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The Kinks’ Music: Preservation Act II

Posted in politics by Andrew Hickey on August 12, 2012

This will be the last of these Kinks posts. In a couple of weeks a revised version of these posts, along with a new introduction and a brief section covering a couple of songs that only appeared on compilations, will be released as a book titled Preservation: The Kinks’ Music 1964 – 1974. What reaction this book gets will determine how many more of these music books I do, so do let me know if you like it (I assume anyone reading this who doesn’t like these posts won’t buy it…)

And so we finish our look at the Kinks from 1964 to 1974 with this, the double-album sequel to Preservation Act One. Whereas Act One was mostly made up of songs that worked completely apart from their context, and had a whole cast of interesting characters, Act Two is about its plot.

Preservation is, as a whole, Ray Davies’ attempt at writing a political musical along the lines of Brecht and Weill’s work. Unfortunately, though, while Bertolt Brecht based his work on rigorous theories about both politics and aesthetics, coming up with works whose form perfectly fits their content (precisely because Brecht was trying to destroy normal unities of form and content), Ray Davies is not a particularly deep or original thinker.

That’s not to deny his worth as an artist, of course — anyone who has read these essays will know that I think Ray Davies one of the greatest and most important songwriters of his generation — but Davies’ work works on a primarily emotional level, and doesn’t really suit being welded to a drama about the clash of political ideas.

Which isn’t to say there is nothing of worth here. There are at least half-a-dozen fine songs on this double album, and apparently when pared down to a ninety-minute stage show, the Preservation albums became a riveting theatrical experience. But triple concept albums with spoken narration were never a great idea, and this is not an exception to the rule.

The plot is simply not strong enough to hold an album together without any truly great songs. It’s an expression of Davies’ political views, which from the evidence of this are a mixture of Libertarianism, Burkean Conservatism and small-government Liberalism, mixed with a heavy dose of anti-politics. The evil Capitalist dictator, Mr Flash, who wants to destroy everything good and traditional to replace it with flashy, exciting, modern things that will make him more money so he can have a good time, is defeated by the evil Socialist dictator Mr Black, a Puritan who wants to destroy everything good and traditional to replace it with efficient uniformity and conformity. It’s essentially the 1066 And All That version of the Civil War (“Romantic But Wrong” versus “Repulsive But Right”) reworked more cynically, so both sides are equally corrupt.

Other than Flash and his “floozies” and Black and his “do-gooders”, the only other character here is the Tramp, the authorial mouthpiece of the first album now turned almost omniscient narrator, though we also have various between-track “Announcement”s from a newsreader (played by the actor Christopher Timothy, whose father had been a BBC announcer in the 1950s).

There is merit here, but very little to suggest that this is the same band that had created masterpieces like Waterloo Sunset or Days only a few years earlier. Many of the songs here are almost impossible to talk about as standalone songs — they exist to move the narrative forward rather than for any aesthetic merit they may have — so my treatment of them here will be necessarily brief.

Introduction To Solution
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies (as The Tramp)

A simple rock song, in the style of The Who, based around a descending/ascending three-chord pattern (E-D-C-D-E), with the only change being a brief diversion to B and F#m on the line “But me, I’m only standing here”.

The lyrics set the scene for the album — Mr Flash and his cronies are living the high life, drinking champagne, while there’s rioting in the streets and Mr Black is planning to overthrow them, and meanwhile the Tramp is watching it all and wishing things were different.

When A Solution Comes
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies (as Mr Black)

A song that definitely sounds of its time, this has the cocaine-infused sheen that was common to pretty much all mainstream rock of the mid-70s. Here Mr Black, “in an attic, somewhere in suburbia”, dreams of his future revolution — he’s been sitting on the sidelines, watching the collapse of civilisation, knowing that sooner or later people will turn to a strong leader, and then he can introduce his “final solution”.

Not an especially subtle song, but largely accurate, I think, as to the psychology of fascism.

Money Talks
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies (as Mr Flash)

The first song on the album to sound like it might have been written primarily as a song, rather than as a narrative device, this is a four-chord glam rock song, seemingly very loosely based on Joe Tex’s classic soul single Show Me. With a soul-style female backing chorus alternately doubling or echoing Davies’ voice, this sounds like nothing so much as Marc Bolan’s later work. It’s one of the catchiest things on the album.

Lyrically, it’s just a description of Flash’s ‘philosophy’ — that no-one is incorruptible and that anyone will do anything for enough money.

Shepherds Of The Nation
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies (as Mr Black)

This is possibly the most interesting song on the whole album, as Davies seems, at least in part, to be examining the ways in which his own thinking can be twisted toward evil. (For all that I’ve occasionally cricticised the way that Davies’ politics seem simplistic, that doesn’t mean that he’s unaware of his own limitations, and the self-examination in his work is often painfully honest).

A parodic rewrite of The Village Green Preservation Society, arranged in a pseudo-medieval style (with horns sounding almost like crumhorns and with vocals somewhere between madrigals and Gregorian chant), this is the dark side of “preserving the old ways from being abused/protecting the new ways for me and for you”.

Fascism always looks to a golden age in the past (this is the main difference between fascism and totalitarian Communism — Communism looks to a golden age in the future instead), as much of Davies’ work does, and usually combines that with some level of sexual puritanism, using that repression to motivate people to follow the great leader. And so here Mr Black uses rhetoric that isn’t at all far from that used by people like the Festival Of Light or the National Viewers And Listeners Association — groups of religious fundamentalists that were becoming briefly popular in the mid-70s, as a reaction to the perceived excesses of the ‘sexual revolution’ and feminism, and who were essentially calling for an end to post-Enlightenment civilisation.

Black here lumps together supposed social evils like drugs and pornography with the basic human emotions that cause those things to be popular, so he calls for an end not only to pot and heroin, but to lust and lechery, to homosexuality, even to the existence of pubic hair.

And this is all wrapped up in the standard authoritarian demands for tougher punishment — the return of capital punishment, public flogging and the stocks.

Davies’ politics, as expressed in his music, may be confused, and he may be all too keen to eulogise a past golden age, but when it comes down to a straight choice between homosexuals, dope smokers and pornographers on one side and authoritarians who want those people flogged and executed on the other, he knows which side he’s on, and it’s not the authoritarian one.

Scum Of The Earth
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies as Mr Flash

This is the cleverest song on the album, as well as possibly the best. Much of Preservation, as previously mentioned, is influenced by Brecht & Weill’s The Threepenny Opera, and this song more so than anything else on the album.

Much as the previous song was a rewrite and critique of Davies’ own The Village Green Preservation Society, this is a rewrite and critique of What Keeps Mankind Alive?, the best song by far from The Threepenny Opera. What Keeps Mankind Alive? is the most political song in the opera, and is an attack on capitalist moralisers, who keep the poor in poverty and then feign horror when they behave in an uncouth manner.

In the Preservation worldview, however, moralising (and ‘do-gooding’ generally) is the sin, not of capitalists, but of socialists. In Davies’ eyes, a capitalist will destroy everything of value in the world for his own short-term benefit, while a socialist will destroy it all and claim it’s for your benefit.

And so here, to a melody that is close enough to that of What Keeps Mankind Alive? that one is surprised the Weill estate never sued, Mr Flash defends himself against the attacks on him from Mr Black, using the same kind of argument that Macheath in the Threepenny Opera used to defend himself. He can’t help being the way he is — society made him that way, and is it his fault society made him an unscrupulous exploiter? “if they could see deep inside me/They’d see a heart that once was pure/Before it touched the evils of the world”. He quotes Shylock — “For if I cut myself I bleed, and if I catch a cold I sneeze/Have I not eyes to help me see? Have I not lungs to help me breathe” — in an attempt to emphasise the common humanity of the exploiter and the exploited.

It’s a fairly decent point in some ways — if society is to blame for the faults of the poor, then surely it’s equally to blame for the faults of the rich? — but of course it’s an utterly self-serving one. The rich, unlike the poor, are in a position to do something to change things. Flash’s crime isn’t being ‘only human’, but being selfish and amoral.

Second-Hand Car Spiv
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies (as Spiv)

This is a hard song to criticise, because while it’s not much of a song as a song, as a piece of characterisation it’s rather good.

Here Davies takes on the persona of a proto-Thatcherite ‘entrepreneur’, who started out on the dole (complete with standard Davies jab at the Welfare State, though here put into the voice of an unsympathetic character), and then worked his way up through being a second-hand car dealer to eventually becoming the owner of a multinational company and one of the most important people in the country.

The characterisation is perfect, right down to the accent — Davies sounds at times quite scarily like Lord Sugar — and is rather ahead of its time. This kind of figure would become a stereotype in the 1980s (think Loadsamoney or Del Trotter), but didn’t really feature much in popular culture at the time. For all the banality of the story Davies is attempting to tell, his characters are all real types.

Musically, though, this is nothing interesting — the rock equivalent of those lesser Gilbert & Sullivan pieces where Sullivan just rum-tums through on autopilot because Gilbert has a lot of exposition to dump, except that Davies doesn’t have anything like Gilbert’s facility with language. Fast keyboard runs up and down the scale, and a brief musical quote from Here Comes Flash, aren’t enough to bring this one to life.

He’s Evil
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies (as Mr Black)

One of the catchier songs on the album, this is supposedly a party political broadcast by Mr Black, attacking Mr Flash, but it seems more to be just a warning to a specific woman that Flash uses women, drags them down to his level, and throws them aside. (Yes, it’s supposed also to be a metaphor for how he’s treating the country, but it’s rather too literal for the metaphorical aspect to work particularly well).

