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This Week’s Spotify Playlist – Jake Thackray, Sparks, Bob Lind, Wild Man Fischer

Posted in Uncategorized by Andrew Hickey on August 31, 2009

For those of you who are uninterested in my increasingly recondite ramblings on comics, continuity, canon, quantum physics and Doctor Who, here’s some music

Incidentally, I lose track of what I have and haven’t included in these, but I hope there’s always enough new stuff to keep people interested…

Come To The Sunshine by Harper’s Bizarre is one of Van Dyke Parks’ early songwriting/production works, and a little soft-pop classic.

Soulful Dress by Sugar Pie Desanto is a Chess R&B track from the early 60s, about dressing up before going out.

Vox Wah Wah Ad by The Electric Prunes is just what it says it is – the Electric Prunes demonstrating the proper use of the wah-wah pedal.

It’s A Hard Business by Wild Man Fischer and Rosemary Clooney is… wait a second… let me say that again… by Wild Man Fischer and Rosemary Clooney. Yes, that Wild Man Fischer and that Rosemary Clooney. The homeless schizophrenic outsider musician and the jazz singer who starred in White Christmas and was George Clooney’s aunt. What will I find on Spotify next – Perry Como Sings Jandek?

Mrs Toad’s Cookies by Klaatu is from the last album by the Canadian band, who were most famous for writing Calling Occupants Of Interplanetary Craft and for many people thinking they were the Beatles in disguise. I can *sort of* see the Beatles similarity here – especially McCartney – but to be honest it sounds like a collaboration between Jeff Lynne and Mike Batt. Which is no bad thing…

Wild Man Fischer and Rosemary Clooney?!

Ahem… Lighten Up, Morrissey by Sparks is a message I think we can all agree with…

Wagons West by The National Pep is another one by my own band, but again I do actually think it’s a good song. I wrote the music, my friend Tilt wrote the words. Tilt sings and plays drums, I play all the other instruments and Laura Denison also sings.

The Father, The Son And The Friendly Ghost by The Native Shrubs Of The Santa Monica Mountains is a soft-pop/bluegrass song about Casper The Friendly Ghost, Abraham Lincoln and Trotsky, a Beach Boys-esque waltz-time middle eight (with a tiny hint of Zappa in the changes in the end) contrasting with a common-time banjo-plucking verse.

Living In Sin by Janet Klein is another of her naughty covers of songs from the early part of the last century.

Wild Man Fischer and Rosemary Clooney?

Eleanor by Bob Lind is a great little track from someone who’s mostly only known for the one song Elusive Butterfly. This one’s very, very Lee Hazelwood.

Havana Moon by Chuck Berry is one of the earliest knock-offs of Louie Louie, performed solo by Berry on guitar and vocals.

Misty Roses by Colin Blunstone is one I’m sure I’ve included in a playlist before, but it’s also absolutely gorgeous. A Tim Hardin cover, with a fantastic string arrangement, this is one of those tracks that everyone should own.

Don’t Fear The Reaper by The Beautiful South is a cover version of the Blue Oyster Cult song. I used to live round the corner from Paul Heaton, and he used to go to our local pub on quiz nights, but after my sisters started coming and blatantly gawping at him he stopped going (unsure if it was coincidence…)

On Again! On Again! by Jake Thackray has the greatest opening line of any song – “I love a good bum on a woman, it makes my day/To me it is palpable proof of God’s existence a posteriori“. Anyone who can make bilingual puns in Latin while doing Carry On style humour is all right with me. This song got Thackray pegged as a misogynist by many, who couldn’t see that it was just possibly tongue in cheek (lines like “Please understand that I love and admire the frailer sex/and I honour them every bit as much as the next/misogynist” were probably not meant to be taken entirely seriously…)

And Go Back by Crabby Appleton is a great glammed-up powerpop track, produced I think by Curt Boettcher (it certainly sounds like his work – it sounds like his songwriting as well, actually)

WILD MAN FISCHER AND ROSEMARY CLOONEY?!

This week’s spotify playlist

Posted in music by Andrew Hickey on April 20, 2009

Can be found here.

Hello, incidentally, to those of you who’ve come over to this site after a bunch of us used Twitter to do naughty swears on the Telegraph website, if any of you have stuck around.

Fill Your Heart by Tiny Tim is a cover of the Biff Rose song that was made famous by David Bowie’s version on Hunky Dory. I love Bowie’s version, but this is even better, with totally over-the-top orchestration. Marvellous.

