Tuesday, 16 April 2013

Albums for Life: 21: The Beach Boys: Pet Sounds

It was Pet Sounds that blew me out of the water. I love the album so much. I've just bought my kids each a copy of it for their education in life ... I figure no one is educated musically 'til they've heard that album ... I love the orchestra, the arrangements ... it may be going overboard to say it's the classic of the century ... but to me, it certainly is a total, classic record that is unbeatable in many ways ... I've often played Pet Sounds and cried. I played it to John [Lennon] so much that it would be difficult for him to escape the influence ... it was the record of the time. The thing that really made me sit up and take notice was the bass lines ... and also, putting melodies in the bass line. That I think was probably the big influence that set me thinking when we recorded Pepper, it set me off on a period I had then for a couple of years of nearly always writing quite melodic bass lines. 'God Only Knows' is a big favourite of mine ... very emotional, always a bit of a choker for me, that one. On "You Still Believe in Me", I love that melody – that kills me ... that's my favourite, I think ... it's so beautiful right at the end ... comes surging back in these multi-coloured harmonies ... sends shivers up my spine.
Paul McCartney

In an attempt to make this list as personal as possible I've tried to steer clear of the obvious 'recognised' classics. However, this oft lauded album is kind of relevant after the last post. The similarity to Talk Talk's 'Spirit of Eden' is tenuous but relevant to me. Both albums are more about sound than form and, as I've mentioned before, changed the way I listened to music; made me look beyond the songs towards the sonic possibilities of music. That has led me to some albums that I wouldn't have normally let in the back door; Miles Davis's 'In A Silent Way' has just wiped its feet and is sitting down with me for a coffee and a Hobnob...
With Pet Sounds Brian Wilson ditched the easy surfer sounds in an attempt at creating something new. Egged on by The Beatles' experiments in sound and recording that informed Rubber Soulan envious Wilson wanted to throw down an American marker; a challenge to the Fab Four's pioneering spirit.
"I really wasn't quite ready for the unity. It felt like it all belonged together. Rubber Soul was a collection of songs ... that somehow went together like no album ever made before, and I was very impressed. I said, "That's it. I really am challenged to do a great album."
In an attempt to create a unique baroque 'n' roll  he layered harmonised vocals and overdubbed conventional instruments with more unusual ones to make a sound unique; unrecognizable. Wilson's box of tricks included bicycle bells, buzzing organs, harpsichords, flutes, Theremin, dog whistles trains, Hawaiian string instruments, Coca Cola cans and barking dogs.
Some might say 'barking' was the operative word.


Wilson had recently met a young jingle writer Tony Asher and approached him for collaboration.
"The general tenor of the lyrics was always his," Asher later recalled, "and the actual choice of words was usually mine. I was really just his interpreter."
Beyond the harmonies The Beach Boys themselves were used sparingly, the majority of the musicality was provided by that famous session collective 'The Wrecking Crew'. Brian Wilson oversaw the whole project, a frenzied Prospero writing, arranging and producing. The new Ampex 8 track tape machines meant that he could play the studio as an instrument; layering sound upon sound to create his own, otherworldly wall of sound. He then rendered the final mixes down to mono believing that was a more reliable version of his vision, fearful of the vagaries of modern stereos. It also suited his own circumstances: he was beaten by his father Murry as a child and was rendered deaf in his right ear...

Listening to the record is still an event; there could be no reproducing these arrangements live. Although often cited as the first concept album the only real concept is one of sound. But the sound would not have resonated so sweetly without the songs. And what songs; Wilson's genius was that he could present something as both elaborate and child like; you could connect and engage on so many levels with 'You Still Believe in Me' and the sublime 'God Only Knows'. It's amazing to think that 'Good Vibrations' was left off the album, a judgement call made easily by Brian as he felt that it wasn't quite ready. If he had replaced the lame, formulaic opener 'Sloop John B' with 'Good Vibrations' the album would have been nigh on perfect.
It's ironic that 'I Know There's an Answer' was originally entitled 'Hang on to Your Ego', as part of the album's appeal is in the almost willful anonymity of the performances; no-one is shouting 'look at me'. That faceless beauty adds to 'Pet Sounds' graceful charms. There's an elegiac elegance as it unwinds; you don't feel the passing of time; just a warm melancholic embrace from the speakers who, if they could speak, would surely be saying "this is frickin' mono?"