Musically, this is sort of proto-disco, with Mick Avory providing a straight four-on-the-floor bass drum and crotchets on the hi-hat in the intro (before settling down into a more conventional rock part, for much of the song, only returning to the disco feel for the instrumental break), and the track sounds at first like nothing so much as ABBA’s Money, Money, Money, while later sounding more like ELO or one of the other bands who straddled the pop/prog/disco divide.

The verses are, like much of the material in Preservation, just Davies reciting lyrics over a simple backing track (to the same rhythm as the similar verses of Demolition and Preservation), but the choruses (where a cycle of fifths gets diverted by a brief change to the relative minor, so the changes go I-V-II-iv-VI rather than the expected I-V-II-VI) and the bridge (with a nice little Davies descending-semitones bassline is counterpointed by a rising female backing vocal) show a level of attention to the music that is absent from many of the songs on the album.

Mirror Of Love
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies (as Belle, Flash’s Special Floosie)

The first single from the album, this is actually on the CD in two versions — the single version and the album version, which differ in a few points of arrangement and vocal performance, but are very similar.

Here Davies takes on the persona of Belle, Mr Flash’s ‘special floosie’, an abused woman who can see that her boyfriend is unsuitable but sticks by him anyway. While it fits with the previous song, neither of them seem to have much of anything to do with the story, and one is again left with the impression that this would have been a much more coherent album had Davies got rid of the concept altogether and just released a single album of good songs rather than try to tie them to a flimsy narrative.

Musically, the song is a rather good effort at trad jazz — not at Dixieland, but specifically at trad, the British 1950s revival of the style, which had as much influence from jug band music and skiffle as from jazz. As a result it could almost be the work of a British equivalent of the Lovin’ Spoonful or the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, while still retaining some of the between-the-wars feel of some of the better material on the album.

The song is mostly driven by the horn section, who had built their career on this kind of material, and so carry it off with panache. It alternates between two sections — a simple major-key three-chord chorus in D (with lyrics about how Flash is OK seen ‘through the mirror of love’), and a slinky, more ambiguous verse. The verse lyrics alternate almost line-for-line between complaints and praise (“You’re a crude and a rude lover/But I would have no other”), and the musical material is similarly ambiguous, starting out in Bm (the relative minor of the chorus’ home key, a depressing key to be in) but slowly drifting into the key of A major (the fifth of the chorus’ home key, a very happy key to go to).

It’s a simple but effective song, and Davies’ vocals are probably his best on the album, with some wonderful jumps into a trilling falsetto a la Rudy Valee. The result is easily the best track on the album.

Nobody Gives
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies (as the Tramp)

And this song, more than any other, shows why I characterise Ray Davies’ political views, as expressed through his songs, as being overly simplistic.

I can largely agree with his assessment that both untrammeled greed-driven capitalism and the kind of socialism that sees government control as an end in itself are evils — Mr Black and Mr Flash both do represent real types, the degenerate cases of two political philosophies that can, in the extreme, be harmful.

But the problem is, Davies doesn’t seem to have gone any further in his thinking than an anti-politics shrug of “Well, they’re all as bad as each other”. And that leads to absurdities like this.

Because in this song, Davies (in character as the Tramp, who usually expressed Davies’ opinions) complains that human nature is such that people fight over problems and take sides, rather than sitting down and talking problems over. He illustrates this with two examples of extremism, one from the left and one from the right.

The left-wing example he chooses is the General Strike of 1926, a strike that had more than a million people taking part, caused by attempts to cut the wages of miners, and which many people feared would lead to an actual revolution.

The right-wing example is the Nazi party, the Holocaust and the Second World War.

This is such a muddled piece of thinking that one doesn’t really know where to start. The only thing the General Strike had in common with the Nazi dictatorship was that Winston Churchill was firmly opposed to both. One was a nine-day period of, admittedly quite extreme, industrial action attempting to prevent a drop in miners’ wages, the other was twelve years of the worst horrors in human history, leading to the violent deaths of tens of millions of people. That’s not the kind of comparison where “you’re all as bad as each other” is really appropriate.

And this is the problem with having moderation as a principle. Sometimes one will end up taking a moderate position between two extrremes because it happens to be the right position, but often one side clearly is worse than the other, and in those situations “you’re all as bad as each other” is effectively the same thing as siding with the worse of the two sides.

One can quite easily set up left/right dichotomies where both sides are roughly equivalent. Had Davies compared Hitler with Stalin, he would have had a point. Likewise, had he compared the General Strike with, say, the three-day week that the Conservative government had introduced a few months before this album came out, he would have seemed relatively fair.

But faced with such a massively uneven balance, the song becomes absurd. Yes, the General Strike would possibly have been avoidable had all interested parties been willing to negotiate more. That’s a fair criticism. On the other hand, one can’t really imagine all the interested parties sitting down to negotiate a compromise between Hitler’s aims and those of his enemies. The false equivalence here is so jarring that this one song pretty much single-handedly destroys any claim this album might have to be the serious work of political art that Davies intended.

Musically, the song is of little interest, being ridiculously overlong at 6:33, and bombastic with it.

Oh Where Oh Where Is Love?
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies (as The Tramp) and Marianne Price (as the do-gooders)

A pretty little tune, alternating between a 6/8 folk style (sounding much like the kind of thing the Pogues would do a few years later) and a waltz-time section (the pulse only shifts slightly — one could easily transcribe both in 6/8, but it seems stylistically to be better understood as a waltz) in a vaguely European style that once again conjures up thoughts of Weill. We also see the return of the Davies descending bass-line, adding some harmonic interest to an otherwise fairly conventional structure.

Here for the first time we have a duet with Marianne Price, who takes lead vocals on several other songs on the album. Her voice is an intriguing one, having an untrained sound that is reminiscent of Rasa Davies’, but singing in a lower range. Her slightly off-pitch, amateurish quality sounds a lot like Mo Tucker of the Velvet Underground, or the similar singing styles used by many waifish indie vocalists in more recent years, but is very different from the popular styles of the time. It’s a gentle, sensitive performance, and the technical imperfections only add to that.

Lyrically, the song is the complaint of every reactionary, that things ain’t what they used to be, and that people used to be nice and friendly and love each other and read fairytales, but now they’re all rapists and murderers. But it’s so clearly intended from the heart, and performed so well, that the track works anyway.

Flash’s Dream (The Final Elbow)
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: none

Not really a song at all, but a four minute spoken dialogue between Mr Flash (played by Ray Davies in a bizarre, lisping accent that veers randomly between Cockney, comedy Jewish, Australian, South African, and what sounds like a prescient parody of the speaking voice of the singer Rufus Wainwright, often on a syllable-by-syllable basis) and his conscience, occasionally backed with snippets of There’s A Change In The Weather, then going into a montage of vocal parts from songs from the first album, backed with a drum beat, and ending with a fanfare.

Utterly pointless.

Flash’s Confession
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies (as Mr Flash)

Melodically, this is a variation on Here Comes Flash, with some slight musical differences, but reharmonised to fit a chord sequence very similar to that of Introduction To Solution. Davies has clearly tried to repeat motifs throughout the album, but the motifs he’s reused (the fast patter lyrics in rhyming couplets over four-chord vamps, for example) have tended not to be among the more interesting ones and have sounded more like a lack of ideas than an attempt at thematic unity — here, though, we can tell that this song is a summing up and closure of Flash’s story, as he confesses his sins as he knows he’s about to die.

This is one of the more startlingly modern sounding tracks on the album, as it sounds scarily like Bowie’s Berlin period and some of the post-punk and new romantic bands influenced by those records.

As a song, it’s not very good at all — it’s another track that exists to fill in a gap in the story, rather than to be an enjoyable piece of music — but the production is interesting enough that it is not in the very lowest level of songs on the album.

Nothing Lasts Forever
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies (as Mr Flash) and Marianne Price (as Belle)

An absolutely lovely song, which was almost certainly inspired by Davies’ marriage breakup. If in Sweet Lady Genevieve he still had some hope that his wife would return to him, here he knows that’s not going to happen. In a heartbreaking duet, a resigned Mr Flash accepts that his relationship with Belle must end, but while she says it’s for the best, he thinks otherwise.

It’s impossible not to read lines like “I know that you’ll survive/ And you’ll get by/ Whatever/Though you say goodbye/ My love will never die/ It will last forever” as a message to his ex-wife, and it says a lot that Belle is here portrayed as a fundamentally decent person, who isn’t happy about what she sees as the relationship’s necessary breakup.

Both Davies and Price here sing at the very top of their ranges, straining for the notes, and this adds a real sense of emotion to the song — they’ve tried to make the relationship work, and can’t, and the strain is showing.

While not one of the absolute top level of Kinks songs, this is one of the more touching of the post-Arthur songs, and very moving.

Artificial Man
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies (as Mr Flash and Mr Black) and Dave Davies (as Mr Black)

The second-longest actual song on the album is this attack on modernism — not modernity, it’s an attack on the aesthetic of modernism, and in particular the way that many modernist political and aesthetic movements fetishise technology as an ends rather than a means. While the conflict between Flash and Black is framed as capitalism versus socialism, a more accurate way of looking at it would be to call it a clash between Modernism and Romanticism.

Here the Modernism has got as far as transhumanism — the master race Black is building would be one very recognisable to the inhabitants of websites like LessWrong. Black’s creating an explicitly atheistic utopia full of technologically-augmented immortals, free of disease and pain. But these people are closer to the Cybermen from Doctor Who than any new, transcendent race — they’ve been created this way so Black can “Put your senses and your mind/ under constant observation/ even when you’re dreaming”. This is technology as a tool of oppression, rather than salvation. Like they say, if you need a lawyer then find a lawyer but if your home is dirty then call for house cleaning in Dallas.

