500 Greatest Albums of the 1980s ... Ranked! # 392 The Smiths - Rank

 

A posthumous Live Album, For the hardcore. I'm not quite that. I don't need The Smiths live album. The studio stuff is enough. But this is a great document for those that missed seeing them live in all their magnificent frantic fervour, I regret to say I missed them though I could easily have seen them on many occasions. What a fool. This happens when you're young. 

Mojo Collection - The Ultimate Music Companion # 592 Mary J. Blige - Mary

 

Best Ever Albums - 2,000 - 1,001 -1,947 The War On Drugs - I Don't Live Here Anymore

 

I like The War on Drugs because I like the things they like. Neil Young and Bobby D. Springsteen. The Band. Wilco and the idea of always being about to set out on the road. They make idealistic, dreaming music for idealistic dreamers in plaid shirts and ble jeans. I generally go straight ti the source. But this was a nice fifty minutes with headphones on just now. 

 

Song(s) of the Day # 3,720 The Goalie's Anxiety At The Penalty Kick

The Goalie's Anxiety At The Penalty Kick. A stone cold Existentialist classic nivel from 1970 by Austrian writer Peter Handke.  About an unhappy disolute man who commits murder and then spends the rest of the book seeking without success to escape from himself.. The kind of thing I tracked down and latched onto hungrily as a teenager undergoing the process of construction of who and what I was.

An equally fine early Will Wenders arthouse movie. And now fifty years an more on an excellent Philidelphia band of Indie misfits and today's Song of the Day, the kind of proud statement that always jumps out at aging would be bohemian oddballs like me.

Six fellow travellers from the city of brotherly love setting out on their journey. Their second album The Illiad & The Odyssey  & The Goalie's Anxiety of the Penalty Kick shines forth with the hungry vision of youth. The moment when you're devouring these classics for the first time. Discovering love. Making those friendships and alliances that will keep you secure and safe for the rest of your journey. Shaping your soul.

Listening to this first thing on a bright April morning with the sun streamung through my windows makes me glad to be alive and pleased I made my way on the road I chose when I was 16. That I.found my way to The Go Betweens and Television. Carson McCullers and Graham Greene. Camus and Sartre. Satie and Debussy. Oliver Postgate and Roald Dahl. Hal Ashby and Gustav Klimt. The girls I fell for and the friendships I forged.

The Illiad & The Odyssey  & The Goalie's Anxiety of the Penalty Kick is a record from a band tat instinctively understands the small joys of these choices and this act of formation. This is a fantastic record and a fresh love 

500 Greatest Albums of the 1980s ... Ranked! # 391 King Sunny Ade & The African Beats - Synchro System

 

I have my record player back after six months or so out of service. This is a blessing. I also have a vinyl copy of this majestic record. So I put it on,

Hit Factories - A Journey Through The Industrial Cities of British Pop # 6 The Blue Nile

 

I've saved this chapter for a week as I've just been up to Glasgow on a short holiday break combined with a bit of work to keep the bank balance ticking over. It was my first visit and frankly I fell in love with the place in a way that I rarely do. It's an enchanting, magical city with a gritty charm. I could easily move there and I don't think I'lll say that about many places before my time is up.Music is not the least of the places charms, though there are other factors for its appeal

Mojo Collection - The Ultimate Music Companion # 591 Jeff Mills - Metropolis

 

Techno maestro's 200  soundtrack for a rerelease of Frits Lang's masterpiece. Best appreciated while waychig the film perhaps. Though it's certainly atospheric enough on its own.

 

Best Ever Albums - 2,000 - 1,001 -1,948 Al Stewart - Year Of The Cat

 

Al Stewart's talent is one I appreciate more with the passing years. A singer songer with a taste and touch for times gone past, he's not an artist who will become fashionable again if he ever was. But he has a melodic and melancholic gift and flourush that are rare and treasurable. The title track on this is the song he'll remain best known for.

Song(s) of the Day # 3,719 The BMX Bandits

 

It's apt that I've fallen under the sell of Dreamers On The Run, the latest album by The BMX Bandits this morning.I've just come back from a short holiday break in Glasgow this week. It's the city the Bandits mecurial leader and visionary Duglas T. Stewart is most readily associated with. A place where the musical scenes and sensibility he was a mover and shaker within still looms large.

 Dreamers On The Run is in every respect a tribute and addition to the seam of music which Stewart emreged from at the end of the Eighties. The sleeve of the album here depicts him in bearded reverie, and serves up reminders of visionary mavericks of the Sixiues. Scott Walker, Dion, Van Dyke Parkes and Del Shannon spring to mind.

The record does not shame comparisons such as these. A Naive Art album in the tradition of The Modern Lovers, Jad Fair, Teenage Fanclub, Belle & Sebastian and The Delgados, it's an LP of continual childlike wonder and beauty.

