I had picked up on the Mates of State on their prior album, Re-Arrange Us. It caught my attention but I didn’t love it. But it was good enough that I started looking into their… More
The first trailer for Trainspotting 2 was released this week. I’ve watched it a dozen times so far. I so need this film to be good.
I had to start somewhere, so why not here? I rescued this album out of the 2 for $3 bin at a local record shop earlier this year. Ultravox was a new wave outfit out of London that saw some success in the early 80’s. I really only knew them for the hyper-emotional track Dancing With Tears in My Eyes that appeared on a few compilations over the years and hadn’t given them much more thought until I came across this record.
Vienna is the definition of an early 80’s synth-pop/rock album. It’s a collection of songs that reflect a range of styles and influences which makes it almost sound like a compilation album. New Europeans is a mix of pompy guitars and keyboards while Mr. X is a cold, futuristic ballad that would have fit in nicely on any late 70’s Kraftwerk album. Vienna is the standout track on the album. It is a bit of an epic — full of long pauses, dramatic orchestration, and bursts of emotion in every vocal note.
I actually play this album far more than I thought I would. A lesson for me as I really had low expectations when I spotted it in that 2 for $3 bin.
On their first two efforts, Red Roses For You, and Rum, Sodomy, and The Lash, The Pogues established themselves as one of the most interesting, if novel, bands in post-punk London. The band, led by Shane MacGowan, traded fuzzbox guitars for mandolins and pipes to create a sound as powerful as any, more “mainstream”, punk band ever did. On If I Should Fall From Grace With God, The Pogues moved from being rough and tumble, to being brilliant. Perhaps they knew this when they included an image of writer and fellow Irish ex-pat James Joyce, on the cover of the album.
The album opens with the title track, “If I Should Fall From Grace With God”. It explodes out of the gates like stallions in a horse race. Legs fly everywhere and the motion is a blur, but the lyrics bob above the fray to see it through. It is an empowering song about defiance in the face of death. “Turkish Song of The Damned” carries on this notion. There is no rest for the wicked as the next track, “Bottle of Smoke”, picks up on the momentum launched by the title track. It this case, the song is about a horse race. It is a profanity laden tale of money riding on hopes and dreams. But the next track on the album stunned us all.
“Fairytale of New York” has become a modern standard. It is the story of two recent Irish immigrants falling in love on the streets of New York. The song begins with our protagonist being led into the drunk tank on Christmas Eve. He reflects on the events leading up to that night. He had won a bet on a horse race (“Got on a lucky one/Came in eighteen to one”) and got wild with promises to his girl (as sung by the brilliant Kristy McColl). “This year’s for me and you/So happy Christmas/I love you baby/ I can see a better time/When all our dreams come true.” But with all highs, come the lows. The booze takes its natural course and the words of the drunken lovers become bitter.
Her: “You’re a bum/You’re a punk”
Him: “You’re an old slut on junk/Living there almost dead on a drip in that bed”
Her: “You scum bag/You maggot/You cheap lousy faggot/Happy Christmas your arse/I pray God it’s our last”
Like any great romantic story, there is some redemption at the end. The sparring calms and the couple opens up to one another about regrets and aspirations.
Him: “I could have been someone.”
Her: “So could anyone./You took my dreams from me when I first found you”
Him: “I kept them with me babe/I put them with my own/Can’t make it all alone/I’ve built my dreams around you.”
The rest of the album is very strong. No self-respecting drunken blowout would be complete without the rollicking Spanish-themed “Fiesta” blasting late in the night. The Pogues also managed to include songs about the politics of Anglo-Irish relations (Birmingham Six, Streets of Sorrow) as well as the quiet contemplation of a Springtime stroll (Lullaby of London).
If I Should Fall From Grace With God was the artistic peak for The Pogues. Shane MacGowan’s drinking and erratic behavior grew worse and degraded the quality of his songwriting and vocals in the following years. Hells Ditch and Peace & Love were good but did not live up to the standard of If I Should Fall. At the wrap of Hell’s Ditch, MacGowan left the band (or was kicked out depending on which version you believe). The Pogues continued and released two mediocre albums, Waiting for Herb, and Pogue Mahone. They have since disbanded. Shane MacGowan has released several solo albums but they pale in comparison to his work in the mid-80’s with The Pogues. Like most good things, quality is rarely duplicated. If I Should Fall From Grace With God is such a flash of artistic perfection that we shouldn’t expect another.
Years after decrying the Ramones in a letter to Melody Maker as an unknown fan (“The Ramones have absolutely nothing to add that is of relevance or importance and should be rightly filed and forgotten.”), Morrissey thrilled fans at a show in Brooklyn with this ripping cover of Judy is a Punk.
[I lied. There will be a bit of Bowie in this.]
When I read the news of David Bowie’s death at 6:30 am my time on Monday morning, I was shocked. A simple “rip David Bowie” was in my news feed on social media. What made it shocking was that (1) he seemed ageless, and (2) there had been so much new discussion about Bowie in the media in previous weeks. His Blackstar release was being treated as a major event by folks that say such things. Articles about his career popped up in all of the major outlets.
Once he died, it all exploded. All Bowie, All of the Time. While he had died with dignity away from the spotlight, the rats came out to gnaw on his flesh after he died. Kathy Griffin, Madonna, Justin Timberlake, Kanye West, Josh Groban, Katie Holmes — whatever do they think of his passing??? Oh wait — there they are telling us. Thank God.
Once you clear out all of the debris, you are left with his legacy. In all of this meteor shower of data, Bowie’s new Lazarus video really stands out for a lot of people as a singularly fitting send off to a well crafted career. It depicted him at times strapped to a hospital bed, then penning thoughts, moving jerkily about, and finally climbing into a wardrobe and shutting the door. Like watching him slipping into death in a 3 minute music video.
Watching the video made me think of other impactful video epitaphs. Here are some notable ones:
Johnny Cash – Hurt
After a long and legendary life, Johnny Cash passed away in May 2003. The year before he had released a video of his cover of Nine Inch Nails’ song “Hurt”. The video includes imagery of the elderly Cash sitting in a museum surrounded by the trappings of his career as flashbacks iflicker in and out. Within months June Carter passed away. He was gone within four months of that date. This video is a great summary of his legacy. A classic in every way.
Joy Division – Atmosphere
A very mysterious ceremony plays out in this video send off for the too young Ian Curtis. One of the best.
Sid Vicious – My Way
This one was made before Sid’s death but will forever be thought of whenever one thinks of his short life.
An absolutely crushing version of Jokerman with Dylan backed up by some real rock dudes out of the late 70’s. Love it.
It’s a dirty little secret amongst collectors. Many of us don’t listen to the records that we buy. Oh, we listen to them. But we don’t L-I-S-T-E-N to them.
When we get a new album we throw it on the table, play it through, read the liner notes, snap a few pictures, share them, add it to our Discogs collection, take it off the platter, put it back into the sleeve, drop it all into a vinyl outer sleeve, and slide it into storage — never to be played again!
But I’m all about second chances and taking on causes. In an effort to actually better enjoy my collection instead of simply growing it, I’m going to devour each and every title in my collection and share my thoughts on this blog. My goal is to do a new record (at least) every week. Let’s see if this mission works out any better than all of my others.