Musically, the song comes in three sections. First we have a glam ballad, not dissimilar to Bowie’s All The Young Dudes — presumably a deliberate resemblance, as Bowie had spent much of the previous few years singing about becoming homo superior in a manner which often outright endorsed fascism. The chord sequence for this section, obviously worked out on piano, is complex but based around the old Davies trick of keeping as many notes in the chord as possible the same while moving the bassline down a semitone at a time.

For the first time in the Preservation project we also get a welcome vocal contribution from Dave Davies, here sharing the Mr Black vocals with his brother.

We then have a second, faster section, sounding much like some of Elton John’s faster songs, being driven in a similar way with fast, staccato piano chords — though the syrupy, over-orchestrated strings from the first section continue, and we have the addition of girl-group backing vocals singing “artificial, artificial man” over and over. This simple three-chord section then goes into an uptempo version of the first section, which leads to a key change from C to F.

We then have another two-chord section (“tell the world that we finally did it”), this time just playing ii-I in the new key, backed by acoustic guitar and drums, before repeating the secon section, repeating the opening, slower section, and fading out on the “artificial man” vamp.

It’s a complex structure, but it doesn’t hang together wonderfully, and it’s another song where one gets the impression that it was conceived for its narrative function rather than as a song that would work out of context.

Scrapheap City
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Marianne Price (as Belle)

And once again we get a much shorter, tighter, better-conceived song covering some of the same ground straight after a flabby exposition-song. Here Belle describes the results of Black’s revolution, with identical people living in ‘identical concrete monstrosities’ and working identical jobs, with wildlife being destroyed because it’s not efficient, and with manners and basic human decency a thing of the past.

This is a simple three-chord country song, based around the Tumbling Tumbleweeds bassline that Davies had used for Holiday, and with more than a little melodic resemblance to Detroit City, played by the core Kinks without the orchestration that had been augmenting them for much of the album.

You could play this to a thousand people without any of them guessing it was the Kinks, and it’s not up to the standards of previous albums, but it’s a pleasant track, and since in the twenty-nine minutes since Mirror Of Love we’ve had seven minutes of good songs and twenty-two minutes of exposition and bombast, it is a welcome relief as we draw near to the end of the album.

Salvation Road
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies (as ‘everyone’)

And the final song on the album is the anthem of Black’s revolutionary movement (whose flute theme has been used in various forms to introduce the spoken announcements throughout the album).

It’s a curiously optimistic ending to the album, trying to find something positive in a new world, even after saying “goodbye freedom, hello fear”, there’s an acceptance that if the world is getting worse the only thing to do is not to look back at the better past, but try to make something good out of the future. It’s a simple, catchy tune based on a play-in-a-day chord sequence, and follows a straight verse/chorus/verse/chorus pattern.

There’s a subtlety to this song that’s missing from much of the album, and the idea of having a triumphant sing-along anthem about how you might as well make the best out of a bad situation is vintage Davies.

And so we end the project that Ray Davies considers his most important work. Neither Preservation album is anywhere near as bad as its reputation suggests, but nor are they anything like good enough to carry the weight Davies intended. Apparently the tight, ninety-minute stage version the augmented band performed that year was much better, but unfortunately no film of those shows exist.

But there’s worthwhile material in there if you dig, and in these days of iTunes, Spotify and so on, when people create their own playlists, it’s possible to combine the best bits of both albums into something that stands up with their very best work. [FOOTNOTE: For those with Spotify, my own attempt at doing this can be found at http://open.spotify.com/user/stealthmunchkin/playlist/0G58jzUnBPQfrigP0ztJuc.] Perhaps it’s time for the better material on these albums to be re-evaluated.

Bonus Tracks

Slum Kids
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies and Dave Davies

This is a live recording from 1979, with a different line-up of the band (featuring Ian Gibbons on keyboards, and Jim Rodford, the former bass player of Argent who’d got his start playing with the Mike Cotton Sound in the 60s, on bass) performing a song which was written for Preservation, and which appeared in the stage show, but didn’t make the album.

On this evidence, that’s probably a good thing. This is a sub-Jimmy Rogers blues shuffle, with incredibly repetitive lyrics, repeating over and over that slum kids “never stood a chance/We were dragged up from the gutter/On the wrong side of the tracks”.

Possibly a hypothetical studio version would have been tolerable, but this version drags out what amounts to forty seconds of musical and lyrical material to six and a half minutes, partly through noodled solos but mostly through bludgeoning repetition. Not one of the band’s finest moments.

The Kinks’ Music: Preservation Act One

Posted in music by Andrew Hickey on July 11, 2012

Preservation Act One is an incredibly difficult album to write about. Hearing the Kinks’ albums in sequence, it sounds like something of a return to form, a return to more complex structures and interesting melodies after a long run of rock albums based on simple three-chord songs. The band’s musical palette expands again, with the Kinks and their horn section (now minus Mike Cotton) joined by a backing vocal chorus, and with many songs featuring strings and more complex keyboard parts.

But in fact it’s the last gasp of that kind of songwriting from Ray Davies, and from this point on the Kinks are a rock band, as opposed to a pop one.

Partly, Preservation Act One gives a misleading impression because it was never intended to be heard in this form. Originally, Preservation was intended as a single piece — a narrative work based on, and expanding upon, the themes of Village Green Preservation Society as well as the material about the destruction of communities in Muswell Hillbillies, but the album took much longer to complete than originally intended, after Ray Davies scrapped the initial sessions, and so it was released in two sections.

Act One, as a result, just introduces us to the characters who will take part in the narrative (and to some who won’t be heard of again), with the actual story relegated to the double album Act Two. Anyone who’s ever heard a concept album will immediately see the problem here.

The recording of Preservation Act One was also the culmination of many of the problems in Ray Davies’ life. In the middle of the recording, on Davies’ twenty-ninth birthday, his wife Rasa left him, taking their two daughters with her, and for a while it looked as if the Kinks themselves were going to split up.

The band pulled through — and eventually both Davies brothers became much more stable — but as they moved first to concept albums and then to arena rock, Preservation , and especially Preservation Act One, is the last point at which the Kinks sound like their mid-60s peak.

Preservation (Non-Album single)
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

This song is misplaced on the CD, and both song and album suffer for it. This track was actually a single, released several months after Preservation Act Two, which sums up the plot of the entire piece in one three-and-a-half-minute hard rock track.

For what it is, this is decent enough — it’s a three-chord glam stomper that wouldn’t have sounded at all out of place on 70s rock radio, with a catchy guitar riff — but the lyrics are just a giant infodump rather than being particularly clever or moving.

More importantly, though, the album itself is quite cleverly, and deliberately, structured, moving from the quiet of Morning Song to the loud rock of Demolition, and by starting the CD with a song in the style of the last track, that structure is ruined.

Morning Song
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Chorus

The actual album opener is this utterly gorgeous little piece, which sounds like it features none of the Kinks at all. Rather, it is a piece for strings, woodwind and wordless vocals, building up from a single violin and a humming bass vocal, singing something that is halfway between Paul Robeson’s version of Shenandoah and the Largo from Dvorak’s New World Symphony (the piece which this most resembles). Slowly a choral backing is added, along with a second, female lead vocalist, who sings along with the violin in a manner similar to Vaughan William’s Sinfonia Antarctica, creating an almost theremin-like effect, before ending with a massed choral chord.

It’s utterly unlike anything else in the Kinks’ catalogue, but a perfect opener to the album.

Daylight
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies (as Chorus)

The scene-setter for the album, this song starts with a simple three-chord acoustic guitar and organ based verse, with a constant D pedal note giving it a vaguely Indian feel, while the backing chorus singing the word “daylight” has almost a gospel air.

After twenty bars of this, the song changes key, up a fifth, for the next passage (the line “another night has gone away and here comes yet another day” is a transitional passage I’m choosing to include with the verse). We’re suddenly in a totally different musical world — the brass band style music here evoking park bandstands — as the melody keeps ascending, with two Ray Davieses overlapping with each other as they go up the scale (starting on the fourth of the scale, making what Davies is singing a Lydian mode scale).

The second time through this scale it continues up past the high fourth and onto the seventh, which then becomes the fourth of B — another key change up a fifth. We repeat the scale twice more in the new key, before, on the line “feel that daylight”, moving back to the original key of D via an implied change to E.

These changes up a fifth are both natural key changes for this kind of music — brass band music makes much use of fifths because they’re easy to play on brass instruments — but the continuous rising feel of the song also evokes the sun rising and the sky getting brighter quite beautifully.

If you hadn’t heard Lola vs Powerman, Percy, Muswell Hillbillies or Everybody’s In Showbiz, this would be what you’d expect a new Kinks track to sound like.

Lyrically, it’s less interesting, just painting a picture of the world we’re going to explore over this album and the next, but taking the albums in order it sounds like the band reversing out of a dead end, after they’d pushed the simple rock style as far as it could go, and going back to their old style to find another way forward.

Sweet Lady Genevieve
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies (as The Tramp)

Both the most heartbreaking, and in many ways the cleverest, song on the album, this non-charting single was Ray Davies’ attempt to reach out to his estranged wife Rasa, begging for forgiveness, and may be the last truly great Kinks song.

In some ways, it’s a reversion back to the style of the last few albums — it’s based around strummed guitar chords and huffed harmonica, and while there’s a little tonal ambiguity (it’s mostly in A, but hints at the key of E on occasion), the chords are all play-in-a-day simplicity and the arrangement is straightforward, with no interesting instrumental parts. The only really different thing about the song musically is its utter metrical irregularity — there’s a regular tic-toc rhythm in the drums, but the melody line and chord changes seem almost to ignore the bar lines.