Not for all tastes perhaps. Best enjoyed and appreciated if you have wimpy C-86 blood flowing through your veins. I'm a man of such DNA and this was an excellent start to my Friday morning. It's surely Stewart's masterpiece. I imagine he's incredibly pleased with this, and with very good reason. Dream on Duglas. You fragile pearl. .

Mojo Collection - The Ultimate Music Companion # 590 P J Harvey - Stories From The City, Stories From The Sea

 

PJ Harvey records are always a ride.None more so than this, her fifth, from 2000. Made after six months spent in New York City and it shows.  An urban, jagged, rounded and typically intense experience.

500 Greatest Albums of the 1980s ... Ranked! # 392 Fleetwood Mac - Tango In The Night.

 

I have a lot of time for the Buckingham / Nicks era Mac. The final album of the classic line up is perhaps not the record of theirs I'd choose but their are sparks of the old magic. 

Best Ever Albums - 2,000 - 1,001 -1,949 Violeta Parra - Las Ultimas Composiciones De Violeta Parra

 

                        Chilean Folklorist and activist. Incredibly evocative of a people's struggle.

Song(s) of the Day # 3,718 Local Natives

There was once a time when men were not afraid to harmonise in groups with out fear of being labelled wimps or having their sexuality questioned. The Everly Brothers, Doo Wop Groups. The Four Seasons.Beach Boys, Beatles. 

Then a bit of a lull. Men became men from 1966 on for the most part onward. Bared their chests and projected their testosterone at the babes in the front row. You had the Bee Gees. Then Punk. Hardly the high point of men harmonising sweetly together. 

Early R.E.M. brought back some of that pure beauty back.Then twenty years or more onwards the likes of Midlake and Fleet Foxes were not afraid to lay bear their souls in the quest for beauty.

Californians Local Natives have been plying this seam for the best part of twenty years. On latest album But I'll Wait For You they revel in this fragile sensitivity and frankly it's all rather lovely. 

Mojo Collection - The Ultimate Music Companion # 589 Esbjorn Svenson - Good Morning Susie Soho

 Esbjorn Svenson died tragically young, at 44. An ambassador of Jazz and this record, (from 2002) is a fine way to begin an appreciation. 

500 Greatest Albums of the 1980s ... Ranked! # 393 Pink Floyd - The Final Cut

 

I'm reasonably open minded. But Pink Floyd is generally the line in the sand I refuse to cross.. I couldn't start listening to this. I was enjoying my day and planned to continue doing so..

Best Ever Albums - 2,000 - 1,001 -1,950 Tom Waits - Alice

 

There are worse things to do first thing in  the morning than becoming acquainted with a Tom Waits record that you haven't heard before. He remains consistent to his beautiful, crooked vision. He's an artist, in the truest meaning of hte word.

Song(s) of the Day # 3,717 Sertab Erner

A very Turkish vision the album sleeve. A sultry looking lady in a flowing dress gazing out at you alluringly, not to say seductively. Talk about Turkish delight.!

The latest album  Her Dem Akustik matches up to its sleeve.Full of the mystery of the near orient.A veteran of the Turkish music scene and she's on majestic form here.

500 Greatest Albums of the 1980s ... Ranked! # 394 Felt - The Splendor of Fear

 

Felt are a band that had to await decades before they received their due. Albums like 1984's Splendor of Fear seem lke brilliantly realised, crystalline products four decades on. They've been given the repackaging and rereleased process they richly deserve four years down the line. That's little consolation to Lawrence and guitar visionary Maurice Deebank I imagine. Where are their mansions? Their swimming pools?. 

Mojo Collection - The Ultimate Music Companion # 588 Afterlife - Simplicity 2000

 

Bland chill out room muzak was my impression. I lasted a track then went esewhere.

Best Ever Albums - 2,000 - 1,001 -1,951 Soundgarden - Down On The Upside

 

Down On The Upside is a perfectly respectable follow up to a world-slaying album. It's the same formula really as Soudgarden had already deployed to such good effect on Superinknown. They're a state of the art killing machine. The best at what they do. Thirty years on Superinknown is the record you need. In an eat all you can dinery, Down On The Upside is here for those who are not sated and need second servings. I thoroughly enjoyed the first half of it  this morning without being convinced that it had anything that we hadn't already experienced with their career defining album.

Song(s) of the Day # 3,716 Moonpools

 

Almost a composite, dream sound of a certain sound. A dream marriage of a particular sensibility dreamed up on the Internet.

Cocteau Twins meet Sundays, Cranberries, Alvvays and Darling Buds on a dream date and settle down n the suburbs to make records together.

Definirely ones to watch. They're a managers or record pluggers vision of hapiness. A perfectly formed sound and look ready for in stores and the road.