Monday, 15 April 2013

In Cassidy's Care: The Linn Studio Master HR Download

Miracle Mile are excited to announce that, as a pre release exclusive, a 'Studio Master Download' of 'In Cassidy's Care' is being offered by Linn Records as part of their prestigious HR Series.
A Studio Master Download is the highest quality music file available anywhere. It allows you to hear a recording exactly the way the original artist and producer intended it to sound, before it was altered to fit on a CD or squashed down to MP3 size.
Please be aware that you need the appropriate streamer to play the HR releases.
Although the CD is not officially released until July 22 (through Proper Distribution) you can purchase pre release copies exclusively via our website using PayPal.
www.miraclemile.co.uk
If that doesn't work for you please contact me directly at:
mm@lisacottage.demon.co.uk
Alternatively please click on the link below to access the Linn download.


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Albums for Life: 22: Talk Talk: Spirit of Eden

We listen too much to the telephone and we listen too little to nature. The wind is one of my sounds. A lonely sound, perhaps, but soothing. Everybody should have his personal sounds to listen for—sounds that will make him exhilarated and alive, or quiet and calm... As a matter of fact, one of the greatest sounds of them all—and to me it is a sound—is utter, complete silence. 
~André Kostelanetz

"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music."


~Aldous Huxley


“If you develop an ear for sounds that are musical it is like developing an ego. You begin to refuse sounds that are not musical and that way cut yourself off from a good deal of experience.”
~John Cage 

"Silence is more musical than any song."
~Christina Rossetti

I'd always been a song man. 
This was the album that really introduced me to the importance of silence and sound.
I guess that at the time of its release many might have regarded 'Spirit of Eden' as commercial suicide. After the chart success of 1986's 'The Colour of Spring' the band retreated to Wessex studios during 1987 and 1988. Overseen by the band's creative conscience Mark Hollis and the returning producer, Tim Friese-Greene, the musicians often recorded in darkness as they improvised unscripted performances that were eventually edited down to this final form. 
Almost impossible to categorize, the best that the critics could do was 'alternative' or 'post rock'. It was everything and nothing: rock, jazz, ambient, classical. Engineer Phil Brown remembers that the album was "recorded by chance, accident, and hours of trying every possible overdub idea." 
The band sent EMI a cassette of the final mixes. EMI were bemused and asked singer Mark Hollis to consider re recording.
He refused.
There was stalemate with the band eventually leaving the label after a prolonged wrangle.
The album was brilliant but unmarketable and effectively untourable...
Hollis noted: "There is no way that I could ever play again a lot of the stuff I played on this album because I just wouldn't know how to. So, to play it live, to take a part that was done in spontaneity, to write it down and then get someone to play it, would lose the whole point, lose the whole purity of what it was in the first place."
Upon release The Spectator labelled it 'almost willfully obscure."


It's a beautiful but challenging album. 
It whispers and occasionally screams.
You can hear the players thinking as they play; the space between the notes as important as the notes themselves. 
Again, it makes you forget about song and really think about sound
There is calm, there are occasional moments of stormy discord. 
It's textured and often quite glacial in tempo. 
This isn't driving music, you need to immerse yourself in it; you've got to want to love its muted melancholy, to indulge the ambition that many still dismiss as pretension. 
Difficult to categorise?
Let's call it 'Art'.
Because of 'Spirit of Eden' Talk Talk are now rightly recognized as pioneers; it's a massively influential album. Would Sigur Ros, Mogwai or Radiohead have had the courage to make such challenging music without this recording's legacy?
Apparently Elbow's Guy Garvey is having 'New Grass' from this album's follow up 'Laughing Stock' played at his funeral... but this isn't music for funerals; this should be played at birthing pools around the world. Birth and rebirth: many have noted that 'Eden...' was a genesis, where their musical life began. 
Both 'Laughing Stock' and Hollis's solo album mined a similar vein but for me 'Spirit of Eden' remains the mother lode.
It certainly encouraged me to listen to certain music differently; silence over sound, sound over song. 