But what makes this song so great is that even though it’s clearly one of Davies’ most emotionally honest songs, it’s a song written from the point of view of a dishonest man. It’s a song that had to be sung in character, and Davies makes the character seem utterly in the wrong — not only is he a liar, a cheat, and an alcoholic, he undercuts his own promises to change.

He wants her back, he promises to ‘take away all your sadness [if you] put your trust in me’, but both he and the listener know that he’ll never change and she’ll never come back. He even laughs a little at the very thought that she’ll return.

To be so artistically honest as to sabotage any possibility of reconciliation in the very song written to attempt to rebuild a marriage is something very few people could do. As a portrait of a failed relationship, and of a character who’s half-deluding himself but is honest enough to see through his own delusions, this is almost on a par with Frank Sinatra’s Watertown. This song does not make Davies look good at all, but I can think of few braver artistic works.

There’s A Change In The Weather
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies (as Working Class Man, Middle Class Man and Upper Class Man)

One of the stronger songs on the album, this manages to blend the harder rock sound the band had been producing on recent albums very effectively with the more orchestrated feel of the music on the rest of this album, giving the best of both.

The song starts with a funk riff on guitar, with a hammond pad and soulful horns, as Davies takes on three characters — a worker, a middle-class southerner, and an upper-class idiot. As the music repeats the same simple changes (with a key change up a fourth for the third repeat, as the upper-class man introduces himself), these three introduce themselves in a manner reminiscent of the “I know my place” sketch from The Frost Report, and we’re told “there’s trouble brewing”. Then dropping back down to the original key, we get one more time through the changes as the three sing in unison about how “there’s a change in the weather/we’ve got to learn to stick together”.

And then we get a total change of instrumentation, dropping down to tuba, trombone and piano for two bars of common-time bridging material before going into a brass-band section in 6/8 (with a bar of 4/4 thrown in on “it will brighten”). Moving up a fourth, the song changes completely, and becomes about a positive, rather than a negative, change, as Davies sings in a light, mannered voice over a female backing singer ‘la la’ing in a joyful manner.

But then after this extended section, we go back to the original musical material, but here all hope and all funkiness has left — instead we have a ponderous, thudding, heavy metal beat with squealing atonal horns as multiple Ray Davieses sing “See the holocaust risin’ over the horizon/Gonna see a manifestation, total chaos, devastation” and similar portents of doom.

After this material repeats in C then back in G, we once again drop into the cheerful section, here sounding more like a music-hall performance than a brass band, thanks to the more prominent piano part. Davies here sounds even more mannered, and we fade on a hopeful note from the brass. And all this comes in at less than three minutes.

There’s a change coming, but whether it’s a good one or not, we’ll have to wait for the next album to see, when the story really gets going.

Where Are They Now?
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies (as The Tramp)

One of two really weak songs on the album, unfortunately programmed back to back, this sounds like an outtake from Everybody’s In Showbiz. A nostalgic track looking back on the past, it was presumably meant to evoke similar emotions to some of the songs from Village Green Preservation Society, but rather than looking back on some mythical golden age of the past, it’s only looking back at the late 50s and early 60s, and has nothing to say about that time, just lists a bunch of people (Mary Quant, Christine Keeler, Keith Waterhouse) and fictional characters (Jimmy Porter) who were quite well-known at that time and slightly less-well known a decade later, and asks “where are they now?”, over a plodding background that sounds like Like A Rolling Stone on barbituates.

One Of The Survivors
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies (as Johnny Thunder)

The other bad song on the album, this revisits Johnny Thunder from Village Green Preservation Society, finding him now heavier and greying, but still listening to the music he listened to when he was young.

Much like the previous song, this is about nostalgia for the (then-)very recent past, and consists almost entirely of lists of things, in this case 50s rock songs and performers (with an emphasis on slick white doo-wop like Dion & The Belmonts and Danny & The Juniors). It’s the musical equivalent of TV programmes of the I Love 1983 type. It wins over the previous track in that it has some energy, but then extends what amounts to a minute or so worth of mediocre musical material to four and a half minutes, losing all goodwill along the way.

Cricket
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies (as The Vicar)

Side two of the album opens with this absolutely delightful track. A more coherent musical cousin of Look A Little On The Sunny Side, this features possibly the most real character Davies ever created — the Vicar.

The lyrics are a parody of a particular kind of Church of England sermon, the muscular, sporty, patriotic equivalent of Alan Bennett’s Beyond The Fringe sermon (“Life, you know, is rather like opening a tin of sardines. We are all of us looking for the key”), an extended metaphor about how the devil will “try to L.B.W. and bowl a maiden over”, and “He’ll baffle you with googlies/with leg breaks and offspin”, but “keep a straight bat at all times, let the Bible be your guide, and you’ll get by”.

It’s an absolutely perfect bit of observational comedy — he gets the speech patterns of this kind of vicar down exactly — and made all the funnier by the fact that Davies is clearly exaggerating something he genuinely thinks himself (he’s well-known as a lover of cricket, and one can imagine him at least half agreeing that it’s God’s game because “It has honour, it has character and it’s British”).

This is possibly the most laugh-out-loud-funny thing the band ever did, and it’s musically enjoyable as well. After two dull lists, the album has returned to a level of quality not seen since Arthur.

Money And Corruption/I Am Your Man
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies (as Mr Black) and chorus

And here we start to see the overarching story of the Preservation project come together. This is a medley of two songs, which put together have a very disturbing message.

We start with a song in the style of a traditional English folk-song — a pentatonic melody, in waltz time, over a quickly-strummed guitar, as a chorus of ordinary people sing about how “money and corruption are ruining the land/wicked politicians betray the working man” and “we’re tired of hearing promises we know they’ll never keep”.

On its own, this would be just a better-than average example of the anti-politics theme that runs through much of Davies’ work at this time. Politicians, yeah? They’re all liars, right? Yeah…

But then the chorus sings “Show us a man who’ll be our saviour and will lead us…” and we get the introduction of Mr Black, one of the two rival political leaders who dominate the next album.

The second of these songs, I Am Your Man , is sung by Mr Black, and is set to the most powerful music on the entire album. A gorgeous, sweeping ballad, with the return of the ever-descending chromatic basslines Davies used so much in the late 60s, this is soft, gentle, reassuring music that makes you think “yes, everything’s going to be all right”.

And over the top, Mr. Black persuades you to endorse a totalitarian dictatorship.

At first glance, Black’s programme doesn’t sound so different from that of the Labour party of the time, recently returned to power — nationalisation of major industries, slum clearances, support of unions, redistribution of wealth — but the clue is in the chorus. “Workers of the nation unite.”

Not the internationalism of Marx and Engels — “Workers of all nations unite”, but nationalism. And then you notice other things. The mention of a “five year plan”. The mention of a “Fatherland”.

This is almost as scathing a self-critique as Sweet Lady Genevieve, in other words. Davies has looked at the anti-politics mood of his then-recent albums, and seen that when people think that way, when they are disenchanted by politicians on all sides, is precisely when nationalism and extremism can sneak in in the guise of utopianism.

A miniature masterpiece.

Here Comes Flash
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Dave Davies (as Chorus, with Scared Housewives)

And the other villain of the piece is now introduced — Mr Flash, the glamorous, slimy, showbiz politician who is opposed to Black.

This is an absolutely wonderful uptempo pop-rock song which manages to combine within its two minutes and forty-one seconds more different styles than many bands manage in a career. Starting with a Who-style clang of guitars, it moves into Dick Dale territory — very fast, heavily reverbed, staccato surf guitar, playing a vaguely Arabic sounding melody.

Then the voices enter, and they’re singing pseudo-operatic falsetto, with very fast, tumbling lyrics, and suddenly it’s the previously-unconceived middle ground between Dick Dale and W.S. Gilbert, and to emphasise the end of every line we have the most cavernous drum sound I’ve ever heard.

And then the orchestra and female chorus come in and add a baroque element, before the song finishes in a flourish with a theatrical fanfare.

Combining hard rock, pop, surf music and opera in one ridiculously exciting song, this is everything Queen ever wanted to be.

Sitting In The Midday Sun
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies (as The Tramp)

One of the catchiest things on the album, this was one of the first things the band recorded for the project (and probably the first song they recorded in Konk, their own studio), and was recorded before the start of the personal turmoil in Ray Davies’ life that caused the darker tone of much of the songwriting on this album.

It’s enjoyable and pretty, and was quite rightly released as the first single from the album, as it’s definitely the most commercial-sounding thing on the record, echoing back to a mid-sixties summer pop sound and at times almost sounding like the Beach Boys. But it’s ultimately a lightweight track — it’s musically simplistic, and the lyrics, a paen to laziness and unemployment, are slight — so it’s unfortunately easy to see why it didn’t chart.

And a personal peeve of mine, which I accept most people won’t share — in the chorus, the rhyme of ‘midday sun’ with ‘currant bun’ gets on my nerves (because ‘currant bun’ only works because it’s rhyming slang for sun, so he’s just saying ‘sun’ twice in effect), and then rhyming ‘reason’ with sun and bun really doesn’t work.

Demolition
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies and Dave Davies (as chorus and Flash)

And the closing track is, unfortunately, one of the weaker songs on the album. Very much like the track Preservation itself, this seems to have been written as a deliberate attempt at aping the sound of the Who, but with extra female backing vocals.

Musically, it sounds like an outtake from Tommy, but the lyrics are about Davies’ old bugbear of compulsory purchase, and urban areas being regenerated into ‘a row of identical boxes’.

Unfortunately, much as I’m not a fan of property developers in general, the combination of bludgeoning, riffy, hard rock and town planning is not one that works very well, and Dave Davies’ impassioned scream of “Whaaa! Specifically designed for modern-day living!” may well be the most bathetic moment in the band’s catalogue up to this point.