500 Greatest Albums of the 1980s ... Ranked! # 395 Galaxie 500 - Today

 

Galaxie 500 take me back. To when I first fell for their gentle sound and vision, during the few years when the band were active at the end of the Eighties. I bought On Fire, their second album and coveted Today and This Is Our Music their first and third. The brittle majesty of these statements still endures.

Mojo Collection - The Ultimate Music Companion # 587 Ryan Adams - Heartbreaker

 

Ryan Adams became an 'unperson' for  while. One of those 'cancelled' celebrities. A dilemma quite of his own making. It doesn't stop his body of work being any less remarkable.

Best Ever Albums - 2,000 - 1,001 -1,952 Snow Patrol - Eyes Open

 

Strange that I should be in Glasgow listening to Snow Patrol. It was a T in The  Park broadcast where I first set my eyes on the band. Playing a headlining slot in a large tent. Their moment of arrival in front of a sea of ecstaic believers. 

It was quite a memorable moment. Even if at this distance, the music from their breakthrough record, 2006's Eyes Open, sounds a mite 'generic windswept.'

Song(s) of the Day # 3,715 Steven R. Smith

 

An interesting and different start to the week for me. Perched at the end of a hotel bed in Glasgow, preparing for my online lesson later this morning. Listening to an interesting and altogether charming new record too.

Steven R. Smith's Olive. An orchestral and baroque instrunebtal chamber piece. I found it strangely reminiscent of the music to the magical childhood TV programmes I used to watch open jawed back in my youth.Noggin The Nog came to mind. .

.Evocative winding instrumental pieces that allow your mind to explore the vistas the music plots. Verdant winding paths. Seas and valleys. A great start to the working week

500 Greatest Albums of the 1980s ... Ranked! # 396 The Only Ones - Baby's Got A Gun

 

                                                 Doomed romantics. 'Dissolute in the best way.'

Mojo Collection - The Ultimate Music Companion # 586 Harold Budd -The Room

                               

                                                Abstracted ambience. An appreciation of stillness.

Best Ever Albums - 2,000 - 1,001 -1,953 Charli XCX - Pop 2

 

Song(s) of the Day # 3,714 Pat Thomas

 

Record Store Day remains an event for the likes of me for whom music remains a central preoccupation. Though there's rarely much that appeals to me, I'm not that kind of obsessive and I probably have enough records in my flat to keep me going for the rest of my days, it's good to show willing.

So I showed my face briefly at RPM Records yesteray. My favourite record shop in Newcastle. Where everybody knows my name.To chat to Rich an Craig who were extremely bust and listen to the DJs selections, yesterday something from Donal Fagen's Nightfly, always a pleasure.

Browsing through the rows of special releases, there was inevirably something which caight my fancy. Yesterday Pat Thomas, with Jazz and Bossa Nova classics arranged and conducted by Lalo Schiffre from 1962. On Green Vinyl no less. I still feel I need souvenirs from these occasions. .

The Triffids - Born Sandy Devotional

 Written a while back:

The Triffids - Born Sandy Devotional

Album Reviews # 4 The Triffids - Born Sandy Devotional

I just saw on my feed that someone, appropriately in Australia, was reading this review. This gives me the excuse to re-post it. It's one of the first things I wrote on here, three and a half years back and still one of my favourites. What I didn't pick up on there though is that the whole album is a reflection on unrequited love.

"When we finished Born Sandy Devotional I knew it was the best thing we’d ever done, there was no question about it. The writing was much more autobiographical than anything I’d done before, I felt quite close to the subject matter. I found myself almost following the idea of fidelity as a complete all-consuming faith, to give you some sort of direction or something. And ‘Born Sandy Devotional’? It was the name of a song which didn’t make it onto the record which is about someone called Sandy… I like titles like those, they’re just a law unto themselves and they have a feeling unto themselves. Born Sandy Devotional is the culmination of our efforts trying to capture our more considered lyrical approach with a physical intensity… well not really, but that will have to do." David McComb .

This album is one of the most literary records in my collection and I've got quite a few. Many of them date back to the early to mid-eighties when there seemed to be quite a demand for this kind of thing. A lot of talented people were choosing music at this point as a medium for literary exploration. Morrissey, Robert Forster, Grant McLennan, Michael Stipe, Lloyd Cole, Paddy Macaloon, Nick Cave, Roddy Frame, Mike Scott. And David McComb who stands comparison with the best of them.

He wrote every track on here. Each song could be considered a short story or a synopsis or fragment of a novel. They're also self contained. But they're not exercises in style. They're incredibly deeply felt and realised. Not all of them are in the first person but they are all inhabited. All of life's strongest emotions are heightened on here to almost intensely painful degrees; wonder, pain itself, obsession, madness, grief, hope, love, happiness and loss.