Saturday, 13 April 2013

Albums for Life: 23: Rickie Lee Jones: Pirates

She was pregnant in May
Now they're on their way
Dashing through the snow
To St. John's, here we go
Well, it could be a boy
But it's okay if he's girl
Oh, these things that grow out of
The things that we give
We should move to the west side
They still believe in things
That give a kid half a chance
When he pulled off the road
Step in a waltz of ted moon-beams
Said he fit an APB
A robbery nearby
And he go for his wallet
And they thought he was going for a gun
And the cops blew Bird away
Some kids like watching Saturday cartoons
Some girls listen to records all day in their rooms
But what do birds leave behind, of the wings that they came with
If a son's in a tree building model planes?
Skeletons



Once I'd discovered Tom Waits in the late 70s the world of music seemed to open up to me: the ragged roots of Americana, The Blues, trad' and modern Jazz, Tin Pan balladry. I was also aware of Ms Jones through her connection with Waits, indeed by her shadowy presence on the cover of 'Foreign Affairs'. I'd heard 'Chuck E's in Love' but was unprepared for the dramas that lay within 1981's 'Pirates'. The album was her reaction to the break up with Tom.


Bolstered by winning the Grammy for 'Best New Artist' in 1980 she moved to New York City and set up home with Sal Bernadi who was to become her collaborator on this album which, although she recorded it in North Hollywood, had the influence of the Big Apple all over it. Broadway, bebop, R&B, straight pop; the range of influences from Bernstein to Springsteen made for an exotic pot pourri, the cast of colourful characters (c*nt finger Louie anyone?) giving the whole thing an almost cinematic quality. Nick DeCaro's orchestrations are centre stage to the proceedings, adding drama and romance; the rhythm sections strut and stutter in their various guises as Chuck Rainey's bass playing is brilliantly underpinned by drumming heavyweights Steve Gadd, Art Rodriguez and Victor Feldman. David Sandborn and Randy Brecker add horns to the glorious soup whilst Steely Dan's Becker and Fagen seem to haunt the grooves but never in that cold and clinical Dan detached way; the playing is top notch throughout but never overpowers the wonderful songs. 
There were but eight. Count 'em:

'We Belong Together' was a direct lament to Wait's loss. 
'Living it Up' features 'Zero' a victim of teenage domestic violence.
'Skeletons' is based on the true story of mistaken identity; a man killed by LS police whilst taking his pregnant wife to the hospital.
'Wood and Dutch on the Slow Train to Peking': a tribute to 1950s R&B icons.
'Pirates' is another ode to Waits.
'A Lucky Guy': More Wait's wailing: "he's a lucky guy. He doesn't worry about me when I'm gone."
'Traces of the Western Slopes': an 8 minute paean to bohemian life.
'The Returns' sees the album out with a gentle piano ballad.

In the early 80s this was the most sophisticated music I owned; it made me want to be elsewhere. 
I wasn't sure where that was but knew that I'd be traveling there in a striped t shirt, a beret and that the air would be thick with the smoke of clove cigarettes.