Nonetheless, it sort-of works, mostly thanks to Dave Davies’ guitar playing, and it works as a bridge between act one and the much…odder…act two.

The Kinks’ Music — Everybody’s In Showbiz

Posted in music by Andrew Hickey on June 20, 2012

Everybody’s In Showbiz is possibly the most overlooked album from the Kinks’ early period. A rather odd double-album, the second disc is made up of live recordings, almost entirely of songs from the previous two albums (the CD reissue adds two 60s classics — Til The End Of The Day and She’s Bought A Hat Like Princess Marina — but other than the three cover versions dealt with below, the original live recording contained one song from Arthur, two from Lola vs Powerman and five from Muswell Hillbillies), while the consensus about the first disc, of new studio recordings, is that it is mostly a rock star whinging about how terrible the life of a rock star is, with the occasional song that sounds like an outtake from Muswell Hillbillies.

But while this consensus is, in fact, accurate, it slightly misses the point. Putting out a live album that is almost entirely devoid of hits is in itself a fairly odd thing to do, but to couple a live album with an album of songs about how awful touring is — songs that if one has any empathy for the singer sap any semblance of joy from the live recordings that follow — has to be a deliberate artistic statement.

And while almost every rock musician of the 70s released an album about how awful life on the road was, the life of the Kinks at the time was truly awful. Dave Davies had recently had a breakdown — what sounds from his later descriptions like a psychotic episode lasting a few months — and communication between the two brothers was so bad at the time that thirty years later Ray Davies claimed not to be aware it had happened. Meanwhile, the band had by the time of this album been obsessively touring the USA for three years, trying to slowly rebuild the audience they’d lost there in 1965, and Ray and Rasa Davies’ marriage was coming to an unhappy end, leading to another in Ray Davies’ increasingly frequent bouts of mental illness.

What we get, as a result, is an album that is almost entirely about dissociation — about having no emotional connections to either one’s environment or to the surrounding people. Sometimes this makes the songs come off as affectless and difficult to empathise with, but at other times there’s a surprising beauty to the songs, although they remain in the simple style of Muswell Hillbillies, with little musical invention when compared to Davies’ work from 1966 through 69.

(This review will primarily deal with the studio songs, only looking at the live cover versions that don’t appear elsewhere.)

Studio

Here Comes Yet Another Day
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

In what sounds almost like an overture to the album, like a curtain is rising, Ray Davies here sings about the grinding monotony of the touring life, with lyrics that have little rhythmic variation but come so fast that lines overlap, over a clomping rock beat and what amounts to a single chord (in the middle eight the guitar very briefly throws in a passing IV chord a couple of times, and goes to V before the change back to the verse, but otherwise the entire thing is all on a single I chord).

It succeeds all too well in conveying the dullness and repetition of touring, as even at only 3:30 it seems a good minute and a half too long.

Maximum Consumption
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

This is one of several songs on the album that seem obsessed with food. In this case, over a harmonically simple backing very much in the Muswell Hillbillies mode, Davies talks about food (specifically American food — clam chowder, beef steak on rye, pumpkin pie and so on are foods that Davies would only have been eating on tour in the US) as fuel, and himself as a machine that needs refuelling — “I’m a maximum consumption, non-stop machine/Total automation, perpetual motion.”

Even the sexual innuendo here (“I’m so easy to drive, and I’m an excellent ride”) is all about the body as machine.

In the context of the album as a whole, then, this is another song about detachment — the focus in this, as in several songs on the album, is on the functions of the body rather than the mind inside it. After becoming detached from his home country and the people around him, the protagonist of the song (who in this case, as with much of the album, we probably can identify with Davies in a way we can’t always with earlier songs) is starting to think of his body, too, as something other, something separate that’s moving around independently of his wishes, a machine that requires food and sex.

Unreal Reality
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

Musically, this song is not one of Davies’ best — he’s continuing here (and on much of the rest of the album) his Muswell Hillbillies habit of writing with only standard rock & roll changes, and his ideas are wearing thin. This song is almost entirely made up of just I, IV and V chords (with one brief move to ii, on the line “Because they can touch it, it’s gotta be reality”) and sounds like it was written by a computer asked to generate a Muswell Hillbillies-esque song.

Lyrically, though, this is the most disturbing of all the songs on the album, and really the lyrical key to the entire thing. This could almost have been written by a Philip K Dick protagonist, and portrays someone getting more and more detached from reality. Normal Kinks targets (the businessman in his suit and tie who seems like he’s made of plastic) merge with the strange environment of a foreign country, with its towering buildings that “reach…right up to the clouds”, and convince our narrator that he’s in an unreal world.

Here Muswell Hillbillies‘ longing for ‘authenticity’ has turned sour — our narrator is convinced that the ‘inauthentic’ experiences he’s having are literally, not metaphorically, unreal. He’s so detached from his surroundings that he worries they’re hallucinations.

Hot Potatoes
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray and Dave Davies

A five-chord song, the most harmonically complex thing we’ve had so far, though still rudimentary compared to the band’s pre-RCA work (this time with a guitar line that seems to be parodying George Harrison’s guitar on My Sweet Lord and a piano part that sounds like it was inspired by the Small Faces’ Lazy Sunday), this is another one that makes the connection between appetite for food and sexual appetites, as the protagonist’s wife won’t ‘satisfy his appetites’ with anything other than hot potatoes unless he goes out to work.

The lyrics are confused and don’t make much literal sense, but again there’s an emphasis on the carnal, on the needs of the body, as the relationship between the protagonist and his wife is deteriorating.

Sitting In My Hotel
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

Easily the best song on the album, this is a piano-based ballad with a simple chord structure and a return of the fragmented descending basslines that Davies had used so effectively in earlier songs. The descending bassline clearly makes Davies think of baroque music, and so we have some lovely fanfare-like baroque trumpet playing from Mike Cotton over the top.

Musically the song sounds like an experiment in writing musical theatre (something the song comments on itself, with the line about “writing songs for old-time vaudeville revues”), and has a lot in common with the more singer-songwriter end of glam — it could easily fit on David Bowie’s Hunky Dory album, for example.

Lyrically, once again this is about alienation — being away from one’s friends and acting in a way that doesn’t feel natural. The protagonist wonders what his friends back home would think if they could see him “Dressing up in my bow tie/Prancing round the room like some outrageous poof” (Davies has an unfortunate tendency to associate homosexuality, theatricality and artificiality, even as he is ambivalent about the first, fond of the second, and scathing about the last).

The whole thing paints a touching picture of someone trying to hold on to his old values and use them to re-evaluate a life that seems to have gone horribly wrong.

Motorway
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

A fun track, this is actually the second-best comedy country song about how bad motorway service station food is of the 1970s [FOOTNOTE The best, of course, being Watford Gap by Roy Harper] — a subject close to the hearts (and stomachs) of many touring bands then and now. Based on one chord for the most part (expanding to four chords for the middle eight), this features some nice country guitar picking in a bluegrass style, while John Dalton’s bass part is clearly influenced by Marshall Grant’s simple tic-toc root/fifth parts on Johnny Cash’s records.

Once again, though, this is a song about detachment from one’s normal life, travelling and thinking only in terms of basic bodily functions — eating cold meat pies, using filthy toilets and sleeping in cheap hotels. Davies, here, is living a life in which every sense is being battered and he’s being ground down, and once again he’s trying to reach out to anyone from his home life — “Mama oh mama, my dear Suzi too, This motorway message is sent just for you.”

You Don’t Know My Name
Writer:
Dave Davies
Lead Vocalist: Dave Davies

A welcome return of Dave Davies as a songwriter, after two albums on which he didn’t have a single song, this is another song about dissociation and travelling, done in a country-rock style that sounds spookily like Ronnie Lane’s songs for The Faces (which featured Rod Stewart, an old schoolmate of the Davies brothers who had briefly sung in a band with them in the very early 60s), but with an incongruous jazz-folk flute part that makes this one of the most interestingly-arranged tracks on the album.

Supersonic Rocket Ship
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

The Kinks’ last UK hit single of the 1970s, this reached number 16. Musically, it’s an attempt to rewrite Apeman, but actually has a far more convincing calypsonian feel to it than the earlier song did, with an arrangement that puts the country dobro sound Dave Davies has been using for much of the last two albums up against a convincingly Trinidadian-sounding horn section and steel drums.

Unfortunately, Ray Davies uses his comedy Caribbean accent for most of the song, as it would be quite lovely otherwise. In this song about escaping from pressures, the ‘supersonic rocket ship’ here plays much the same role that the train to heaven does in older spirituals. But unlike almost everything else on the album, here Davies is looking outward — he’s offering to ‘take you on a little trip/my supersonic ship’s at your disposal if you’d be so inclined’, making an offer rather than trying to persuade, and to someone else rather than looking inward.

And it’s a generous-spirited offer, too — an offer of a trip to a world where no-one shall be enslaved by poverty or conformity (“On my supersonic rocket ship, nobody has to be hip,nobody needs to be out of sight/Nobody’s gonna travel second class, there’ll be equality and no suppression of minorities”). Davies had always hated the pressure to conform to what was considered cool, as far back as Dedicated Follower Of Fashion, and here he explicitly places that kind of conformism on a par with the other kinds that the hip, then and now, were happier with him satirising.

There’s probably a slight element of sexual double-entendre to the lyrics, but it’s very slight, and for the most part this should be taken sincerely as being about a desire to escape — but in a more generous, open-hearted way than many of Davies’ more misanthropic songs.

So it’s a shame that with the misjudged vocal he turned what could have been one of his best songs into a novelty number, but there’s still substance here if you listen for it.