Black Sheep by John C Reilly is a song my friend Tilt turned me on to this week (I wish he’d post his playlists somewhere – not only does he make me look like someone who only owns three albums, all Now That’s What I Call Music compilations, but he’s great at sequencing, being a DJ). This is from the film Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story, a comedy that’s far better than it looks, which I picked up on DVD on the basis of its stunning soundtrack album, where Reilly does songs by Mike Viola, Marshall Crenshaw and others in note-perfect imitation of Johnny Cash and Roy Orbison. But this is the standout – a Smile parody (though understandably it sounds closer to Song Cycle) written and arranged by Van Dyke Parks himself. Just stunning.

Odessa [City On The Black Sea] by The Bee Gees is from their masterpiece, Odessa. Recorded at the time when everyone was doing ‘their Sergeant Pepper‘, this album sounds like nothing so much as Syd Barret crossed with Smile-era Beach Boys. This song in particular is very Smile-like, especially the banjo sections. If Scott Walker, rather than the Bee Gees, had recorded this, it would be considered a great psych classic. It also fits remarkably well with the previous song, even down to the ‘black sheep’ reference…

Craise Finton Kirk by Johnny Young and Kompany is a great baroque pop song that Tilt linked me to. I know nothing more about it.

Clean Up Your Own Back Yard by Elvis Presley is a great little song from 1968, possibly Elvis’ best year – this is right on the cusp of his terrible films (and was actually recorded for one, The Trouble With Girls) and his comeback special, and is at a time when he’d started working with producer Fenton Jarvis and gone in a more swamp-blues direction, as shown by songs like Guitar Man and US Male. While Elvis did a *lot* of shit in the 60s, it was the time when his voice was at its best, and the best of his 60s stuff is definitely due a reappraisal – not only the later ‘Memphis’ stuff like this, but even some of the film music, and certainly the Elvis Is Back album…

Paper Chase by Richard Harris is a wonderful baroque-pop song by Jimmy Webb, incorporating little touches of Jesu, Joy Of Man’s Desiring, from the Macarthur Park album. It also has something of the same groove to it as the previous song, weirdly.

The Arrival Of The Queen Of Sheba by Handel is from a rather good baroque compilation that Tilt included a Purcell track from in a playlist. This isn’t as good as my favourite version of this, a performance by the Academy of St Martin-in-the-Fields conducted by Neville Mariner that I have on vinyl, but it’s always a lovely piece.

Pale And Precious by The Dukes Of Stratosphear, is from the Chips From The Chocolate Fireball anthology. The Dukes were really XTC, making an album and EP of 60s Brit-psych soundalikes (many of which were better than the bands they were pastiching/parodying). One of the few American bands they took off was the Beach Boys, with this gorgeous attempt at doing Smile in three minutes. Quite possibly the best song Andy Partridge ever wrote, at least musically, he doesn’t try here to replicate any Brian Wilson songwriting or production tics – it doesn’t sound like anything Brian Wilson had done before, although weirdly the ‘up she rises’ section sounds exactly like the bits that Andy Paley brought to his collaborations with Wilson (must be something about people called Andy P…) – but he uses his own songwriting strengths to try to do the same things that Wilson had tried to do, and succeeds admirably.

Rhapsody In Blue by Paul Whiteman is how this piece was meant to sound. Shortened to nine minutes to fit on to two sides of a 78RPM record, this is the original Ferd Grofe arrangement, recorded straight after the piece’s premiere, with Gershwin himself on piano. And it’s a hot jazz piece, rather than the more staid version that we’re used to. Absolutely extraordinary.

Busy Doin’ Nothin’ by The Beach Boys is my favourite song from one of my favourite albums, Friends. The lyrics are incredibly childlike, but the juxtaposition of that with the incredibly complex Jobim-esque chord sequences makes something strangely sublime.

Cuddly Toy by The Monkees is a Nilsson song, and absolutely evil. Hearing Micky Dolenz and Davy Jones singing “You’re not the only cuddly toy that was ever enjoyed by any boy… You’re not the kind of girl to tell your mother the kind of company you keep/I never told you I would love no other, you must have dreamed it in your sleep, sob, sob” is hilarious. It’s a nasty song from the point of view of a nasty character, and is one of the many reasons the Monkees were far more subversive than they’re credited for.

Abba Zabba by Captain Beefheart is from Safe As Milk, which he recorded at the beginning of his career. It’s more commercial than stuff like Trout Mask Replica, but in a hopeful way (if i take one step toward the mainstream then they might come to me) rather than the resigned way of Unconditionally Guaranteed (Okay, here’s a song called Happy Love Song, are you happy now?!) and as a result that album manages to show why he was great without requiring too much from the listener.

Louie Louie by Richard Berry is the original and best.