There are times on the record when virtually everything seems to be at stake. This is a difficult trick to pull off. It could easily tip over into cheap melodrama. I was never a huge fan of the records Nick Cave released at around about the same time for example because I thought he made this mistake all the time . I felt he got too close to his songs. McComb and The Triffids knew to keep some distance. The main way I think they managed this is because the accompanying music here is so essentially beautiful and full of the light of the landscape they grew up in that the individual songs and the album as a whole never collapse into maudlin introspection or self pity. They know exactly how to sugar their pill by lacing some intensely tough subject matter with sweetness and grace.

The record cover is an aerial photograph of a beachal coastline in Mandurah, Western Australia where the band hail from. It was taken in 1961. McComb was born the following year. This is not either insignificant or inconsequential as the group and McComb in particular are immersing themselves in their past and their landscape here. His comment above about the autobiographical nature of these songs and his own closeness to their subject matter was really helpful to me in getting a fuller handle on understanding what happens on the record. His statement about the focus on fidelity as an all consuming faith is even more revealing as on closer investigation of the songs and their lyrics it can be identified as the driving obsession of the protagonists on every track on Born Sandy Devotional.

The Triffids had taken a long time to get to this point as a group, releasing countless singles, EPs and a solitary album Treeless Plain released in 1983. And all the time touring relentlessly across the breadth and depth of Australia, learning their craft and developing their vision. In order to make their great leap forward they chose to uproot themselves and move to England in 1984, following in the footsteps of fellow Australian friends and mentors The Saints, The Birthday Party and The Go Betweens. By this point they had become a sturdy, confident set of musicians, the slightly amateurish, ramshackle nature of their early records had broadened into a confident wide screen sound that few of the British bands of the time could live with either on record or live.

For opening song The Seabirds I can't improve on quoting the whole lyric because it shows better than anything else exactly what level The Triffids and McComb would be playing at here:

"No foreign pair of dark sunglasses
will ever shield you from
the light that pierces your eyelids,
the screaming of the gulls
feeding off the bodies of the fish
thrashing up the bay till it was red
turning the sky a cold dark colour
as they circled overhead.

He swam out to the edge of the reef
there were cuts across his skin
saltwater on his eyes and arms,
but he could not feel the sting
there was no one left to hold him back
no one to call out his name
dress him feed him drive him home
say "Little boy it doesn't have to end this way"

He announced their trial separation
and spent the night in a Park Beach Motel bed
a total stranger lying next to him
rain hitting the roof hard over his head
she said "What's the matter now lover boy
has the cat run off with your tongue?
Are you drinking to get maudlin
or drinking to get numb?"

He called out to the seabirds "Take me now,
I'm no longer afraid to die"
but they pretended not to hear him
and just watched him with their hard and bright black eyes
they could pick the eye from any dying thing
that lay within their reach
but they would not touch the solitary figure
lying tossed up on the beach.

So, where were you? "

(McComb 1986)

It's about the journey within and how the elemental landscape you find yourself in, (and there can't be a landscape much more elemental and enveloping than the one McComb and The Triffids understood so well)  can turn pitiless, rip you apart and devour you. McComb knew his literature. This reminds me of Camus' The Outsider, Paul and Jane Bowles' writing about Northern Africa (particularly The Sheltering Sky) and what I imagine Malcolm Lowry's  Under the Volcano to be like (haven't read it, should do one day).

The 'little boy it doesn't have to end this way' line is resonant because the second track, Estuary Bed, takes us back to where it started or thereabouts. 'The children are walking back from the beach'. It's about the blessed realm of childhood. How the weeks of a summer spent on the beach on the sand and in the sea can stretch out into an eternal, golden, sensory state. 'Wasting away for hours and hours and hours.' McComb is really strong on the physical sensations of being adolescent.The sun, salt and silt but the song as far as I can understand it is about the inevitable transition from that false eternity and the vain striving afterwards in the narrator's consciousness to recover what's gone forever. 'Come on, climb over your father's back fence. For the very last time take a short cut across his lawn.' Breaking the father's law not for the very last time on this album by any means. McComb studied divinity, literature and journalism and he puts it all to good use here . It's not entirely clear what occurs but we are left to draw our own conclusions  'Silt returns across the passage of flesh...I bear the stain. It won't wash off.' The landscape remains, endures and renews itself. What's human is recovered by the elements. 'What use memory covered in estuary silt?'

(I've done my best to interpret things here but much of it is beyond me. Still. This track is something truly special.Trust me. Great use of vibraphone!)

How often do we listen to our favourite records over a lifetime? Born Sandy Devotional must be among my top twenty most played albums. Possibly top ten. I've had it for almost thirty years. But I've never really heard its third song Chicken Killer before I listened to it in order to write this a few days ago. I've been thinking about it ever since

 I always thought it was one of The Triffids joke songs. They certainly produced a few. McComb was so prolific that he would dash them off and the band would spit them out and they would race on to the next. This strength was eventually their downfall in my opinion as they finally lost quality control and coughed up some real duds which fatally overtipped their final album. But that's another story.