Look A Little On The Sunny Side
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

Utterly different from anything else on the album, this is arranged primarily for the horn section and is vastly more harmonically complex than the rest of the record, with descending basslines, drone notes held at the top of the horn stack and so on leading to chords like a VIaug going to iv with a VIb in the bass.

It’s also practically the Kinks’ only real excursion into a music-hall style. The term ‘music hall’ gets applied to the band all the time by lazy rock journalists, but in truth almost none of the band’s songs have any real relationship to any of the many styles that were performed in the music halls — the songs that usually get labelled that way tend to have more in common with the songs written for comedy revues by people like Flanders & Swann than with the working-class music hall tradition.

This, on the other hand, could easily fit on a bill with actual music-hall songs like I Do Like To Be Beside The Seaside or I Live In Trafalgar Square, at least musically. Lyrically, it’s a different matter — while the title is definitely one that fits the style, the song is actually about not letting bad reviews of your music get you down.

This song is, lyrically, pretty much thoroughly defended against any kind of critique, because it argues that no matter what kind of songs you write, a critic will always say it’s not as good as your older stuff or that you should work in a different style. Therefore, I won’t say anything about the lyrics — anything I could say about them, good or bad, they’ve already pre-empted.

Celluloid Heroes
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

And the studio part of the album finishes with this, one of the Kinks’ most-loved songs. Unfortunately, I have to be a bit of a contrarian here, and say that I simply don’t see what the fuss is about with this one. At six minutes and twenty-two seconds, it’s at least three minutes too long for the limited musical ideas.

It’s overblown and bombastic, and seems to my ears like an unsuccessful rewrite of Oklahoma, USA that Davies has for some reason tried to turn into Hey Jude instead. All the real emotion of the earlier song has been replaced with cloying sentiment, and it’s very much of a piece with Elton John’s Candle In The Wind, with its expressions of pity for the lives of film stars from the golden age of Hollywood.

Fundamentally, I can’t see the appeal of this song, but this may well be a fault with me — to most Kinks fans this is the band’s last true classic.

Live

Mr. Wonderful
Writer:
Jerry Bock, George David Weiss and Larry Holofcener
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

A thirty-second live snippet of a song from a musical, made famous by Peggy Lee, with Davies putting on an exaggerated crooner voice.

Banana Boat Song
Writer:
Irving Burgie and William Attaway
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

A brief one-minute run-through of part of the traditional calypso song.

Baby Face
Writer:
Harry Akst and Benny Davis
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

A return to the Mike Cotton Sound’s trad jazz roots, with a cover of the 1926 Al Jolson song, done in an approximation of the style of Louis Prima.

The Kinks’ Music — Muswell Hillbillies

Posted in music by Andrew Hickey on June 11, 2012

The Kinks’ first album for RCA Records is perhaps the last one that can be seen as an unalloyed artistic success. While the Kinks, and Ray and Dave Davies as solo artists, would occasionally produce great work after this point, usually the quality of the work was in inverse proportion to its artistic ambitions. Where Ray Davies came up with long, complex, narrative works, these fell flat, but the band could still create great pop songs as late as the mid-1980s and Come Dancing.

Muswell Hillbillies
, on the other hand, has a unity of theme and form that makes the album as a whole work better than the individual songs on it. While not a ‘concept album’ in the sense that many of the band’s later works would be, it is an album that has a definite theme, with every aspect of the record subordinate to it.

This is the most political work that Ray Davies ever created, and I have to say upfront that while sympathetic to many of the concerns in the album, it’s from a different point-of-view from my own, and that will necessarily come out in my reaction to the record. Davies’ argument (insofar as it’s a coherent argument rather than a set of contradictory emotional reactions) in this album is that eccentricity and difference are being crushed by an excessively interfering government, and by social planning that destroys communities.

While I can agree with that, my viewpoint is fundamentally liberal, while Davies’ argument appears to be a reactionary one — that all attempts to change people’s lives are necessarily for the worst, and that the old ways were always the best. Davies then contrasts the shattered, depressed lives of the British working classes with a rose-tinted view of the USA as filtered through film and TV, implicitly arguing that Britain in the early 1970s had had all its spirit crushed, to the point where even its dreams had to be imported from elsewhere.

For Britons of Davies’ generation, America had a totemic power it perhaps lacks today. While Britain went through austerity and rationing in the 1950s, when Davies was a small boy, and much of the landscape had been devastated by bombing during the Second World War, America was experiencing unprecedented prosperity, and this was never more evident than in its cultural exports. From the UK, it was very easy to ignore the horrors of segregation, the pressures to conform, and the growth of what President Eisenhower referred to as “the military-industrial complex”, and see a country that was youthful, energetic and growing, while Britain appeared to be in terminal decline.

Musically, the album reflects this with its use of very British versions of American musical idioms. At its base this is a country album, but it’s overlaid with trad jazz, courtesy of the latest additions to the band’s line-up, The Mike Cotton Sound [FOOTNOTE The Mike Cotton Sound started out as trad jazz group The Mike Cotton Jazzmen in the 1950s, before becoming a beat group and later a soul group in the 1960s (Jim Rodford, the bass player with this line-up, would become the Kinks' bass player from 1978 to 1996, between being a member of Argent and of The Zombies). By this point, though, Cotton had dropped the rhythm section and vocalists from his band, becoming solely a horn section.].

Trad jazz is an odd musical form, which had enjoyed a brief flowering of popularity in Britain in the 1950s and early 60s. It was an attempt to slavishly recreate the music of 1920s jazzmen like Sidney Bechet and Bix Beiderbecke, but much like the later British blues bands (many of whom had their roots in trad bands) it grew into something distinct, with only a nodding similarity to its influences. Musicians like Humphrey Lyttleton, Acker Bilk and Chris Barber had been huge stars in the UK while the Davies brothers were children (and indeed Ray Davies’ first paying musical work was as a guitarist in a trad band) and so trad jazz perfectly encapsulated the album’s themes — a rather shabby British attempt to imitate the past glories of the US, itself now almost forgotten, but one which nevertheless had a power of its own.

The album also features a chorus of female backing vocalists — and like the Mike Cotton Sound, this would be added to the band for both tours and records over the next few years.

Unfortunately, while this album is much better than Lola Vs Powerman, it had no standout singles like Lola or Apeman, and it essentially marked the end of the Kinks’ career as a commercial force in their home country, even as they were slowly getting noticed in the US.

The Album

20th Century Man
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

The opening track sets out the blatantly reactionary tone of the album most clearly. Over a lumbering acoustic- and slide-guitar riff similar to the music the Rolling Stones were recording at the same time, Davies denounces the twentieth century and the very notion of progress, saying “You keep all your smart modern writers, give me William Shakespeare”, attacking the welfare state for “rul[ing] by bureaucracy”, and blaming the government for taking away his privacy and liberty.

Now, one’s reaction to this song will be almost entirely based on to what extent one agrees with Davies’ complaints, and I can sympathise with some of them, especially the concern for individual liberties (and if Davies thought that the early 1970s were a time when civil liberties were being eroded, what must he have made of the ensuing few decades?) but I also think it’s far easier to criticise the welfare state if you’ve lived your entire life with the knowledge that free healthcare and unemployment benefits were available to you if you needed them, than it was for the generation before Davies’, who had to fight for these things.

Possibly the line that sums the song up the most is “Whatever happened to the green pleasant fields of Jerusalem?” — Davies agrees with William Blake that industrialisation has a demeaning, degrading effect on people, but where Blake’s poem was a revolutionary call to arms — “I will not cease from mental fight/Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand/Til we have built Jerusalem/In England’s green and pleasant land” — Davies’ song is more of a Daily Mail leader.

However, we must not necessarily assume that this song represents Davies’ views exactly — the first few songs on the album, at least, seem to be connected and in character, sung by someone who, like the Mr Pilgrim of Lewis’ essay, is driven mad by a compulsory purchase order against his home, something that encapsulates the themes of the album, both an attachment to place and a resentment of unfeeling bureaucracy.

20th Century Man was released as a US-only single, in a much tighter edit (with two minutes lopped off the running time) but did not make the Hot 100.

Acute Schizophrenia Paranoia Blues
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

And here we see Davies lightly (self-?)mocking the obsessions of the previous song’s narrator. Over a honky-tonk background that sounds almost like the Lovin’ Spoonful, with some lovely touches from the new horn section, Davies repeats the complaints of the previous song (“the income tax collector’s got his beady eye on me” and “the man from the Social Security keeps invading my privacy”) but here the previous song’s passing mention of being “a paranoid schizoid product of the twentieth century” becomes the theme of the entire song. Along with the bureaucrats, the milkman, grocer and woman next door are all watching the narrator, who has been diagnosed with “acute schizophrenia disease”.

While the song is done with a light touch, it’s actually a rather scarily accurate portrayal of mental illness. I worked on a psychiatric ward for several years, and one patient, who fancied himself a songwriter, wrote songs which are very, very close to this, both in the expression of paranoia and the self-mocking acknowledgement that these are symptoms of illness rather than events in the real world.

Given Davies’ own well-publicised mental problems, one wonders just how tongue-in-cheek this actually is…

Holiday
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

One of the best things on the album, this seems to be written from the same point-of-view as the previous two songs. A superficially cheery song about a holiday, sung by Davies with a cigar in his mouth, this becomes darker when you realise the narrator has been “sent away” on his holiday, rather than having gone voluntarily. Given the protestations (“I don’t need no sedatives to pull me round/I don’t need no sleeping pills to help me sleep sound”) and the narrator’s claim that he “had to leave the city ‘cos it nearly broke me down”, maybe this “holiday” is to some kind of beach-side hospital.

The narrator tries to make the most of a holiday which sounds like most of my experiences of beach-side holidays (“lying on the beach with my back burned rare/And the salt gets in my blisters and the sand gets in my hair/And the sea’s an open sewer…”) but he’s clearly distressed and lonely.