Shangri-La by The Rutles is a remake of an earlier Innes solo track, and I actually prefer the original. However, the Rutles combine so many things I like – Monty Python, the Beatles, the Beach Boys (Ricky Fataar was in both bands), the Bonzo Dog Band – into one package I can’t not link them. One thing I do love about this version is the intro – Innes had sued Noel Gallagher because Oasis’ song Whatever had a very similar melody to Innes’ How Sweet To Be An Idiot. Here, he takes the intro to the Oasis track (in 1997, when Oasis were briefly kings of the world) and alters it to be his melody rather than Gallagher’s. The video for this is also wonderful, with a mix of celebrity lookalikes (Michael Jackson lookalikes and so on) and z-list ‘real’ celebrities (including Al Jardine, who on seeing Fataar at the video shoot said “I never knew you were a Rutle!”)

Warm And Beautiful by Paul McCartney is a song I first learned from a bootleg of Elvis Costello performing it at a tribute concert for Linda McCartney, and to be honest I prefer Costello’s version. However, while the lyrics are a little cloying, this is one of McCartney’s best melodies. McCartney seems to me at his best when he’s writing very sparse, simple melodies in almost an English folk-song tradition, whether that be For No One , Here, There and Everywhere, Junk,Here Today, this song or Calico Skies. Why on Earth someone so gifted at writing simple, sparse, plain, touching melodies keeps writing bombastic semi-power-ballads like No More Lonely Nights and Beautiful Night, when not only is this stuff infinitely better but he also seems to find it easier, will remain one of the great unanswered questions…

2JN by R.E.M is a b-side that appeared on the In Time bonus disc. An instrumental tribute by Peter Buck to Jack Nitzsche, who died the day it was recorded, it also shows the influence of Morricone and Brian Wilson. Easily the best thing the band have done since the departure of Bill Berry.

Single Woman Sitting by Stew is another of his barbed character portraits. When are Spotify going to get the rest of Stew’s catalogue online, I wonder? All of it’s fantastic…

Go Back by Crabby Appleton is a great powerpop single by Michael Fennelly, formerly of the Curt Boettcher-led studio soft-pop band The Millennium. After leaving them, Fennelly recorded two albums with this band – this one, their eponymous first album, which is very much of a piece with the work of Boettcher, Gary Usher, Sandy Salisbury and the rest of Fennelly’s erstwhile collaborators, and a second album, Rotten To The Core, which is too proggy for my taste (though I’ve only listened to it a couple of times). But this track in particular is fantastic, hooky pop.

Ya Had Me Goin’ by L.E.O. (not ‘leo’ as Spotify has it wrongly) from the great ELO soundalike album Alpacas Orgling sounds exactly like ELO, in a good way.

Metaphor by Sparks is about how chicks dig metaphors. Apparently.

Albums You Should Own – “&” by Kristian Hoffman

Posted in music by Andrew Hickey on December 7, 2008

Sorry for the lack of posts recently – I’ve had a touch of post-viral depression. I *will* spend all next week posting about Batman along with my usual posts though. (The couple of weeks after will be light again though as I’ll be visiting the in-laws in the land of dial-up). So expect two posts tomorrow – Batman and Big Finish.

& by Kristian Hoffman is one of those albums that everyone who hears it loves, but which flies under the radar. On the very few occasions I’ve spoken about it to anyone who’s heard it, they’ve always said “Wow, I love that album, but I don’t know anyone else who’s heard it!”

Hoffman is someone who’s been on the fringes of success for decades – he was in the obscure art-punk band the Mumps in the 70s, and since then has worked with everyone from Rufus Wainwright to Carolyn Edwards – and &, his third ‘solo’ album, is actually an album of duets that pulls collaborators from throughout the world of interesting music. Hoffman’s style is closest to the glam-punk of 70s Sparks, but he also has elements of powerpop, prog-pop of the ELO/Wings variety and a healthy helping of pre-rock pop. Possibly the easiest way to describe his music is to imagine Sondheim or Cole Porter as produced by Jeff Lynne, and while & is his third album it feels in many ways like a first album – it’s a collection of songs written over several decades, Anyone But You, for one, dating back to the 1970s.

The list of collaborators on the album could easily double as a list of the most interesting still-working musicians alive in 2002 (when the album was released) – Stew, Darian Sahanaja of the Wondermints, Russel Mael of Sparks, Van Dyke Parks, Rufus Wainwright – combined with some choices that one could see as being chosen for camp value ( Maria McKee, El Vez (“The Mexican Elvis”), Paul ‘Pee Wee Herman’ Rubens) but who actually all turn in performances every bit as good as the more critically acclaimed performers.