My younger sister, and I would laugh about this track together. 'Here it comes Chicken Killeragain' just as Jill Birt, The Triffids second vocalist and McComb would rip into the chorus together, 'Here he comes the killer again. Here he comes the chicken killer again.' It was slight. And slightly ridiculous. So I thought. I've now discovered it's not!

The problem lies in the lack of  lyric sheet. This album really deserves and would be complemented by one. The words to Chicken Killer are just superb! It's a tale of madness in the Australian outback. Flannery O'Connor or Faulkner would be proud. The protagonist is the bewildered hen slayer of the song's title. He runs through the corn fields where he first courted his dead love, grief stricken, ribs poking through his yellow skin. Blasting the birds on the telephone line, scaring the local children, He's delirious in pain; driven mad by the scalding rural sun and the loss of his love. The locals gather round and try to calm him, indicating the heavens where she is now. But the chicken killer can't hear them. He makes reference to a man on a cross on a hill but knows that he himself is damned. And afterwards, destined to become the stuff of local folklore

'And the children were singing, "Here he comes the killer again
Here he comes the chicken killer again"
My ears were filled with that joyful ringing
My ears were filled with that happy singing'

For Tarrilup Bridge McComb hands the stage over more fully to Jill Burt. She's generally given every fifth or sixth song throughout The Triffids career. It would probably be accurate to say she doesn't have an operatic vocal range and would be more fairly placed in the Mo Tucker school of singing than in Edith Piaf's but this can be really effective in short doses. It provides relief here from McComb's much more intense style. Tarrilup Bridge is a suicide note. The body count is really beginning to mount up by now and I'm not just referring to unfortunate chickens.

"Packed my bag
Left a note on the fridge
And I drove off the end of the Tarrilup Bridge.

Now you read about me in the papers
They say I'm going to be a big star
They're making a movie about my life
And you're going to play the starring part."

It's worth stating again that McComb knows his fiction, particularly American fiction,  and also, I imagine, his cinema. At various points there are echoes of Steinbeck, Hemingway and Fitzgerald in his writing. Here I'm reminded more of Film Noir (something like Double Indemnity or The Postman Always Rings Twice) and the pulp fiction of Chandler, Cain or Hammett. There's not much more to the lyric than the lines I've just quoted and for the most part the music carries and conveys the atmosphere. It's heavily laden with shuddering sound effects. The song poses as many unanswered questions as an actual suicide. It doesn't particularly go anywhere like his best stuff does. Still, it's a change of pace, which I'd say is what the album requires here.

Perhaps it's just a well we've had a breather because the next two tracks are absolutely the emotional core of the record. And Joseph Conrad and cliche fans will be delighted to know that it's a heart of darkness in every respect. Andrew Mueller, the Australian born music journalist writes very well about this album on his website. He states there that

"There are parts of Australia you could drop a medium-sized European country on without hitting anybody. To drive the roads that lace these empty immensities is to confront an enormity of landscape, and a concomitant insignificance of humanity, difficult to explain to inhabitants of the northern hemisphere."

The Triffids attempt to do so here. Lonely Stretch, the closing track of Side One describes the moment when you know you are more hopelessly and irretrievably lost than you ever imagined it was possible to be. The Triffids have driven off the road into utter darkness without the remotest hope of ever finding their way back.

"Land was so flat, could well have been ocean
No distinguishing feature in any direction"

"without another living thing in sight
Without another living soul in sight."

I've always been at a bit of a loss with this particular song because I don't have the emotional data to understand the wilderness The Triffids are hurtling through here . The only reference point I could make when I was listening to it the other night and trying to understand where it was going was to Ian Curtis. I have to confess that I've never thought of McComb and Curtis as similar writers or singers before but could hear some connection in this song; there's certainly a protracted howl in pitiless darkness here that Joy Division obsessives would recognise. I can only shrug my shoulders and leave it to Mueller again as he  understands better than I ever will the emotional and physical terrain described here :

 

“Lonely Stretch” is a staggering study of white-line fever, exuberantly declaimed by McComb. He is, once again, a man gone mad, gone driving, gone bush, going nowhere: Behind him, The Triffids summon a five-minute opera in several acts, sounding in some respects like The Band, The Velvet Underground and The Birthday Party, but mostly (still!) like nothing else you’ve ever heard. As it builds to a frenetic crescendo, there’s a palpable sense of an accelerator foot pushing to the floor, and hands lifting off the steering wheel. “You could die out here,” roars McComb, “of a broken heart”.