Musically, as well as in the device of the unreliable narrator, this seems to owe a lot to some of Randy Newman’s music, with the simple chord sequence (most of the songs on this album are far more harmonically simplistic than those on earlier albums) played on piano with horn backing having a very New Orleans feel.

Skin And Bone
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

A wonderful little song, this seems to have started as a parody of the Newbeats’ Bread and Butter, which has a near-identical chord sequence (both songs have a I-V-I-V chorus in G, though Skin And Bone’s verse also has a IV chord and a passing IV# which aren’t in the earlier track) and whose lyrics (“I like bread and butter/I like toast and jam…She don’t cook mashed potato/She don’t cook T-bone steak”) are very close to those of this song (“She don’t eat no mashed potatoes/She don’t eat no buttered scones”). The similarity is most pronounced on the choruses, when there is a falsetto harmony, low in the mix, which sounds very like the Newbeats’ vocalist. Davies has combined that song with a touch of the old spiritual Dem Dry Bones to create this song.

Lyrically, the song is a paen to what is now referred to as Health At Every Size, telling of a woman (“fat flabby Annie”) who was “incredibly big and weighed about sixteen stone” before being put on a diet by “a fake dietician”. The result? “She used to be so cuddly…but oh what a sin, now she’s oh so thin” and she’s “living on the edge of starvation”, has “lost all the friends she had” and “looks like skin and bone” and “looks as if she’s ready to die”.

It may seem that this song has little to do with the wider political themes of the album, but in fact it fits them very well. The diet is portrayed as a new-fangled foreign import (Annie’s also started to “do the meditation and yoga”), and the subtext is that one should remain true to oneself, not go trying to change, and especially not try to change to be more like a foreigner.

Alcohol
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

Musically a beautiful mixture of hard rock and Kurt Weill, this song tells the story of an adulterous, drunken wife-beater and blaming every problem in his life on the women rather than on him. The Weillesque music manages to put this lyric in inverted commas, enough that it is clear that even though the song has a third-person narrator, he is still singing from the protagonist’s point of view.

Davies’ own relationship with the ‘demon alcohol’ apparently informed this song. Davies is apparently a very light drinker, but alcohol affects him very badly thanks to the pain medication he takes for his bad back. Unsurprisingly, then, the alcohol in this song is more like a force of nature than something that people willingly consume.

Complicated Life
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

Of all the songs on the album, this is the one that speaks to me, at least, the most. A simple three-chord country blues song with some nice slide guitar from Dave Davies (whose slide guitar tone is incredibly similar to his singing voice), this is one of the few songs on the album that look at the downside to the anti-modernist attitude Ray Davies takes for most of the record.

Our protagonist visits the doctor, complaining of “a pain in my neck, a pain my heart, and a pain in my chest”, and is told he’s ill from the stress caused by the complications of modern life, and that he needs to simplify his life considerably.

So far, so standard Ray Davies, but here the protagonist stops seeing women, drinking, going to work, exercising or doing anything else that causes him stress. And the result? He becomes unemployed and unemployable, has no food, has bills he can’t pay, and is more stressed than he was to start with.

It’s one of the few laugh-out-loud songs on the album, and one of even fewer to acknowledge that “the simple life” is not a panacea — and that makes the almost suicidal chorus of “life is overrated…got to get away from the complicated life” all the more easy to relate to. Yes, 20th (and 21st) century life is hard — but it’s hard precisely because the alternatives are even harder so we’re trapped in it.

In this song, by acknowledging that while he can see a problem he can’t necessarily see the solution, Davies redeems the album — it’s not just a political polemic for a return to an imagined golden age, but a work of art that’s trying to engage with the complexities of the real world.

Here Come The People In Grey
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

Musically, this is a chugging 12-bar blues in C, patterned after the work of bands like Canned Heat (the lead guitar part references their Let’s Work Together), with little to distinguish it.

Lyrically, it’s a story of one man’s descent into madness, except that he’s not going to be taken away by “the men in white coats”, but by the more sinister, because duller, “people in grey”.

Our protagonist’s house is scheduled for demolition by the government (a recurring nightmare of the middle class Englishman in the mid-twentieth century — see the first episode of The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide To The Galaxy, or the Mr Pilgrim referenced earlier). And like all good liberals he doesn’t want to fill in a load of forms that the government are forcing him to fill in in order to legitimise this destruction.

But his response is to go and live in a tent with his “baby”, refuse to pay any rent or rates, and to take a gun with him to use against any policemen. Once again we see Davies’ main theme in this album — that the impersonal forces of bureaucracy are putting so much pressure on anyone who wants to be an individual that they’re likely to snap mentally.

Having not lived through this time period myself, I can’t say if that was actually the way things seemed in the early 70s, but while this is nowadays the lament of the Daily Mail reader, it does seem to have been a common complaint right across the political spectrum in the 70s and 80s (see the aforementioned Hitch-Hiker’s Guide, Terry Gilliam’s marvellous film Brazil, the work of scriptwriter Robert Holmes, Yes, Minister and so on — the perception was of a world governed by unimaginative little men who would gladly cut bits off people in order to make them fit the box they were meant to fit into).

Have A Cuppa Tea
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

One of the slightest songs on the album, this is very much a cousin of Harry Rag, this time singing the praises of tannin rather than nicotine. For most of the song it’s a three chord paen to the healing properties of tea (“It’s a cure for chronic insomnia/It’s a cure for water on the knee”), but it once again quotes another song (a recurring motif in this album is the reuse of bits of old popular songs), Sugartime (a hit in the US for The McGuire Sisters, but Davies probably knew either Alma Cogan’s UK hit version or Johnny Cash’s cover version). The “tea in the morning, tea in the evening” bit is a direct quote from the “sugar in the morning, sugar in the evening” refrain of the earlier song.

This is Davies trying to go back to the style he was using on Something Else and Face To Face, for the last time for many years, but it doesn’t really work — at that time he was concentrating on sophistication in his music and lyrics, while this is an album that generally eschews artifice in favour of emotional honesty.

Holloway Jail
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

A dark story song in the tradition of Big Black Smoke, this tells how the protagonist’s girlfriend fell in with a ‘spiv’ who framed her for a crime he’d committed. Musically, it’s a rewrite of the old blues song St James’ Infirmary, but with an incongruous line from the Everly Brothers’ Bye Bye Love (written by Felice and Boudleaux Bryant) thrown in — compare the lines “She was a lady, when she went in” and “She was my baby, til he stepped in”.

Oklahoma USA
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

An absolutely lovely song, based around a repeating piano figure that almost acts as a drone, this ties together all the themes of the album in one beautiful, simple song — the monotony of British working-class life, and the dream of the America of films (and particularly in this case the America of film musicals) as the closest thing to a dream of heaven permitted in a society where even dreams are commercialised.

It’s just a touching little song about a woman who dreams of being “in Oklahoma U.S.A./With Shirley Jones and Gordon McRea”, but it’s quite, quite beautiful. There’s almost no harmonic movement in the main piano part (which for the most part plays simple arpeggios in A, D or E) but there’s a lot more implied in the interplay of the various instruments and the vocal lines — just as there’s more implied than said in the lyrics. The repeated line “All life we work but work is a bore,/If life’s for living then what’s living for?” in this context is absolutely heartbreaking.

On the next album, Davies would return to this theme in Celluloid Heroes, widely regarded as one of his best songs, but that song sounds like a less-good attempt at writing this, the emotional heart of this album.

Beautiful.

Uncle Son
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

Another simple three-chord song, this one is about the Davies’ brothers’ uncle Son, who was apparently an active socialist, but one who felt let down by leaders of all sorts.

While this album is conservative, by the definition used in this very song — “Liberals dream of equal rights/Conservatives live in a world gone by/Socialists preach of a promised land” — it’s a very strange, anti-authoritarian conservatism. Nowhere else I can think of would one get the reactionary overall feel of this album coupled with a chorus like “Bless you uncle Son/they won’t forget you when the revolution comes”.

With a verse like “Unionists tell you when to strike/Generals tell you when to fight/Preachers teach you wrong from right,/They’ll feed you when you’re born, and use you all your life”, Davies seems, in sentiment if not in satiric skill, to be writing from much the same type of anger as Jonathan Swift — as Orwell described it in Politics vs Literature, “Politically, Swift was one of those people who are driven into a sort of perverse Toryism by the follies of the progressive party of the moment.”

Davies seems to have a real anger against authority, to be almost physically pained by the destruction of working-class communities, and over and again in this album talk of revolution or armed insurrection comes up. Yet in the end (as we see especially in Complicated Life) he feels this is hopeless — the revolution is just another dead end, and all that is left is a retreat into the past, or into dreams.

Which is not a position I can agree with, but it’s one with which I can definitely sympathise.

Muswell Hillbilly
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

And we end with yet another three-chord song (actually six chords, but only because there’s a key change up a tone after the first chorus), this time seeing the slum clearances (when people were moved out of rough, often dilapidated or war-damaged, poverty-stricken areas of inner cities into newer suburban or small-town areas which quickly became even worse to live in than the original slums) as an attempt “to build a computerised community”, but our narrator vows “they’ll never make a zombie out of me”.

Meanwhile, the narrator’s “heart lies in old West Virginia” — while he’s never been to America, he sees the America of the cinema, and particularly the Wild West, as a symbol for the freedom that is being denied those who are being “put…in identical little boxes”.


Bonus Tracks

Mountain Woman
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

Another song with vaguely calypso rhythm, a la Apeman, but performed more in the style of Creedence Clearwater Revival, this isn’t a particularly good song, but probably should have made it to the album proper anyway. That’s because it paints America, the promised land of so many songs on the album, as being exactly like the Britain he described in the other songs — here a couple who live in the mountains have their home taken from them by the government so they can build a hydroelectric power station, and get moved to the thirty-first floor of an apartment block.