Whenever I compose these things I like to immerse myself in the album I'm writing about. 
I couldn't find 'Pirates' this morning so accessed the tracks from a fantastic 3 CD compilation 
'Duchess of Coolsville' which I heartily recommend; great notes, songs presented alphabetically as it skips effortlessly between the decades, proving how timelessly contemporary and consistently challenging the woman's work is. 
You can buy 'Duchess of Coolsville' here.
If you'd prefer 'Pirates' as an entity you can get it here as part of Rhino's 'Album Series'; a no frills pack of 5 original albums for just over a tenner.
Meanwhile, here are the first 3 tracks from 'Pirates'. 
Once you start I'd be surprised if you don't finish the selections. 
I've followed Rickie Lee's version of 'Skeletons' with a take by an anonymous short tongued gent which is stunning in its heartbreaking simplicity...





Friday, 12 April 2013

Let Me Tell You About: Max Malagnino

Whenever a new release comes around I'm invariably on the scrounge for favours etc and I'm always gobsmacked at the MM support system that always seems to kick in. 
With that in mind I'm going to do the odd piece on the back room boys (and girls) who help keep the Miracle Mile/Jones wheels a spinning...

Let me tell you about Max: 

In the mid nineties, before 'Bicycle Thieves' was released we had a 'demo tape' (remember those?) doing the rounds. 
It was called 'Bluer Skies' and contained maybe half a dozen songs, some of which went on to a promo CD ('God's Own Swimming Pool') that then went on to shape 'BT'.
I received a call (before emails) from this Italian journalist Max Malagnino who, as well as writing for 'Rockstar' (Italy's version of 'Q') was an enthusiastic support of Scottish bands. 
His pride and joy was his fanzine website 'Rainsound' (which was subtitled 'The Scottish Music Club').
Max had the 'Bluer Skies' tape:

Max: "I got it from the guy who was my 'Rainsound' mate at the time that it was still a paper 'magazine'. I remember him telling me how great that record was..... He'd got it from a Scottish friend somewhere in Britain, I think. After I wore out the tape, I found this ad in Q mag. Some guy had it on catalogue and I sent him a letter to see if I could buy it on CD as my tape was hardly playable..."

Max was convinced that MM were Scottish and sang our praises to a (largely) indifferent world. 
He was the first journo' to rave; since then he's been an ever present spirit, encouraging, supporting (and giving all too honest views about) the music as it developed.
When we needed a website but couldn't afford one, Max stepped in and painstakingly taught himself how to design and host one.
He's redesigned the current one: www.miraclemile.co.uk
Now married with children and little time for himself, he continues to enthuse (in a typically dry, droll way).
Every band needs a 'Max'; someone who cajoles, criticizes and supports.
I've a sneaking suspicion that Max's favorite MM album still remains 'Bicycle Thieves' and yet he still, I'm sure, looks forward to each release.
I've only met Max once, we went to a gig and had a beer in Islington. 
The night ended with us ducking flying glasses and chairs in a classic bar room brawl in The Angel. Nowt to do with us.
There's nothing fawning or unnatural about him, he just loves music and forever lives in the hope of finding something new to rave about; a kindred spirit indeed.
Max is about to relaunch 'Rainsound' and is keen to air other folks enthusiasms. 
He's asked me to write some stuff, do some reviews etc. I'm looking forward to it.
If you fancy the idea of writing something for him, or just supporting a good guy's passion, drop him a line at: nerothezero@gmail.com
There are other media folk who have been ceaseless in their support and kept our heads up (Barry Cross/Nick Reddyhoff/Mark Edwards/Peter Beckmann/Simon Holland/Andrew Geddes/Derek at Backs/Johnny Black/Jeremy Searle/Ken Kessler/Bob Harris/Steve Morris/Mike Davis/Rob Quicke/Fred Dellar/Folmer Jepsen and many more) but Max was there first and remains the original 'Friend of Miracle Mile'.
We've only met once, but he is my mate; I'm blessed by his friendship.
If you ever meet him, please buy him a drink from me, but for Christ's sake don't mention Juventus...

