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'''Elvis's rockest creations in 2-CD editions, each with a bonus disc featuring material available on earlier reissues, plus previously unreleased demos. | '''Elvis's rockest creations in 2-CD editions, each with a bonus disc featuring material available on earlier reissues, plus previously unreleased demos. | ||
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Here's a little game: That's An Elvis Costello Song Isn't It? It's easy. Pounce on an everyday phrase that can adopt a hint of cynicism or a suggestion of sour sex and spit it out with a gruff New Wave sneer. Then come up with the chorus. For example: "Wind Farm!" (Chorus: ''"How are they blowing, down on your wind farm?"''), or "Ribbed For Pleasure" (Chorus: ''"Tell me, have you ever been ribbed for pleasure?"''). | |||
Here's a little game: That's An Elvis Costello Song Isn't It? It's easy. Pounce on an everyday phrase that can adopt a hint of cynicism or a suggestion of sour sex and spit it out with a gruff New Wave sneer. Then come up with the chorus. For example: "Wind Farm!" (Chorus: "How are they blowing, down on your wind farm?"), or "Ribbed For Pleasure" (Chorus: "Tell me, have you ever been ribbed for pleasure?"). | |||
Unfortunately, once this game becomes a favourite, you'll find it hard to take any of his actual songs seriously. But then, most original fans of my acquaintance developed Costello Tolerance sooner or later. In those heady days when we mistook quantity for quality, Elvis had plenty of bile to unload — sweetened with Clever Sauce, of course — and we lapped it up. But I've not listened to ''This Year's Model'' much since it burned a hole in my turntable the week of release. That was the deal with an Elvis album: play it smooth, start to feel that all the sound and fury were signifying nothing, then wait, faintly anticipointed, for the next speedy rush. Eventually, one became immune to That Voice — the husky gulp that contorts words, sprays every emphatic "S" and "F" with an extra coating of sibilance and masticates every other consonant into a spit-ball — and That Songwriting Style, with its reliance on flash lyrical effects (''"There's a shorthand typist taking seconds over minutes."'') | Unfortunately, once this game becomes a favourite, you'll find it hard to take any of his actual songs seriously. But then, most original fans of my acquaintance developed Costello Tolerance sooner or later. In those heady days when we mistook quantity for quality, Elvis had plenty of bile to unload — sweetened with Clever Sauce, of course — and we lapped it up. But I've not listened to ''This Year's Model'' much since it burned a hole in my turntable the week of release. That was the deal with an Elvis album: play it smooth, start to feel that all the sound and fury were signifying nothing, then wait, faintly anticipointed, for the next speedy rush. Eventually, one became immune to That Voice — the husky gulp that contorts words, sprays every emphatic "S" and "F" with an extra coating of sibilance and masticates every other consonant into a spit-ball — and That Songwriting Style, with its reliance on flash lyrical effects (''"There's a shorthand typist taking seconds over minutes."'') | ||
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Eight years later, 1986, and ''Blood & Chocolate'' is the same, only more so. The voice is huskier, the sound more claustrophobic, the songs longer. This was a session designed, perhaps, to alert fans who'd wandered off during his flirtations with synth-pop, Americana and crap, that EC could still nail a squirming aphorism to a big stick and wave it about purposefully. He reassembled the Attractions and Nick Lowe and they bashed out another grumpy one for old time's sake. Awesome in places, the band's diminished enthusiasm is often audible, the claustrophobia's genuinely uncomfortable, and this time much of the hatred is directed inward. The album's fame rests on its two six-minute-plus singles the ranting "Tokyo Storm Warning" and the panting "I Want You," perhaps the closest we have to the mind of a stalker in song, o torrent of unchecked lust and self-disgust. EC admits how immature he — or Napoleon Dynamite, as he was calling himself — was being when he writes of his marriage that year: "There were a lot of things I wouldn't have to do again, like messing up my life so I could write stupid little songs about it." | Eight years later, 1986, and ''Blood & Chocolate'' is the same, only more so. The voice is huskier, the sound more claustrophobic, the songs longer. This was a session designed, perhaps, to alert fans who'd wandered off during his flirtations with synth-pop, Americana and crap, that EC could still nail a squirming aphorism to a big stick and wave it about purposefully. He reassembled the Attractions and Nick Lowe and they bashed out another grumpy one for old time's sake. Awesome in places, the band's diminished enthusiasm is often audible, the claustrophobia's genuinely uncomfortable, and this time much of the hatred is directed inward. The album's fame rests on its two six-minute-plus singles the ranting "Tokyo Storm Warning" and the panting "I Want You," perhaps the closest we have to the mind of a stalker in song, o torrent of unchecked lust and self-disgust. EC admits how immature he — or Napoleon Dynamite, as he was calling himself — was being when he writes of his marriage that year: "There were a lot of things I wouldn't have to do again, like messing up my life so I could write stupid little songs about it." | ||
