| part two - Oh mummy what's a Sex Pistol? |
[May. 20th, 2009|11:57 am] |
Life can be so unexpected sometimes and i'd been excited about a new album with lyrics entirely written by one of my favourite lyricists, missing-presumed-dead Richie Edwards, but i hadn't prepared myself for how much impact it would have on me. It's like hearing from someone you'd thought you'd lost forever.
i was a fully paid-up member of The Cult Of Richey long before he disappeared back in 1995... you think i'm angsty now, imagine how angsty i was when i was 20! i loved him and his words were everything to me. And now 13 more songs written by him. And of course whilst a short time had passed for Richey when he wrote them after 'The Holy Bible', a lot of time has passed for me between the two albums. It makes me dizzy.
I'm normally against special editions with pointless fancy packaging, but the special edition of 'Journal For Plague Lovers' is massively worth it... it's desgined like a book, and the pages contain reproductions of Richey's actual note books with the raw lyrics in them, so you can see what editing has taken place... (i haven't even listened to the 2nd disc containing the album demos yet which also comes in the special edition).
It always takes me a very long time to completely get into an album, so these are just initial thoughts... i think musically it would have benefitted from a few more minor chords, but then that's my standard criticism of pretty much all music... The scratchy guitars from 'The Holy Bible' are back, and the bass and drums sound big and lithe... but the music is lacking the anger... and whilst many of Richey's lyrics display a level of serenity, and that Richey had found some form of peace, there's still anger there
"They sit around tables rendered dumb Coloured sticks of chalk are passed around Today the doctors allow the illusion of choice Tomorrow the necks split, there is no voice," ('Virginia State Epileptic Colony')
and there's also classic Richey humour... it's easy for people to forget how funny Richey could be... i love that in the original notes for the song 'Me And Stephen Hawking', after the line,
"Oh the joy, me and Stephen Hawking we laugh, missed the sex revolution when we failed the physical"
Richey has felt the need to add 'hahahahaha (JOKE)'
and the chorus to the fantastic 'Jackie Collins Existential Question Time' simply repeats: "Oh mummy what's a Sex Pistol?", and it's catchy as hell.
The crowning piece (for me) is the last track 'William's Last Words'... a prose piece which has echoes of J D Salinger, and reads like a suicide note (or a letter from someone planning to disappear). For the album Nicky took a few of the lines and made them into lyrics... which Nicky 'sings', which makes sense, because Nicky can't sing and James would've sung it properly... which clearly isn't how it's designed to work... the song is more final and suggestive of suicide... the prose-piece in the book is much more ambiguous
it ends like this:
"IT WAS LOVELY SINGING TO YOU, I WON'T FORGET YOU. WHAT CAN I SAY. GOODNIGHT, SLEEPTIGHT. THE LONG DAY IS THROUGH. THAT'S IT, I KNEW I'D BALLS IT UP. CONCERTS OVER. YOU HAVEN'T DONE BAD BILLY BOY. ONCE LOVED NOW FORGOTTEN, GOODNIGHT, GOODNIGHT. YOU'RE THE BEST. YOU'VE BEEN SO KIND, SO SWEET, SO GENTLE AND IF WE MEET AGAIN THE WHOLE WORLD SMILES WITH YOU. LIFE IS PRECIOUS, I'LL JUST SAY NO STAR, NO STAR, I'LL NEVER FORGET YOU AND SAY NO STAR BODINE, I'LL REMEMBER YOU ALL, YOU'LL ALL BE APART. I'LL LEAVE SO DON'T BE SURPRISED IF I COME BACK. SLEEPTIGHT, GOODNIGHT. I'M JUST GONNA CLOSE MY EYES, THINK 'BOUT MY FAMILY, SHED A LITTLE TEAR. WE'RE A LAND OF SINGERS. I'VE NEVER HAD MORE PLEASURE SINGING TO YOU TONIGHT THAN MY WHOLE LIFE. COME HOME AGAIN PLEASE. GOODNIGHT GODBLESS, MAY ALL YOUR KIDS BE HAPPY. BE THANKFULL FOR YR WOMEN; I'VE TRAVELLED THE WORLD AND THERE'S NOTHING SO SPECIAL, WHAT A LOVELY WAY TO SURPRISE YOU ALL. GOODNIGHT ALL... I'LL SING ONE MORE SONG (SINGS SLURRED NATIONAL ANTHEM). PLEASE DON'T KEEP ME ANY LONGER OOOOOWHAT CAN I DO NOW. I'LL TRY MY BEST, HOW DOES IT GO, LIKE A DRUMMER BOY..BOOMBOOOMBOOOOOM..I WAS A DRUMMER BOY YOU KNOW. YOU WOULDN'T DEPRIVE A MAN... I DON'T KNOW WHEN I'LL REMEMBER THE WORDS, I THOUGHT IT WAS ALL CUT AND DRIED. LEAVE ME GO JESUS. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU, I EVEN LOVE THE DEVIL AND ALL EVEN THOUGH HE DID ME HARM....ALL DAY... I'M..IT'S...IT'S A..I'M REALLY TIRED I'D REALLY LIKE TO GO TO SLEEP AND WAKE UP HAPPY, YOU CAN DIE HAPPY BUT I WONDER IF YOU WAKE UP HAPPY, I'M HOPELESS. IF I SING A SONG I'M DOWN A SCALE OR UP A SCALE. I'VE COME A LONG WAY, REALLY, EVEN FOR A TONE DEAF SINGER, IF YOU WANT TO KNOW." |
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