'I took a wrong turn, I took a wrong turn
I hit a lonely stretch
Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham
Guide me back to the bosom of Abraham
So high can't get over it, so low can't get under it,
So wide can't get around it, I took a wrong turn,'

Wide Open Road has been called the Australian Born to Run a few times. I've got some time for Springsteen but this is not on. It does the track, McComb and The Triffids an enormous injustice. This song stands alone. It's one of my very favourites and my favourite in one respect in that it's the song that best describes life to me. Life as an open road is not a particularly difficult idea to understand or identify with or take on as an expression of your existence and it's been used by novelists, painters, poets and musicians and people who are none of those things as an expression of theirs. The Triffids do it best for me.

The sounds of the organ which we hear first always sound to me like dawn breaking. I play it a lot in the morning as a result. Though come to think of it, I play it a lot at midday, in the afternoon, early evening and at night time too. McComb's whispered '2,3,4' set the tapes rolling, the drumbeat starts pulsing and it's not at all fanciful to describe this as life beginning. There. I've done so! It's with the opening lyrics and the responding drum cracks though that the whole thing really kicks off.

                                                 "Well the drums rolled off in my forehead
                                                   and the guns went off in my chest
                                                   Remember carrying the baby for you
                                                   Crying in the wilderness"

From this point on it's got a momentum that it never loses. It's about love. It's about loss. It's about hunting something down. It's about pain of the sort that someone with a background in divinity can best describe. It's about an elemental, burning landscape under a big and empty sun that tells an essential truth that your god will provide you with precious solace when everything else has spun out of control. It's about obsessive, compulsive desire and our restless need for one another to provide meaning, contact and love. It's about the next day starting and then the next after that. The seamless flow of days and weeks and months and years  For me ultimately it's about the redemption provided by the closing line 'and now you can go any place that you want to go.' I've identified with it when I'm overjoyed. I've done so when I'm despondent. And also in despair. I always find it indescribably empowering. It's The Triffids defining song. It has a good claim to be Australia's defining song. It speaks best for itself.

As a postscript it's worth pointing out that this got to Number 26 in the UK Pop Chart in 1985. As far as I know The Triffids weren't granted a Top of the Pops appearance. Meanwhile, it reached Number 64 in Australia.

After these two incredible moments all The Triffids need to do is maintain the pace. To me this is exactly what the second song on this side, Life of Crime, does. It a high quality track in itself exploring further the territory and themes that McComb has laid out previously. It's describes country love gone to the bad and reminds me most of Terrence Mallick's remarkable film Badlands which shows a couple of killers on the road in the Depression era Southern states..As Mueller suggests it veers into Nick Cave territory which is perhaps why it's not such a firm favourite of mine. It's all getting a bit intense for me under the sun. The air out here is pretty thick. I think I'll go inside.

Because of Born Sandy Devotional's incredibly clear sense of time, place and mood it always seems apparent to me where and when each song is set. In the morning, in the middle of the day, in the evening or at night, by the sea, in the fields, in the outback. Personal Things, the following track, seems to be the only song here that takes place indoors. As with allowing Jill Burt to sing Tarrilup Bridge, this provides needed relief for me.

The theme is still intense. The narrator is rooting endlessly through the personal possessions and trinkets of his lost, loved one. Where she is now remains unclear. Has she left him or is she dead? Has he killed her and found himself a new place of residence? I'm not sure if he's even of this world himself anymore. The place where he is seems to be purgatory wherever it is geographically.

Some secrets of love you take to your bed and there's
some that you take to your grave. Well I took mine
to a new address, where I took my rest, at the end
of the day.

This was one of the songs I immediately identified with on hearing the record when I was nineteen . It was easy to digest and like musically. It whispered The Doors at me and as someone who owned all six of that band's studio albums already this made it made it instantly palatable and lovable. I stand by the way I felt then.

Incredibly at this late stage The Triffids have one more straight ace up their sleeve still to play. Another completely show stopping set piece that bears honest comparison in terms of scale with either Lonely Stretch or Wide Open Road and for me pretty much anything written by anybody else too. At least anything I've heard. It's Stolen Property. Fourth song, second side. I'm quite sure this might be many true devotees of this record's favourite moment. It might be my sister's for example. Here, lyrically McComb does something he's never quite done before. More than anywhere else on the album I get the sense that he's directly speaking to the listener from their record player.

