solo on "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" in honour of George Harrison's posthumous induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2004. This performance wowed viewers at the time (even if some fellow musicians on stage seem less than excited by it) but it has YouTube to thank for its legend. And Prince was cool again. Then in 2016 he passed away and he went from living legend to god.

But if we shift back to when he was at his creative and commercial peak Prince wasn't always held in high esteem by everyone. Since Dave Rimmer awarded the Purple One with a "coveted" Single of the Fortnight back in 1983 with the still phenomenal "1999", many further new releases of his were reviewed in ver Hits. To say the results are mixed is probably a compliment to the little scamp with only William Shaw's critique of "Raspberry Beret" being mostly positive. Rimmer also had a crack at evaluating "Little Red Corvette", the follow-up to "1999", which he accuses of being too much of a Springsteen rip off while arguing that Prince is an "inconsistent chap". John Taylor isn't crazy about the heavier direction he seemed to be taking with "When Doves Cry", though he does acknowledge that Prince records take a while to grow on him. Andy Kershaw is unsparing in his derision for "Let's Go Crazy", even going so far as to have a go at the singer for being the "ugliest man in the world". (Though surely Kershaw has seen himself in the mirror, right?) Brookside's Simon O'Brien and Dave Gahan of Depeche Mode aren't especially fond of "Paisley Park" and "Kiss" respectively but the critic with the biggest ax to grind is Vici MacDonald. Having already slagged off both "Purple Rain" ("I know it's all supposed to be desperately steamy and sexy but, me, I remain unconvinced") and "Pop Life" ("Yaaaawn...Prince is sooo boring"), she tackles the recent single "Mountains" by generously reeling off all the many things to like and admire about the man before ultimately concluding that his latest isn't much cop at all.

Many will read MacDonald uncharitably — even though Kershaw's "analysis" is much, much worse than anything she ever wrote — but her feelings towards Prince often dovetail with my own. He was a true original, was musically curious, oozed talent and he didn't give a toss what anyone thought. That's stuff's all great, I just don't like at least half of his records. I've never cared much for his voice and I've never felt moved to any great extent by any of his songs. With so many things we're expected to appreciate about Prince, the only thing left wanting is his actual music.

With the critical blowtorch being taken to the likes of "Purple Rain", "When Doves Cry" and "Kiss", it's curious that he nabs a second SOTF with the relatively obscure "Anotherloverholeinyohead". The third single from Parade, the sort-of soundtrack to his recent film Under the Cherry Moon, its just-within-the-Top-40 chart performance was underwhelming though this was by no means unusual for him. Not unlike "I Would Die 4 U" and "Glam Slam", it doesn't pop up on compilations and is seldom discussed to any extent these days. While taster 45s from upcoming albums usually performed well, second, third and fourth singles often didn't and this one is no exception. It isn't even a standout on the pretty good Parade album: the minimalist funk grooves of "Kiss" and "Girl and Boys" and the stately "Sometimes It Snows in April" lay waste to this very unremarkable, Prince at his Princiest of songs.

So, what does Samantha Fox see in "Anotherloverholeinyohead" that it's worthy of a SOTF in her mind? Well, her review doesn't give away much, unless you're deeply interested in learning about how the Foxtress grew up listening to Prince's "really rude" records that she acquired from the flea market where her mum had a stall. She seems to genuinely love his music and it sounds like his records played no small part in her, shall we say, "development". While mentioning that she likes how he "changes the pitch in his voice" on this (has he really?) there's not much else to say. This could be any Prince single and she'd give it a glowing review, even if she manages not to say much about it.

But, then, what can she say about it? For someone so adventuresome and all over the place, this is very standard fare, the prototypical Prince single of the time: big piano chords, some slap bass, a refrain that is equal parts Rick James and Meat Loaf, loads of slinky vocals all over the shop. And all this would be perfectly fine if not for the rum tune and trite lyrics. The hooks don't draw the listener in and twisting a common English expression into song is never the best idea, even in the hands of someone so laughably capable. I suppose it's a credit to him that he can belch out something so inconsequential into a reasonable song but this ain't good enough for me. Good thing there's another Prince track that will be covered before long on here where us sceptics will once again be forced to eat crow.

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Also Reviewed This Fortnight

Paul McCartney: "Press"

One rock god phoning it in deserves another, eh? Well, not quite. Though far from a classic of old, this is a pretty decent number from Macca's supposed creative wane. Opening with some country-ish guitar playing, it quickly goes synthy. This was the beginning of Paul's decision to sound contemporary so he roped in 10cc Eric Stewart as a co-writer and Hugh Padgham on production. I'm sure getting the guy behind the desk of all those massive Phil Collins albums seemed like a good idea at the time but it has the ring of a middle-class, Live Aid direction. He would have been better off getting a real synth-pop producer like Trevor Horn or Stephen Hague in or he could have given "Press" a storming, Long Ryders country feel. Nevertheless, it's all likable enough though there's way too much going on. Dig the accompanying promo in which His Nibs takes the London Underground to the general delight and bemusement of the public. I gotta say I'm imPRESSed the whole thing doesn't seem staged. (See what I did there?)

Kim Wilde: "Love Blonde"

21 July 1983 "Now that summer's here, I suppose the charts are likely to be groaning under the weight of a load of sticky, syrupy s...