Kentucky Moon
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

This song has more chords in it than almost the entire rest of the album, and shows that Davies was making a very deliberate choice to limit himself harmonically. While it’s a sloppy performance, which sounds like a quick demo, the combination of Dave Davies’ slide guitar against the ninth chords in the piano is very effective.

The lyrics are possibly slightly too literal — “Never been to Kalamazoo/Never been to Timbuktu…Making up tunes in hotel rooms/’bout places I’ve never been to” — and they make the themes of the album a little too explicit, but it’s still a decent song.

If I’ve apparently given short shrift to many of these songs, it’s because as individual songs they don’t all stand up especially well — this is a much, much simpler set of songs than anything the band had done in years, and musically is much like the “back to our roots” sound that had dominated 1968-9 with albums like John Wesley Harding and the Beatles’ Get Back project. As ever, the Kinks were just a little behind the times. There’s a lot less to say about a three-chord blues song than there is about something as artfully constructed as, say, Autumn Almanac.

But that doesn’t mean that Ray Davies had lost his talent — this is meant to be heard as an album, not as a set of individual songs, and the cumulative effect of the album makes it much better than the sum of its parts. Other than the Something Else/Village Green/Arthur trilogy, this may be the best album the Kinks ever made.

The Kinks’ Music: Percy

Posted in music by Andrew Hickey on May 16, 2012

The Kinks’ final album for Pye Records is one that is literally impossible to listen to in the correct context, because that correct context has never existed. It was written as the soundtrack for the film Percy, an alleged comedy about a penis transplant starring Hywel Bennet and Britt Ekland, and so as programmatic music it should be listened to in the context of the film. Except that Ray Davies stormed out of the film’s premiere because his music had been so chopped up by the film’s makers, so clearly what made it to the film is not what Davies intended.

So the best we can do is to judge the album on its own merits, except that the music was never primarily intended as an album, and so much of the music doesn’t really work as a separate listening experience either.

Possibly the best thing for a listener who wants a good musical experience is to listen to just the highlights from the album. The songs God’s Children, The Way Love Used To Be, Moments and Dreams were released as an EP, and that EP is as good as anything the Kinks were doing around this time. The best of this music is better than the best of Lola Vs Powerman, but it’s surrounded by instrumental filler.

That said, even the filler is perfectly listenable for the most part — it’s just not interesting, either as music or as a stage in the Kinks’ artistic development.

For these reasons, this will be the shortest of these essays by some way. It’s a shame, though, that Davies didn’t get to have his work treated with enough respect that we could hear what it sounded like in its proper context.

The Album

God’s Children
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

Generally considered the highlight of the album, God’s Children is one of Davies’ return-to-nature songs, this time arguing that “we are all God’s children” and that “Man…didn’t make you and he didn’t make me/And he’s got no right to turn us into machines.”

Musically, this is very Dylanesque, with a simple I-IV-V chorus, and verses that aren’t much more complex, and a string section essentially acting as a pad in much the same way Dylan would use a Hammond organ.

It’s not a completely thought-out song, but there’s an emotional honesty to the track that makes it work.

Lola
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: instrumental

This, on the other hand, really doesn’t work at all. A nearly five-minute instrumental version of the band’s recent hit, performed in the pseudo-funk style that is stereotypically used in 70s porn films, all chittering hi-hat and mildly distorted guitars, but with the vocal melody stated by a Hammond organ in a way that sounds incongruously like the work of Reggie Dixon.

The Way Love Used To Be
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

A rather lovely little ballad, this is by far the best thing on the album, and is also far better than anything on Lola Vs Powerman. Based around a simple fingerpicked folk-style acoustic guitar part, doubled by piano, but with a string section that has some of the best orchestral arrangements of any Kinks album, dominated by cellos, with a very thin, barely audible, violin line at the top, this is musically simple, play-in-a-day stuff, but it’s the right kind of simple. This could easily have fit onto Colin Blunstone’s One Year, which is praise as high as it comes.

Davies’ marriage was going through a rough patch at this time, and this song about wanting to get away from the cares of the world and “talk about the way love used to be” is the work of a man who desperately wants to fix what is broken. This is possibly the best Kinks song of the post-60s era, and doesn’t really admit of much analysis — it works so well because of its simplicity.

Completely
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: instrumental

A ditchwater-dull blues instrumental based loosely on the melody of Amazing Grace, this plods along for three minutes and thirty-nine seconds of nothingness.

Running Around Town
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: instrumental

A nice little fragment, this starts as a rather frenetic, jug-bandish reworking of the melodic theme from God’s Children, performed on acoustic guitar and harmonica, before easing into a slow, arpeggiated, guitar/piano/harmonica fade.

Moments
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

Stylistically rather odd, this is a mix between French chanson and the kind of 70s divorce rock that one expects to hear sung by a jumpsuited Elvis, occasionally hitting on something that sounds almost like Jake Thackray.

Based around the old Davies trick of the descending scalar bassline, this seems not properly thought out, an emotional expression (a confessional about his failing marriage — “I said I’d never do you wrong but then I go and do the same again/I don’t know why”) that hasn’t been completely fitted into the formal structure of the pop song. Unfortunately, Davies’ overly-mannered vocal here distances that emotion enough that the song doesn’t quite come off, but it’s a brave effort.

Animals In The Zoo
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

A three-chord rocker based loosely on a Bo Diddley beat, but with Davies doing his Carribean accent again, this is another of Davies’ songs about needing to get back to nature — “You’re locked up but I’m on the loose/But I can’t quite tell who’s looking at who/Because I’m an animal too”. It’s the kind of thing you’d write if you wanted to write something that sounded a bit like early 70s Kinks, and is catchy enough, but tellingly wasn’t included on the EP of the better material from the album.

Just Friends
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

One of the strangest, and strongest, things on the album, this shows the growing influence of Kurt Weill on Davies’ songwriting — an influence which would come to dominate the Preservation album.

Starting with a statement of the melody, played presumably on a celesta, but sounding like a music box, this waltz-time piece then goes into a speak-sung Weimar cabaret style performance, alternating between Davies singing, backed by strings, and a tinkling solo harpsichord answering Davies’ phrases.

In this section, Davies sings in a light, pre-war vocal style, with lyrics that show the character he is playing is trying to reassure but is very, very scary — “I shall not molest you, I shan’t rape your brain”. He then takes on a slightly less sinister persona, this time in a comically vibrato voice reminiscent of Rudy Valee, to repeat the same sentiments over a faster-moving string part.

The track then moves into a baroque instrumental orchestration of the main theme (though perhaps with too simple a string part to have the true baroque feel), led by a harpsichord. The whole thing feels curiously like the work Randy Newman was to do a year or so later, both in the orchestral style and in the use of the unreliable, creepy narrator.

Whip Lady
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: instrumental

Forty seconds of rather interesting minimalist music built up from several layered piano parts playing simple repeating motifs in 6/8 (with a guitar and bass coming in toward the end), followed by forty seconds of loud rock music with some technically impressive drumming.

Dreams
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: Ray Davies

The most complex song on the album in terms of structure, this is still a comparatively weak song by Davies’ standards.

We start with a verse over slow arpeggiated keyboads (based around I and V7 chords with the occasional IV thrown in), doubled with acoustic guitar as on several other tracks around this time. The second verse, following immediately after, is the same melody and chord sequence, but over a sluggish, grinding, rock riff.

There then follows a quick drum fill, leading into a slow ten-bar keyboard solo, based around yet another descending scalar bassline, with a feel that seems to be going for Bach, but is let down by a guitar- and drum-heavy mix.

We then get a seven-bar chorus, with a IV-I chord sequence underpinned by another descending scalar bassline, before suddenly going into an instrumental break consisting of slowly arpeggiated I-IV-V-I chords played by a piano with an organ pad.

We then get a heavy rock version of the verse, a second chorus, another verse, then seven bars of the arpeggios, played at twice the earlier speed, on harpsichord, before the heavy rock style comes in for one final verse and then a repetition of the verse riff to fade.

The song shows some of the ambition of a Shangri-La or Autumn Almanac in its arrangement and construction, but alas has a paucity of musical ideas, and outstays its welcome.

Helga
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: instrumental

A generically “Meditteranean” instrumental, with wordless vocals from Davies, this features Spanish guitar and what sounds like a bouzouki, playing a 6/8 melody that owes something to the theme from Zorba The Greek, El Paso and to The Last Waltz.

Willesden Green
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: John Dalton

This is notable as the only track in the Kinks’ entire career to have a lead vocal by a band member other than one of the Davies brothers, as John Dalton performs what seems to be an inept (probably deliberately so) attempt at an Elvis impression.

The song itself is a parody of Detroit City, a country song by Bobby Bare that had been a UK top ten hit for Tom Jones in 1967, and has the same melody and, like Detroit City, a lyric about missing one’s hometown when far away and wanting to get a train back, including a recitative section in the middle.

The joke of the song is that while the singer in Detroit City lives in Detroit and misses the cotton fields of the South, the singer in Willesden Green has only moved as far as Fulham and Golders Green from his home area of Willesden (all three of these areas are within a handful of miles from each other, all within London).

This combination of country music and focusing on a specific area of London would be used more seriously on the band’s next album, Muswell Hillbillies, but here it’s just played for laughs.

God’s Children – The End
Writer:
Ray Davies
Lead Vocalist: instrumental

Twenty-seven seconds of reprise of the opening track, with the melody played on an acoustic guitar, closes what is the least interesting Kinks album up to this point.

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