 In terms of major influences on his writing I'd suggest Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen perhaps Johnny Cash. Dylan, for example is all over the naming of the album. He's also here in this track in the sustained accusatory condemnation, I assume directed towards a woman (maybe someone who's spurned him), of somebody who sees themselves as a player, as worldly, but who for McComb isn't really engaged with what he sees as the essence of life. Somebody who is not going forward or in fact going anywhere at all. Someone with no place to go. The greatest crime of all. A life unlived. Again, I'm going to have to quote at length to try to fully show what I'm getting at here:

'You just lie around waiting on a signal from heaven
Never had to heal any deep incisions
Darling you are not moving any mountain
You are not seeing any vision
You are not freeing any people from prison
Just an aphorism for every occasion
As if the only thing that ever matters
is your place at the table
You never read the writing on the label
when you drank from the bottle
It said Keep Away From Children'

   For me this is writing of a completely astonishing skill, insight and emotional sensitivity. It takes some inspiration from Dylan's Like a Rolling Stone or Positively Fourth Street and I'd really say that this is the level that McComb is operating at here. The rest of The Triffids keep pace with him with an understated but note-perfect support. It's about our given duty to play a part. To earn our place at a table worth sitting at (clearly not the table the woman is concerned with) and never take it as given.  Never to wait for the final judgement. Because it happens every day. That's Albert Camus, not mine I'm afraid. We don't require a signal from heaven to do these things. It's down to us and it's our mortal responsibility to stay engaged.

Just saying this would be enough but McComb is still not done. The woman is banished  'she can't hurt you now... she don't belong here anymore.. learning the hard way' and the song seems to be winding down. But out of nowhere McComb comes striding back in full preacher's mode declaiming .'Pick yourself up! Hold yourself up to the light!' The idea that even the object of the song's withering contempt and judgement can be reclaimed and redeemed. Words fail me.

It must have been difficult to decide how to close this album. There's been so much intense emotional turmoil, violence and blood-letting already that to try and top it or go to the places where it had already been would have been a mistake. The Triffids are far too smart for that. Tender is the Night is the closing song and it's elegiac, a word you'll find in any good dictionary, and offers the hope that's needed although it's a hope that's hard won and uncertain. Once again McComb gives it to Jill Burt although he duets with her towards its end and here she has something much more complete and fully realised to work with than she had on Tarrilup Bridge. She makes good use of it.

The fact the title is borrowed from the name of a Scott Fitzgerald novel is not an accident at all for me. There's much of the beautiful doomed youth of Fitzgerald's fiction to the story told here.

'Surrounded himself with shiny things
First night tickets, ermine, pearls upon a string
And disappeared in all the pestilence
that sudden pleasure brings

He never asks after her anymore
He made a point of losing her address
And every trinket that she ever touched
he keeps locked away
And just burns up In the furnace of his chest'

This reminds me so much of Tender is the Night the novel and what I took away from it when I read it first for my A levels. It could almost be the characters of the book. Dick Diver and Nicole and possibly Tommy Barban who Nicole eventually leaves Dick for. At the end of the novel Dick ends up giving a hugely public display of making the sign of the cross on a crowded beach on the French Riviera after Nicole has left him, a sign of his impending emotional breakdown. I'm sure this is something McComb would have appreciated fully when he read it which I imagine he did given the use of its title here. It's how people use each other up when they're young, or even not so young, one might discard the other but both carry their love for each other within them forever. Here the female narrator is with someone else in the song, far away from the person she's describing to him. 'I left him. And I can leave you too. Baby let's go out tonight..' But she still carries the memory of the one she loved before. He will always be the first.

 'It's getting dark earlier now.

But where you are it's just getting light.

Where you are it will just be getting light.'

(This is an alternative version of the song to the one that appears on the album)

So that's Born Sandy Devotional. It's inhabited me since I decided to listen to it and write about it on a beautiful, sunny afternoon we had last Saturday. I've acted otherwise as well as I could. I've got up, gone to work, functioned in that respect as well as I was able because I have a certain internal protestant work thing going on. But inside me Born Sandy Devotional has been spinning and my internal mechanisms have been alert to their utmost because I've wanted to do justice to this. Because it matters.

The album didn't sell that much when it was initially released but was almost universally praised. The band signed to Island Records as a result of this acclaim but the records that were released after this didn't match up in any respect. It pains me to say so. There are certain songs I'd point interested parties towards; Bury me Deep in Love, Trick of the Light, Hometown Farewell Kiss, Only One Life, Goodbye Little Boy. Any of these songs could have slotted into Born Sandy Devotional and not been overshadowed and actually improved the album further in some cases. But the band lost momentum and split.

Much of the group sloped off to nine to fives. Fair enough. I do nine to five myself. Less than ten years later though McComb himself was dead. The circumstances of his decline and death were deeply upsetting  and  depressing whichever way you choose to scrutinise them. I don't want to go into it here.  Like Cobain and Curtis he clearly meant it. The Triffids have recently reformed and continue to tour with guest singers but this is something that's beyond my understanding because The Triffids without McComb upfront makes no earthly sense to me. Good as they were as a collective McComb was their guiding rudder and reason for being. They won't and this won't be forgotten!

500 Greatest Albums of the 1980s ... Ranked! # 397 Midnight Oil - Diesel & Dust

 

Midnight Oil and their earnest lead singer Malcolm Garrett were everywhere in 1987. They were well meaning but Garrett sounded like he was gargling grit to me. Anyway I had The Triffids and Born Sandy Devotional to feed my widescreen dreams.

