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The Darling Buds: Let’s Go Round There

Ah yes, I remember Blonde. For a genre that was heavily promoted by some and ridiculed by others, it now seems to have been so insignificant, least when I count the number of bands that pin-pricked me with their presence. The Darling Buds hid their sophistication in 1989’s Pop Said… unfortunately only becoming apparent on the two follow-ups – by which time everyone else had moved on.

Let’s Go Round There is blessed with Andrea Lewis’ enticing lyrics and breaks a rule by being one minute too long. Those extra seconds provide opportunity for the song to build to a swirling finale of diving guitar-riffs and circling backing vocals which perfectly echo the title.

Pop Said… – Amazon UK

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Catchers: Song for Autumn

I’m not sure how I missed this. Back in 1994, Melody Maker was still going strong, the internet was stuck with Compuserve and AOL, and Sky Television only had nine channels worth grazing over (and one of them was QVC).

This Northern Ireland four piece released their debut album, Mute that year. The album works for at least three reasons: Dale Grundle’s comprehensively thoughtful lyrics, the dualling and complimentary vocals of Dale and fellow singer Alice Lemon, and the combination of acoustic and electric guitars that aren’t afraid to get rough when required.

Song for Autumn breaks this jangling melancholic pop down to its base metals, having Dale and Alice in harmony, left and right on your speakers, joined by electric guitar in the centre. The vocal separation allows for more obvious identification with each singer and the lyrics. Halfway through an organ drops in which takes this song stratospheric.

Mute – iTunes UK

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Late Review

Music publications, both on-line and off-line, have a purpose to inform and educate their readers about music. In the case of new releases they have to quickly digest and assess the music then publish a review. This rarely gives true insight into an album, because one’s opinion of that album can (will?) change with time. It’s invariably this long term view that’s most valuable at gauging the artistic merit of such music.

I fortunately have luxury in being able to (mostly) defer reviews for a year or more, which is why my end of year albums reviews normally turn up a year late! Individual track reviews are more appropriate for the instant hit required.

Stephen Trossé, writing in his review of Joan As Police Woman’s Real Life, today:

Maybe all records should only be reviewed a year after they come out

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P. Hux: Kiss The Monster

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When Parthenon Huxley approached me to review his band’s new album I asked myself why he was looking for the lyrics to Butterfly Boucher’s Soul Back. Part way through Kiss The Monster I found the answer.

Parthenon’s 1988 debut on Columbia Records was called ‘a monumental debut’ by Rolling Stone magazine, but due to ‘first single’ issues, Columbia lost interest, leading him to goes his own way. Readers should take this as yet another warning against signing to major labels. For the past eight years, Parthenon toured as guitarist and singer with ELO Part II, now renamed The Orchestra.

Parthenon writes in the sleeve notes that Kiss The Monster could be conceived as third in a series that started with “Deluxe” and Purgatory Falls. This album is not necessarily chronological, but it is self contained and tells its story unencumbered by the modern tradition of obtuse lyrics.

Perfect is the shiny happy REM-style opener, bursting with hopeful but tentative emotions, leading up to one of the best choruses on the album. Parthenon’s singing is casual, soft but never overstated, suiting the styles of music and his lyrics. I’m not sure about the guitar break in this first song because its placement is too predictable and in some respects disjoint from the rest of the song. There is however a better break later in the album.

Name dropping Jon Brion on Yet To Say is perky – it says a lot about Parthenon as an musician (and perhaps me too!) The song uses acoustic and electric guitars to take Seattle grunge down to the sandy beaches of California – which is where most of the album lives. It too holds on to the caution that was apparent in Perfect, but this is partly abandoned on Wear My Ring – thus completing the first phase of the album.

Bones opens the next phase: a slower, more melodic song. A subtle anthem, if this is possible. Its minutia – tambourine, Wurlitzer noodlings and little synth breaks – all matter to this, the best song on the album. A vocal break leads up to the most satisfying part of the album – a tiny unexpected trumpet solo by Sarah Kramer, which is then picked up by an electric guitar. I’d love to hear a version of this song with real strings.