From the opening “Gimme Some Lovin’” riff of Devil May Care, with Hoffman affecting an almost Dylanesque nasal voice (very different from the rest of the album) doubled by Russel Mael’s vibrato falsetto and backed by crunchy Big Star guitars, it’s obvious that this is going to be a musically interesting album, but it’s when that song gets to the middle eight that Hofmann’s real songwriting strengths start to show, with the line “Some postulate reward if you should mortify the flesh”.

Hoffman is one of the most articulate lyricists I’ve heard in years, with a huge working vocabulary and a wicked sense of humour. The album is just full of quotable lines – “Devil may care but I am disinclined to lend belief/to any square who spends his time bemoaning just how brief it is”, “It’s like a hideous chorus by the post-Mary Wilson Supremes”, “We sensed by scent that this brief sentiment was overripe”, “No sex in heaven – where do I sign?”, “This passion play was engineered, but when the mutant sheep appeared,”.

I’m more of a music person than a lyric person, so when even *I* am quoting huge chunks of the lyrics you know they’re special, but the music more than matches them. Get It RIght This Time, for example, has a first verse that could come from one of Noel Coward’s better musicals, all sparse strings and elegance, before going into a big musical-theatre chorus. The second verse then duplicates the arrangement of the first, but with Abba-esque piano, before we have two instrumental variations of the melody, one a perfect baroque pastiche, all piccolo trumpet and harpsichord, the other shredding 80s hair-metal guitar, before a return to the chorus and a final “Little Help From My Friends” tag. But none of this is in quotes, it just feels like the natural place for the music to go.

The album’s full of things like that, and even the less musically ambitious material is still well worth a listen. Anyone But You, with Stew and Heidi of the Negro Problem, for example, is one of only four or five guitar-based pop songs recorded in the last decade to be worth a damn.

And while the album is nothing so gauche as a ‘concept album’ (except in the sense that every song is a collaboration) there are themes that recur over and over again. Religion comes up in almost every song – obviously in song titles like God If Any Only Knows, No Sex In Heaven and Devil May Care, but also in lines like “Scarecrow, those who seek metaphor compare/Scarecrow, that other man left hanging there/But it seems to me/That comes too easily” and the whole of Anyone But You. There’s also a carnality to the lyrics, and an examination of sexuality and what sexuality means in modern life, and especially what it means to be gay – Scarecrow, the song just quoted, is about the murder of Mathew Shephard, a gay man murdered in Wyoming by homophobic fuckwits ten years ago, and is a haunting counterbalance to the more upbeat lines like “gonna put the ‘oo’ in the human condition” that predominate.

The best song by far is the ballad Sex In Heaven, one of the best ballads I’ve heard in years, whose lyrics deserve quoting in full:

It’s heaven sent, this miracle soprano you employ
That makes an angel of a boy, earthbound.
My soul took wing upon the sound.
I guess I still can’t face the implications of this gift.
There’s something pagan in the lift — airborne.
And why should soul from flesh be torn?

That’s what it costs to buy a note so pure and high
and so divine: no sex in heaven.
The bottom line: no sex in heaven. Where do I sign?

Then came the man whose eyes professed the love that we had sought;
a love that’s never to be caught or held.
Some ancient pact can’t be dispelled. What’s the surprise?
The storied sacrifice is often told: that this perfection must be cold,
and hard — where once we joined by scalpel scarred.

What gimpy God aflame with jealous rage decreed that you
Like him must be unwhole; allowed to yearn?
But if the need that you profess is once returned,
You slap it down! (If I should ask, and I always ask.)

I guess I still can’t help the sickened impulse to admire
the score that this castrati choir translates
that soothes as it emasculates.

What amazes me about this album is that it’s one of the *very* few albums I’ve heard in recent years where *everything* is well-crafted. The songs are absolutely superb – they remind me of Elvis Costello at his best or a less grating Randy Newman, oblique and intelligent with lines echoing and commenting on each other (for example in Revert To Type there’s a line about “the island of Dr Morose”, which is quite a good pun in itself, but is also an echo of the ‘mutant sheep’ earlier in the song), the arrangements are imaginative, ranging over almost every form of popular music from Sparks to Cole Porter to the Beach Boys, and the performances are stunning (my favourite is Stew’s full-throated roar on Anyone But You, but there’s not a bad performance on there).

& can be bought on CD and MP3 from CDBaby, or downloaded from eMusic. His first two solo albums, and a compilation of the Mumps’ 70s recordings, are also available from the same sources and well worth getting, but this is his masterpiece. He’s apparently also working on an album produced by Nick Walusko from the Wondermints, which I can’t wait to hear…

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