Thursday, 11 April 2013

Miracle Mile Website Updated and Active: In Cassidy's Care available to Buy

OK folks.
Our Webmaster Max has updated the website.
You will also be able to buy 'In Cassidy's Care' and any back catalogue via the site store.
£10 includes VAT and p&p to anywhere in the world.
Order today and your CD will be in the post immediately.
Please advise if you want the shrink wrap broken and the thing signed.
If you don't do Paypal please email me direct at: mm@lisacottage.demon.co.uk
We can chat about payment (cheques etc) and delivery details.
It's been a while; I hope that it's been worth the wait.
Thanks to you all for your patience.
Thanks particularly to Max for all of his hard work on the site, to Barry for his stunning CD design and to Peter Beckmann for another Mastering triumph.
I'm listening now and it all sounds rather lovely...
www.miraclemile.co.uk

Albums for Life: Joint 24: Deacon Blue: Raintown/The Bible: Eureka


The first gig Di and I ever went to.

King's College in the Aldwych 1987.
Deacon Blue supporting The Bible.
Both bands were excellent.
Deacon Blue: Passionate Celts, very intense.
The Bible: Smart, sardonic with a melodic strum and jangle.

I was familiar with The Bible through 'Graceland'
Back then in the late 80s this was the song that I'd wanted the then MM to sound like.
Their debut 'Walking the Ghosts Back Home' was a fine thing with a whiff of Steely Dan in the jazz chordings.
The follow up 'Eureka' was more straightforward; Steve Earle produced and he encouraged the band's live smarts to great effect.
They have just reissued Eureka for it's 25 anniversary on Cherry Red records as a double disc which collects together B sides and different mixes which you can buy here. 
It remains an under rated delight.
I won't include a photo of The Bible here as I'd hate to worry the horses...
What I will do is include that Miracle Mile wannabe song. 'Graceland' does not appear on 'Eureka' but it's worth a listen. 
In a strange parallel with Deacon Blue's 'Dignity' and Prefab Sprout's 'When Love Breaks Down' it suffered endless remixes and re releases. So much so that it's difficult to remember which is the original or best version. 
This one sounds fine; although judging by Boo's haircut he'd just suffered National Service or a recent 'Sectioning'...


I knew Deacon Blue from a demo cassette of 'Dignity' that had been rejected by my mate A&R guru Marc Fox (ex Haircut 100) at Zomba. Ricky Ross sang with pride and passion about Glasgow and lost love whilst his girlfriend and future wife Lorraine McIntosh span around him and sang the occasional line very slightly out of tune. They were Big Soup in comparison to the richly flavored yet delicate consommé that was The Prefab's Paddy and Wendy who I'm sure they eyed from a distance. Still, the blue veined/blue collar integrity was compelling. In the late 80s Raintown was ever present, stuck in the cassette player of my first ever car, a shite, white Triumph Dolomite.

You all probably know these albums inside out so I won't pontificate. 
Neither would grace a connoisseur's collection and yet I'm sure that those of you reading this would recognize that our love of this lumpy music is one of the main reasons that we share each other's company. Both records always sound as good as I remember them to be.

Here's Ricky Ross's recent assessment of 'Raintown' track by track:

Born in a Storm: The lyric was stolen from a friend of mine, David Heavenor, who had a song with those three words. It was written on a long rainy afternoon in Glasgow, a period which went on for ever, and had a second verse which was never used. I think’s about someone difficult I knew at the time, possibly myself.


Raintown: It’s about work, not good work and weather compounding that, and things bringing you down. The ideas in Raintown came first and the theme came back in Dignity. Everyone was going on about unemployment at the time, but there were also a lot of people unhappy with the work they were in.

Ragman: It’s that dissatisfaction again. There was a general feeling of self loathing around.

He Looks Like Spencer Tracey Now: I wrote that in Crete on holiday as a partner to Dignity. I thought it sounded smug when I wrote it (about the man who pressed the button that dropped the bomb on Hiroshima). I liked the idea that he had public bravado but private regrets.