''Brutal Youth'' was a half-cocked return to this place, a semi-rapprochement with the Attractions to see if there was "still a loud song worth singing". The first track refers to ''"flogging a dead horse all the way down Pony Street"'' | ''Brutal Youth'' was a half-cocked return to this place, a semi-rapprochement with the Attractions to see if there was "still a loud song worth singing". The first track refers to ''"flogging a dead horse all the way down Pony Street,"'' but yes, there was still a pulse in the nag, mostly on the slow ones, ironically. The measured ruminations of EC's 2002 sleevenotes suggest that — "simmering grudge" against an Attraction or two beside — he's left the bile behind. A disappointment, maybe, for a new generation of fans; a relief, I'm sure, for Elvis himself. | ||
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{{tags}}[[This Year's Model]] {{-}} [[Blood & Chocolate]] {{-}} [[Brutal Youth]] {{-}} [[My Aim Is True]] {{-}} [[Nick Lowe]] {{-}} [[The Attractions]] {{-}} [[Tokyo Storm Warning]] {{-}} [[I Want You]] {{-}} [[Napoleon Dynamite]] {{-}} [[Pony St.]] {{-}} [[Joni Mitchell]] {{-}} [[Vanity Fair, November 2000#Joni Mitchell|Blue]] {{-}} [[Vanity Fair, November 2000#Joni Mitchell|For The Roses]] {{-}} [[Vanity Fair, November 2000#Joni Mitchell|The Hissing Of Summer Lawns]] {{-}} [[Joe Loss Orchestra]] {{-}} [[Ross MacManus]] {{-}} [[Substitute]] {{-}} [[Bob Dylan]] {{-}} [[John Lydon]] {{-}} [[Graham Parker]] | |||
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<center><h3> Hero: Leslie Vinyl </h3></center> | <center><h3> Hero: Leslie Vinyl </h3></center> | ||
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First of all, Joni Mitchell. She's completely without fear and clearly smarter and more accomplished than many other people she's often compared to. I guess somewhere around the time of ''Blue'' and ''For The Roses'' she really came into her own and started singing a little lower and with a more intimate way of wilting. My two favourite records are ''Blue'' and ''The Hissing Of Summer Lawns''. That was the one where she couldn't hide the fact that she knew more than almost everybody writing about her. And you know how fatal that can be! | First of all, Joni Mitchell. She's completely without fear and clearly smarter and more accomplished than many other people she's often compared to. I guess somewhere around the time of ''Blue'' and ''For The Roses'' she really came into her own and started singing a little lower and with a more intimate way of wilting. My two favourite records are ''Blue'' and ''The Hissing Of Summer Lawns''. That was the one where she couldn't hide the fact that she knew more than almost everybody writing about her. And you know how fatal that can be! | ||
When you put the records on, each has an individual personality. There are many people who are making names for themselves by being like, "Look at my wounds" | When you put the records on, each has an individual personality. There are many people who are making names for themselves by being like, "Look at my wounds," but this is all very honest, and the ease with which it's performed is really quite shocking. It has artistry. It's not the same as writing pages in your diary, dribbling, "Someone broke my heart" or "My mother doesn't love me." | ||
Leslie Vinyl was the arranger for the Joe Loss orchestra when I was a kid. My dad [Ross | Leslie Vinyl was the arranger for the Joe Loss orchestra when I was a kid. My dad [Ross MacManus] was with them. This man at the start of the '60s had the job of transcribing pop records so that they could be performed by a light entertainment orchestra. There'd be Matt Monro and there'd be my dad, singing ballads with a fairly typical backing. Then the '60s happened. The cultural clash between pop music output between '62 and '67 is so enormous, but this guy had such a brilliant talent to be able to listen to these records — "Substitute," "Good Vibrations," "See Emily Play," whatever was in the charts — and make some kind of sense of them. | ||
If it hadn't been for Leslie, I'd never have heard as many records. There's a funny little window between the world of Alma Cogan and the world of Jimi Hendrix, and that's the world I grew up in, so I owe him a real debt. This guy worked out, there's a note of feedback at the beginning of "Substitute" and he's put it on a clarinet. There's something marvellous about it. I can't help but be full of admiration. | If it hadn't been for Leslie, I'd never have heard as many records. There's a funny little window between the world of Alma Cogan and the world of Jimi Hendrix, and that's the world I grew up in, so I owe him a real debt. This guy worked out, there's a note of feedback at the beginning of "Substitute" and he's put it on a clarinet. There's something marvellous about it. I can't help but be full of admiration. | ||
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