So here’s the answer to my opening question: All the songs on this album work because of their economy and detail. I get the feeling that Parthenon is an obsessive songwriter who is interested in developing his skills as a creator of music. In the production of this album, every component of every song matters. It’s these traits that he shares with Butterfly Boucher.

Come Clean builds from an acoustic guitar, with, surprisingly a subtle breakbeat, before a straight 4/4 comes in. The climax is a testimony to forgiveness.

My Friend Hates Me starts with a lovely jangly guitar then some scrunched electrics before the Californian sunshine comes back in. It’s mainly humorous but serious in parts. The poptastic “do do do’s” should last longer – instead they disappear almost before you become familiar with them (more songwriting economy). The guitar solo that leads to the final verse makes sense here because of length, style and placement.

I’m Looking Through You sounds like a Lennon / McCartney song – because it is, even down to its execution. Its predecessor, the curiously dark Crime which bears an occasionally warped bassline demands something like this as a companion.

The closing sequence of songs starts with Better Than Good, a vibrant song that recalls and wholly rejects the emotional dithering that dogged the opening tracks. Just Might Fly almost borrows from Nirvana unplugged. Perhaps the most sonically involving song on the album, it uses a toy piano, backward effects, pads and a whistle. The vocal bridge that yields “from where I lie” is attractive.

But the closing Everything’s Different Now is a hushed song to his baby daughter (compare this to Tori AmosRibbons Undone), concluding the transitions that are documented throughout this album. If it’s unclear how Parthenon feels, “I’m under your tiny thumb and over the moon” (the best lyric on the album) makes it obvious. The songs on Kiss The Monster are therefore not full of summer, but in the bloom of spring. An album that chronicles change. That final track renders the cusp to a new season.

Kiss The Monster is available for purchase now and released on Parthenon’s own label nine18 and on Rob Ayling’s Voiceprint label in the UK.

Track picks:
Bones, My Friend Hates Me, Just Might Fly

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Throwing Muses: The Visit

All things are relative, I suppose, but the rock-oriented Red Heaven is my least favourite Throwing Muses album. Despite this I still find it wonderful – it was after all the run up to University, their most critically and commercially successful release.

The Visit lands suddenly with its ‘da da da da’ vocal break and Bernard George’s typical walking bass. The vocal melody is deceptively simple relying on support from Kristin Hersh’s cooing backing vocals and driving guitars. Consequently the song appears to revolve rather than progress, but the breaks and the single drop give it more life than one might expect.

iTunes UK
Buy from 4AD

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Eisley: One Day I Slowly Floated Away

Whilst Amazon procrastinates1 on sending me Eisley’s second album, Combinations, out this month, I’m making do with their debut, Room Noises, released in 2005. This five piece group from Texas (four siblings and their cousin) makes charming friendly music which borrows from Belly, second generation Throwing Muses and touches the outer reaches of Concrete Blonde. Most songs are dominated by the DuPree sisters’ perfect (and imperfect) harmonies. None more than this delightful track, which cuts back on the instrumentation to let their voices do magic.

Room Noises – Amazon UK Import
Eisley – Official Website

1 Update: It’s just despatched!

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Tumblred

Attentive readers may have noticed the recent dominance of music in this blog. Rather than the usual musings on various topics, I’m consciously concentrating on all things related to music. But there are still things that I feel a need to write about that are often unrelated to music. Many of these are spur of the moment and the sheer hassle of creating a post puts so much inertia into the activity, that I end up not posting at all.

There is another way: I’ve set up a separate Tumblr blog for these things. It’s a bit like someone standing a bit too close to you in the Post Office queue. It will at some point be integrated with this site. For the moment if you want to read my (other) nonsense, step right up:

tumblr.ninthspace.org

Click here for its RSS Feed

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Billie Ray Martin: Twisted Lover (Old Version)

I’ve always preferred the electronic fixated version of Billie Ray Martin, rather than the Memphis oriented sound of 18 Carat Garbage. Twisted Lover, which was once to be a single, is taken from 2003’s BRM New Demos.

Twisted Lover takes its hooks and cues from Yazoo, Giorgio Moroder and Donna Summer, adding those dark, torch song vocals that she’s renown for.

iTunes UK

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