1st February 1999



Single of the Week

"When I Argue I See Shapes" by Idlewild

"I'm never gonna lose any of my old letters" drawls Roddy Woomble during "When I Argue I See Shapes" - unsurprising really, considering most of them are probably from the likes of Black Francis, J Mascis, Thurston Moore and Kurt Cobain, giving Idlewild permission to grasp the baton previously held by the best of the US underground in their sweaty little hands and run off with it at breakneck speed. One of the highlights from their recent "Hope Is Important" LP, the song is four minutes of pure punk pop vitality, complete with skull-crushing sledgehammer chorus and middle section where Roddy allows himself to yelp like a stuck pig (always one of the best bits of Idlewild songs). When I argue, I invariably lose. Make this one a hit please.

"Palace Flophouse" is the first b-side, a downbeat piano-based track with vocoder lyrics that flares up into Sonic Youth-style guitar pyrotechnics in the chorus, losing itself into feedback and distortion in a glorious mess of noise. "Chandelier (10.15 version)" is another piano-led track - this time without guitar attacks - with the vocals and harmonies evoking early REM, the sparseness of the track creating a desolate yet attractive place into which to wander for a few moments.

CD2 contains the LP version of "When I Argue...", which is longer than the radio edit but retains the immediacy and vigour. Next up is "(1903-70)", which again sees the piano wheeled out for an emotive ballad to some unnamed hero ("all he had was his good looks"). Sounding again like an REM demo track, this is one of those hair-raising moments that only come along once in a while. Savour it. By contrast, the live version of "Last Night I Missed All The Fireworks" (recorded at Reading) sounds like the end of the world set in a guitar pedal factory, and sees Roddy swallow a catherine wheel, sixteen rockets and a packet of sparklers then chuck in a lit match. Awesome.

Colin from Idlewild is selling one of his practice drumkits in the place where my band rehearses - I would be tempted, but I've seen them play live: the kit would come in approximately 300 very small pieces...

Rating: 10/10


The Rest

"Six" by Mansun

The "Eleven EP" from numeral-obsessives Mansun kicks off with "Six", a theatrical prog/psychedelic journey through Paul Draper's head that will be familiar to those of you who lost yourselves in the glorious excess of the LP of the same name. Based around the vocal mantra "Life is a compromise anyway", this track proves Mansun more than capable of taking over lyric-writing crown from the Manics, now Nicky's only capable of wittering on about air miles and carrier bags. Still, this isn't Mansun's best, lacking both the short, sharp immediate bursts of a "Being A Girl" and the epic grandeur of a "Wide Open Space", lying somewhere between the two and equalling neither. Or, as the band themselves would probably put it: 2 - 2 = 6.

"Church Of The Drive Thru Elvis" not only picks up this week's Best Title Award, but also impresses due to its understated intellect and melancholy submission ("we are all sinners, I know - you take life better than me". Not one to play back-to-back with "Pretty Fly (For A White Guy)" perhaps, but none the worse for that... "But The Trains Run On Time" is an 80s synth-style track, which is just a little too empty for its own good, being little more than a reedy bassline and a couple of handclaps.

Slot CD2 into the machine and you get the preposterously ambitious LP version of "Six", followed by the menacing machinations of "What's It Like To Be Hated" with its earth's core bass and voices-in-your-head vocals. The chorus sits on top of the verse like burning oil floating on a stagnant pond, and the whole is an infectious (as in disease) thing of ugly fascination. "Being A Girl (Parts 1 & 2) Live" (recorded at Brixton Academy) closes proceedings, perfectly demonstrating Mansun's twin directions with the punked-up soft centre of Part 1 juxtaposed with the more meandering chewiness of Part 2.

Rating: 7/10

"Maria" by Blondie

On the face of the evidence provided by "Maria", Blondie have turned into your pissed old relative at a Christmas party, getting up on the table and singing, oblivious to the embarrassment and discomfort of everyone involved. Debbie Harry seems to realise this herself, singing "Ooh, it makes you want to die" in a horrible Karaoke queen stylee while yesterday's heroes trot out pedestrian AOR nonsense in the background. Dig out "Parallel Lines" instead of playing this dug-up travesty.

Two "your dad at a disco" mixes of the a-side merely prolong the agony for a while, making deafness seem a suddenly attractive prospect.

Rating: 2/10


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