“Everything that keeps them together is falling apart.” —Isaac Brock
On Hot Chip’s “Motion Sickness”, Alexis Taylor uses his gushing love affair with music as a cipher for the joys of lifelong companionship. It’s a song I mentally well up to virtually every time I hear it.
A few months ago, during the debate in the House of Commons to legislate for gay marriage, speaking in favour of the motion the MP Guy Opperman proclaimed, “I am not married. I have yet to find the woman who would want to marry someone such as me—but she is out there, Mr Speaker, I promise you.” Continue reading Month of Sundays
The ornate arrangement, with curlicues of woodwind and dizzying strings, does little to dispel the undercurrent of despair in Scott Walker’s version of “When Joanna Loved Me”, which appeared on his Scott solo album. Here’s a gent who, reminiscing about a lady he once loved, is able to transport himself back into another time and city—”And for a little while, She loves me”, he crooned, back in 1967.
Nestled between two considerably funnier tracks, “When Joanna Loved Me” trickles along a rickety waltz, faintly ominous pulses of brass and tinkling piano revealing the song’s truly blue mood. Walker’s gently sinister tone imbues every line—even the good times, when “Every city was Paris / Every day was Sunday / Every month was May”—with a healthy dose of longing. Tony Bennett didn’t do it so much justice.
February brings weather that’s alternately trickling and restorative, then malevolent and jagged. Continue reading Meltwater
Pulp, at their apotheosis, tangled small-town social commentary with cheap-sounding keyboards, to capture the state of a nation. But six years on from Different Class, Jarvis Cocker wanted to tell stories more epic in scope, and the music behind his words expanded to match the widescreen imagery—thanks in part to another auteur who has recently come back into the limelight. Continue reading Right Engel, string theory