Loaded: I’d left the keys to my flat in Glasgow to the guys in the band and they did a backing track on an old 8 track. I came in and started singing stream of consciousness on it, about some of the people we’d met in the record business. . Part of the lyric was lifted from an old evangelical children’s hymn, Christ Is The Answer.

When Will You (Make My Telephone Ring): It’s so hard to remember. I think that song is actually about waiting to be discovered, spurred on by the unrequited love of an old girlfriend.

Chocolate Girl: It’s about someone’s relationship which sounded bad. I don’t really like sexist love songs, that awful song by Eric Clapton, Wonderful Tonight. There’s a song by Prefab Sprout which says the same thing, called Cruel, which I love.

Dignity: I have no idea why I started writing a song like that in Greece, but that’s why there’s a reference to raki in it, the local firewater. I was sitting messing around with lyrics, bored on holiday, in a far away scene. There were men from the Glasgow cleansing department depot who walked up and down the street with brushes outside my flat in Pollokshields.

The Very Thing: It’s about looking into the future and not knowing what’s happening, a sense of foreboding. I think it’s my favourite song on the record

Great Fears: It’s probably the best song Jim and I ever wrote together.

Town To Be Blamed: In a sense, this is me tying things together a little bit. You love the place you come from, but when you’re young all you want to do is escape and lay the blame on that place for everything that’s gone wrong in your life. When I first met Graeme Kelling, he wanted to get out of Glasgow. But really, we wanted to stay in Glasgow, just on different terms. We wanted to be king of the hill.


Videos: 


Deacon Blue: Loaded


The Bible: Honey Be Good


Tuesday, 9 April 2013

Albums for Life: 25: Paul Buchanan: Mid Air


It's a naked and brave recording. 
I thought that it might begin to pall a bit but no, the refinements of the limited template focusses the intensity and makes the whole thing addictive; a sumptuously dry delight that never ceases to move.
I've now got the extended version and even 2 discs worth of vulnerable voice and pokey piano continues to overwhelm. 
Pardon me for regurgitating my Hissyfit review from a while back but time's precious and, well, I couldn't have put it better myself...

"Every record should be compared to silence - silence is perfect.
What are you going to put on it?"  
Paul Buchanan

It's interesting how the Blue Nile and Paul Buchanan particularly have helped map the emotional landscapes of many; not only enriching but endorsing the human condition. Surely this is the ambition of any artist: to connect. It seems that Buchanan's voice and canny observations have us all rendered dumb, then babbling. He says what we wanted to say; he articulates the minutiae, the commonplace, helping us to reclaim lost moments; the silences; the space between the disappointments and the small victories. That is his gift; he speaks for All of Us without preaching... with the faltering delivery of a wounded man he notes and totes the daily defeats; the bruises, the scars, the damage done; his keen eye focussed on the fault lines of the male psyche. And yet with PB there is always the promise of recovery. Perhaps this is why he elicits such adulation and devotion from us maudlin middle agers. And while he speaks for all of us, there is an intimacy in the delivery that gives the impression that he is speaking directly to us; the effect can be emotionally overwhelming. 


There's always empathy and tenderness; "Ask me if I am grateful , watch as I fall down to my knees"
The album is chock full of such blessed moments, too earthly to be called heavenly. It's also informed by a pretty potent quotient of loss. I won't detail the songs here; their discovery is surely a personal pleasure and, if you've not yet heard the album, I envy you your first encounter. There's no fat here, no distractions in the austere presentation; the prodding piano, that beautifully imperfect voice stage centre; everything lean and focussed. You can't help but... lean in. There's much pondering, Buchanan has you rubbing your chin, nodding sagely at the worldly recognitions; and then he'll hit you with 'for the starlight in my suitcase' and you find yourself elevated and... in pieces. 
Are we ever too old for epiphanies? 
Ever too old to wish upon stars?
It's said that the boy is the father of the man; what is unique about this exceptional writer is the way he articulates what it is to be a man in testing times; yet always with a sense of wide eyed wonder; there's clarity and wisdom in his almost willful innocence. He sees, he recognises, he sheds light, illuminating a path forwards, onwards and beyond the defeats, towards some kind of refuge... 
And after dark? That guiding light might be insubstantial starlight; a half light; but it is light enough...
Here's the top and the tail...


