Showing posts with label Spiritualized. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spiritualized. Show all posts

Wednesday, 20 April 2022

Give Me Vonnegut Reason

The editor of the MusicOMH website changed my score out of 5 for this review.  They do that a lot.  I don't mind, it's their site, but more importantly, I don't like the idea of giving a score, and do it grudgingly.  So, you can guess whether this was marked half a star up, or half a star down, if you want to.  Kills some time, eh.  The grave is on the horizon.


SPIRTUALIZED – EVERYTHING WAS BEAUTIFUL (Bella Union)

If you want to describe Spiritualized’s new album in one word – perhaps you’re playing a parlour game at the birthday of a broadsheet music reviewer, or talking to a fourteen-year-old who skips the “boring intro” on a ninety-second TikTok video – that word would be “layered”. Every song on Everything Was Beautiful is beautifully put together, and there always seems to be another part to discover, another sound to pick out of the dense arrangements, another overdub to unearth somewhere in the depths of the mix. The record is a minor miracle of construction, and you get the impression that every sound was percolating in Jason “J Spaceman” Pierce’s head Brian Wilson-style long before it was captured on tape (especially once you discover that this album uses material from eleven different studios plus Pierce’s home recordings). However, this intense layering is also the album’s Achilles heel, and there are times when the music feels over-rich and stodgy, like a nightmare where you’re trying to run but are mired ankle-deep in suet and old Rolling Stones records.

The cover features pharmacological art by Mark Farrow harking back directly to Ladies & Gentlemen We Are Floating In Space – and why not, it is one of the greatest sleeves of the 1990s after all – and in the opening moments you might fear that this album is simply a direct beat-for-beat retread of Spiritualized’s most famous record, like a Tubular Bells II for the melancholically medicated: the album begins with a direct analogue to Ladies & Gentlemen’s title track, with a sultry female whispering the album’s title, some quiet space bleeps and one of those stately, Pachelbel-flavoured circling chord sequences that come with a strong whiff of pained self-pity. Thankfully, this is just to ease us in gently and the track soon shows its own character, ratcheting into a thunking, reverby hymnal paean like an overweight Phil Spector backing track, behind which a lovely miasma of strings swirls and eddies. The lyrics adapt the hoary old Brill building “I’ll be whatever you want” formula, with lines like “If you want a radio, I would be a radio for you”, which get the point across (although you can’t take this stuff seriously once you’ve heard The Divine Comedy’s parody on 'If...').

A good few years ago, in his movie column, Nick Lowe - no, not that one - posited that Hollywood scientists were hard at work, trying to create a film constructed entirely of endings. As well as turning out to be incredibly prescient of our era of multi-movie adaptations of single books, and apparently infinitely expanding Marvel narratives which constantly climax yet never actually conclude, it’s a handy description of the average Spiritualized track. Most of the songs on this album seem to exist purely as delivery systems for extended outros, from the Lou Reed chug of 'Best Thing You Never Had', with a delightful beery trombone solo, to the bluesy trudge of 'Let It Bleed', to the drunken duck sax blurt freak-out that constitutes two-thirds of 'The A Song (Laid In Your Arms)', and which sounds gloriously like three Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks playing at once.  'Mainline', the album’s high-point, just sounds like a long coda to a song that’s been edited out, an organic and euphoric built on some simple melodic material including the delicious Beach Boys purr of a bass harmonica. 

The album’s title might reference “everything was beautiful and nothing hurt”, a line from Kurt Vonnegut’s pacifist sci-fi novel Slaughterhouse-Five. Whilst Vonnegut’s hero was “unstuck in time”, Spiritualized are very much the opposite, each song taking a fragment of pop history – a dewy-eyed Patsy Cline melody, a Velvets lick, a ‘70s gospel horn refrain – and sticking to it, repeating and developing it until the tape runs out (or the drugs wear off). It’s as strong an approach as it ever was, and if nothing on Everything Was Beautiful feels truly essential to anyone with the Spiritualized back catalogue, it’s also a glowing example of their aesthetic. As the Arvo Pärt strings and mournful tolling bell at the end of 'I’m Coming Home Again' fade away, you’ll be happy to go back and start listening to all these endings once again.




Saturday, 13 June 2009

Piece Of Pierce

A completely stupid, but amusing little review for OHM. There was also a whole bit about ha'pennies, farthings, tanners and other Victorian coinage, that the editor cut and I shall too. It was, frankly, agonisingly unfunny nonsense.

SPIRITUALIZED/ DAVID VINER - Brookes SU, 5/2/04

As I walk into Brookes signs warn, "This show will contain extreme strobe lights". Excellent! Strobes they indeed had, bloody great big ones too. But before the meltdown, David Viner kicked off with some Dylanish songs on his guitar. That's "Dylanish" as in "no discernible melody and featuring lyrics about whiskey" as opposed to "towering musical genius". Glad we cleared that up. He's not bad, but can't seem to get into the zone, and all his whoops and hollers, which should be spine-tinglingly visceral, just sound silly. One song proclaims, "It's nobody's business what I do". Let's keep it that way, eh?

Jason Pierce's lazer guided troubadours have been enraging record buyers for some time now: some of their music is mercurial, huge, and life-affirmingly psychedelic, whilst some is stodgy indie-gospel, as over-produced and underwhelming as any 80s Pink Floyd or Van Morrison LP. Tonight's show thankfully veers towards the former category for the most part. There are shadowy hunched figures, a glockenspiel, racks of effects pedals, swathes of keyboard schmuzz, hypnotic drums and litres of dry ice. Oh, and those bloody big strobes.

Grandiloquent music on an epic scale - how can you lose? You can't, really, but even as we stood, eyes closed, bathed in sound, the nagging worry was that Spiritualized, with zillions of pounds worth of stage equipment, can't quite reach the peaks that Spacemen 3 scaled on tuppence ha'penny.

There were joyful moments: "Electricity", the opener; the new single (though surely it's basically "Bob Dylan's 115th Dream"?); the "Cop Shoot Cop" saxfest; "Come Together", one of the few songs ever where the audience sings along to the guitar part, not the vocal; the segue between "Let It Glide" and "Let It Flow", which settled into three minutes of abstract tones before being born again in a new guise, like Dr Who. But there weren't quite enough of these moments to change this from a good gig to a glorious gig, and sometimes the bloody big strobes were more intoxicating than the music. In honour of this I shall summatrise in strobe:

It w s a pr t y gr at g g, b t did 't re ch th ps ch del c he gh s it co ld h v , wh c is a p ty. Tr p y, h h?