 

Mojo Collection - The Ultimate Music Companion # 585 Coldplay - Parachutes

 

The video of Chris Martin making his way down  down a beach and mewling the lyrics of Yellow at the camera was a defining three minutes as the millenium turne. It was everywhere and frankly I found it wet and unappealing in the extreme. Debut album Parachutes had moments that were more to my liking. They were highly skilled craftsemn for the road they chose. Stadium Rock. It's not my favourite thing. I generally prefer the support band.  

Best Ever Albums - 2,000 - 1,001 -1,954 Grateful Dead - Europe '72

 

There are some bands I ujst can;t get on with and Grateful Dead are generally one of them. The thought of their endless and often exceptionally stoned live performances are enough to instil actual fear in me. But I gave Europe '72 a listen. Or at leas some of it. It's a set of live performances recorded across various venues in erm.... Europe in erm 1972. I enjoyed the groove they built and sustained.Enjoyed the mood. I didn't listen to the whole thing. You don't really need to in orer to pick up the vibe. I suspect a joint might have enhanced the experience.

Song(s) of the Day # 3,713 Conor Lynch

 This looks like becoming Darren Jones week here on It Starts with a Birthstone.. I may not be entirely exaggerating. The last two Songs of the Days have been Darren suggestions. 

This is the third in a row and the best so far as well as be one of the best albums I've heard all year . So we may well keep going until the man runs out of ideas. He doesn't seem to. Well it makes things very easy for me.

This. Michigan songwriter Conor Lynch's fourth album Slow Country is a record that attains classic status almost within the first five minutes of its run. Sometimes you just need the first song to know you're on a good road. . 

This is a melifluous and relaxing Folk Rock record in the classic tradition. Think Nick Drake most obviously. But then think Midlake, Kevin Morby, Phosphorescent. Any of those people, R.E.M's Find The River. Conor Lynch is not an artist and this is not a record that is shamed by such esteemed company.  

One to listen to with a cat on your lap. or else a blanket. This establishes and maintains a pace and momentum of its own that I suspect you might want to stay with it, Thanks Darren. This is a peach..    

Hit Factories - A Journey Through The Industrial Cities of British Pop # 5 Everything But The Girl

 

To Hull and back. Throbbing Gristle. Mick Ronson & The Spiders From Mars. The Housemartins. Beutiful south. Philip Larkin. Everything But The Girl/.Hull was becoming a City of Culture and choosing Brexit.Looking for toutes out of Post Industrial decline.

500 Greatest Albums of the 1980s ... Ranked! # 398 Julee Cruse - Floating Into The Night

 

The soundtrack to the quite gamechanging Twin Peaks. Still intrigues.To listen to this is always to let yourself go. The dark romance of the screen. And the night. 

Mojo Collection - The Ultimate Music Companion # 586 Badly Drawn Boy - The Hour of Bewilderbeast

 

I've written about this excellent, landmark record recently on another of my process of endless countdowns and count up lists that I conduct on here for want of anything better to do. But life is a process of  journeys if it's anything and it's Friday morning and I was more than happy to relive this particular one just now before heading to the pool. Damon Gough has a particular vision and it's best experienced here.The Hour of Bewilderbeast lasts jyst Nort of an hour and encompasses home, obsession fear, loneliness. The whole gamut of human emotions. And finds its way to love.

Best Ever Albums - 2,000 - 1,001 -1,955 The B 52s - Cosmic Thing

 

Pop bands don't get better than The B 52s. Cosmic Thing was their quite unexpected late Eighies rennaissance. So hurry up. And bring your jukebox money.

Song(s) of the Day # 3,712 Dog Unit

 

Post Rock. Sunny Post Rock. I loves me a bit of Sunny Post Rock. Especially of the Instrumental sort occasionlly. Thanks again to Darren Jones. Fisherman on the High Seas of Alternative Music. His latest recommendation.

I don't generally like Instrumental Rock Music. I'm a bit impatient. I'm usually waiting for the vocals to kick in.To colour things in . To give me narrative or emotional direction. In the case of Dog Unit's At Home I'll make an exception. There is enough nuance and thought in their playing to give the listener all the direction he or she might need.

At Home has great track titles Concrete Barges on The Banks of The Thames. When Do We Start Fighting. John X Kennedy. So far, so intriguing. And the tracks are even more intriguing. 

Who needs Ian Curtis. Stuart Staples. Laetitia Sadler. Or whoever. Great as all of these people are. But Dog Unit give you free rein. To think what you want to. To encourage you to dream. I like bands that do that.

In short I thoroughly enjoyed At Home and I sign up for Dog Unit's fanclub and look forward to them coming to my hometown.  They're my new favourite Post Rock Instrumental band. Everybody needs one. Just as much as they need a Shady Lane.