Monday, 8 April 2013

New Album News. New Free Miracle Mile Download Available

About a week before we were due to do the photo shoot for 'In Cassidy's Care' I got hit in the eye by a squash racket. 'Chicks dig scars' ventured the twat who hit me. Thanks Jim...
I briefly looked like I should have been ringing the bells in Notre Dame...
Ice and Vitamin E suggested Di as she rubbed vaseline on her lens.
We gave the shots to Bazza for use on the cover. I mentioned the eye. 'I did notice that one eye was a bit manky' came the reply 'so I photoshopped the offending orb'. The pictures came back and, bugger me, the so called 'manky eye' that he'd worked on was the good one! You'll soon be able to play 'Knackered or Old?' when you get the to see the CD cover. I can't afford sunglasses so, as you can see, I'm affecting a squint to cover all bases.
I'm thinking Warren Beatty; Di sees Peter Falk; fecking Columbo...

This site is about to become more and more a vehicle for the release of Miracle Mile's new album.
Although the official release date is June 22, 'In Cassidy's Care' should be available to 'Friends of Miracle Mile' very soon.
Yes, that's you my friend.
It will however be available as a High Res Studio Master Download through Linn Records from Monday onwards.
I'll post daily about developments so please keep eyeing these pages.
Our Webmaster Max is beavering away as we speak, updating the MM website.
Again, I'll give you a nudge when it's up and running.
There will be a 'Shop' and a PayPal button so that we can swap spit...
Meanwhile, in an the spirit of generosity and in attempt to focus on all things MM:
- I have replaced the free Noisetrade download of 'Ghost of Song' with a gratis 'Taster' of MM & Jones tracks from all of the albums (except for 'Candids' which is currently out of stock.)
Click here or see the 'Noisetrade' tab on the right.
Go on, is dead easy; fill your boots.

Saturday, 6 April 2013

Albums for Life: 26: James Grant: Sawdust in My Veins

For his 1998 debut James Grant moved away from the guitar histrionics and blues stylings of Love and Money and concentrated on songs and the singing of them.
And what an intense vocal performance he produced.
Needle to vinyl; a scattershot rim ushers 'Pray the Dawn' in, and you melt into the sofa:

Just another star-crossed lover
Fallen on the thorns of life

The strings of The Scottish BT Ensemble wrap themselves around the song and all is well with world.
Faultless arrangement after faultless arrangement follows; it's all swoon-some and pitch perfect.
There's emotion wrung from every note of voice and guitar but never does it feel forced; a genuine tour de force in fact.
I hate to get trainspotterish but there are moments of singing on 'I Don't Know You Anymore' that are truly transcendent. Grant has ditched the nasal whine that tainted some of his previous performances; now the sustain and control is spectacular. If you have the album listen to the Chicken Skin moments as they come thick and fast in just that one song:
- 'I never tried to love you...' The vibrato on 'you' (1.00)
- 'To bring it back somehooooow...' The tremulous sustain on the last word (1.10)
- The same section of the 2nd chorus (2.20)
- The restraint of the first guitar solo (warmed by exquisite strings) after the second chorus (2.30 - 3.10)
- That same vocal section of the 3rd chorus (3.44)
- The final guitar blitz at 3.58
It's sultry and sonorous fare; serious as shingles. You can't imagine James wearing a paper crown at the christmas party and offering you a tug on his cracker...


