…a song called Libraries isn’t going to be the pagan wig out you were, in a fit of perversity, hoping for now is it?
Vocalist Orlando Weeks is practically bouncing off the walls (and his band mates) with excitement and the entire performance has a giddy feel to it
I have been reading the Julian Cope biography ‘Head On’ recently and there is a bit in the book where he says ‘He hates music that is made to impress people’ I’ve never heard any of his records but I couldn’t agree more.
Blessed Brambles, the album opener, mutates from a hesitant opening into a gloriously poppy tune with some rather strange lyrics. At least I think they sing about kissing the boys that pee into the mud.
We have plane hijackings, riots with farmers, and bassists escaping in the n.u.d.e.
There’s some menace to Sydanten Ahmija and at times it almost recalls the kind of background jazz you might expect to find in a French bar. But only if you’re on a bad trip.
It’s not everyday you can review the soundtrack album to a 1970 Czech New Wave film that recounts the dreams and hallucinations of a teenage girl as she experiences her first period and it’s not an opportunity I’m going to pass up now.
There are undoubtedly moments of genius on it. And, more disturbingly, there’s Paul Weller on it too, which is a bit like Phil Collins playing on Another Green Day, or Robert Palmer playing on Remain in Light – not right somehow.