It seems too that the man (or his label) is oddly protective of this work; I notice that there are no downloads available on Amazon or iTunes and it's really hard to find YouTube videos of any tracks from the album. Maybe I'm being a numbskull but I can't place this video of 'I Don't Know You Anymore' on the page. It's well worth clicking the link to see.
I'm not big on solos but, bugger me, there's a fine moment at the end of the song that rivals the album version. It makes me want to get the tennis racket out and go strut my stuff in the bedroom mirror.
Finally, here's a solo version of 'This is the Last Time' that passes muster mirthlessly...

Friday, 5 April 2013

Albums for Life: 27: Lloyd Cole: Don't Get Weird on Me Babe

I know, I screwed up by putting 'Rattlesnakes' in the 100s.
It should be a top 30 album.
I listened to it recently and it still shines brightly.
But what of Lloyds's solo output? He's been a prolific boy, but that generosity has led to some questionable quality control.
I really thought that it was going to be 'Don't Get Weird On Me Babe'...
I played it a couple of days ago to confirm this.
It was all going so well; the first side is a sumptuous thing; faultless and quite beautiful; the Buckmaster orchestrations are... masterful. But then the 2nd 'band' side kicks in and it all became a bit 'Lloyd by Numbers' for me.  
I turned to 'Love Story' instead and I'm surprised to say that that left me a little underwhelmed also, there were fine moments but where was the consistency?
We are talking Top 30 here...
So I then I went back to this solo debut from 1990 and I just loved the whole thing. You can still hear the ghost of The Commotions with the retention of keyboard player Blair Cowan but, now in league with a couple of Lou Reed's side men (Fred Maher/drums & Robert Quine/guitar) and pop magpie Mathew Sweet on bass; there's the confident reach of a man unfettered and strutting his stuff, most obvious in the rawness of the 'up' tunes.
That Lloyd's a contrary fellow: He's a little bit Lou, a little bit Scott. He's a cynic, he's a tortured soul, he's a romantic. I guess it depends on your mood to help you decide on your favourite. 
And guess what? I'm back from work, slightly knackered; Di's just run me a bath and poured me a glass of 'The Full Fifteen', a 15% Australian red that's sure to see me in bed by 9pm. 
And here I am, soaking in the suds, re-reading Carver's 'Cathedral' and my soundtrack is just perfect... 
It's 'Don't Get Weird On Me Babe'. 


Romantic for sure, with just the right blend of vinegar to balance the saccharine strings. The string side was originally the 'B' side; unsure why they changed that for the CD. I resequenced things and it really works better that way; the rockers see the return of Quine, Maher and Sweet and their cocky twang sets the quieter stuff up really well; it's like a heavenly double act where Lloyd switches from jeans and t shirt at half time and dons a tuxedo to front the wondrous orchestrations of what was the original side two.
So there you are; it was never in doubt folks... DGWOM is Cole's finest by a mile.
Isn't it?
I'll probably wake up with a slight twinge after 'The Full Fifteen', reach for the quieter more reflective 'Love Story' and have to rewrite this whole pigging piece...
Until then, here's my favourite solo song of Lloyd's followed by some fine live performances.


Tuesday, 2 April 2013

Albums for Life: 27: Thomas Dybdahl: One Day You'll Dance for Me, New York City



I know nothing about Norwegian song writer Thomas Dybdahl, even though I have all of his albums. 
'One Day You'll Dance For Me, New York City' has only been in my life for four or five years now but is already a firm Sunday morning favourite. All of Dybdahl's work is excellent but this one squeezes just so; there's an almost asphyxiating undercurrent of melancholy that doesn't let up; it's all strangely compelling; as though you're overhearing something, rather than listening.

Click here for a great live version of the title track that won't show on the blog for some reason. It comes complete with a proposal and acceptance...
Meanwhile, here are some clips that will actually play here; 'Love Story' (official video) 'It's Always Been You' (piano/live) 'Henry' (taken from the album) and finally a more intimate performance of the title track on acoustic guitar.
Sorry that I can't wax lyrical on this one; unsure why; I just prefer to hit 'play'.