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Most of the songs named above are found on ''Get Happy!!'', which I think is easily Costello's best, most mature work to date. The album's predecessor, ''Armed Forces'', was widely hailed for the way it worked on two levels simultaneously: as a meditation on the dangers implicit in both fascism and romance; love was politicized, politics were made human. But there was also something facile, even alienating, in Costello's use of two opposing vocabularies — the juxtapositions and ironies were often a bit too neat — and this flaw, it seems to me, was noticed and repaired by Costello on ''Get Happy!!''
Most of the songs named above are found on ''Get Happy!!'', which I think is easily Costello's best, most mature work to date. The album's predecessor, ''Armed Forces'', was widely hailed for the way it worked on two levels simultaneously: as a meditation on the dangers implicit in both fascism and romance; love was politicized, politics were made human. But there was also something facile, even alienating, in Costello's use of two opposing vocabularies — the juxtapositions and ironies were often a bit too neat — and this flaw, it seems to me, was noticed and repaired by Costello on ''Get Happy!!''


As for the "wall of sludge" complaints, which arose from many people besides Marsh, it seems obvious to me that since Costello and producer Nick Lowe have made some of the most sparklingly direct rock records ever cut, then the thick, dense sound of ''Get Happy!!'' wasn't an error but a conscious decision, one that enhances the album's unifying theme of romantic dread. Similarly, Costello's recent singing, in which he swallows some words and yells others in a scratchy howl, is a chillingly effective way to dramatize a despair that's at once pervasive and busy being denied. "Impossible to follow"? I still don't know all the words to "Satisfaction," and can't make complete sense of some of "Tumbling Dice" (Linda Ronstadt notwithstanding), but I'm not about to dismiss Mick Jagger by saying his singing is impossible to follow.  
As for the "wall of sludge" complaints, which arose from many people besides Marsh, it seems obvious to me that since Costello and producer Nick Lowe have made some of the most sparklingly direct rock records ever cut, then the thick, dense sound of ''Get Happy!!'' wasn't an error but a conscious decision, one that enhances the album's unifying theme of romantic dread. Similarly, Costello's recent singing, in which he swallows some words and yells others in a scratchy howl, is a chillingly effective way to dramatize a despair that's at once pervasive and busy being denied. "Impossible to follow"? I ''still'' don't know all the words to "Satisfaction," and can't make complete sense of some of "Tumbling Dice" (Linda Ronstadt notwithstanding), but I'm not about to dismiss Mick Jagger by saying his singing is impossible to follow.  


Even more than most shows, it's difficult to guess how good or bad Costello will be at the Sports Arena tomorrow night. In addition to the fact that L.A. audiences haven't yet seen him perform most of the ''Get Happy!!'' songs, Costello has a brand-new album ready for release, whose material further opens — or complicates — his options.  
Even more than most shows, it's difficult to guess how good or bad Costello will be at the Sports Arena tomorrow night. In addition to the fact that L.A. audiences haven't yet seen him perform most of the ''Get Happy!!'' songs, Costello has a brand-new album ready for release, whose material further opens — or complicates — his options.  

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Costello stands up while falling down


Ken Tucker

When Elvis Costello comes to the Los Angeles Sports Arena tomorrow night, it will mark the first appearance this English singer-songwriter has made here in nearly two years. In the intervening time, Costello has changed, and our attitude toward him has changed.

Costello's relations with America have always been ambivalent when not downright hostile, and he's taken his lumps here. Granted, sometimes he's asked for them. That last American tour was marred toward its end, you'll recall, when Costello, made more surly than usual by drink in a Columbus, Ohio, Holiday Inn bar, uttered some virulent remarks about black performers for which he later had to apologize. Some months later Costello released his fourth album, Get Happy!!, a single album featuring 20 songs. The album had its boosters — it penetrated the U.S. Top 20, for one thing — but his critical support slipped a little. In Musician magazine, Dave Marsh made cracks about the album's "wall of sludge" production values; in the Village Voice, Greil Marcus wrote recently that "the singing is impossible to follow; you tune out."

I'm not, of course, implying that Costello's hostile behavior provoked bad reviews. What I am implying, though, is that Costello is an extremely problematic artist, and perhaps the most provoking enigma in current rock music.

To look at his severe features, his perpetually querulous scowl, it's hard to believe that Costello is only 25. He's a monkish rock star who seems to find pleasure only in the creation of his music. His inspiration seems limitless, and even a bit intimidating: Soon after Get Happy!!, he released another 20-song collection, Taking Liberties. Even allowing for the fact that Liberties consists of uncollected B-sides of singles, alternate takes of familiar songs, and odd bits like a baleful version of "My Funny Valentine," Costello's creative urges seem unslakable.

At the same time, Costello's ambition does not express itself through the usual rock-biz outlets. His infrequent tours are whirlwind affairs, not the thorough, relentless pumping of Major Markets that even the biggest stars now undertake to push their product at a fickle and increasingly poor constituency. And he doesn't grant interviews; English journalists tend to catch him on the run, and conduct sudden debates that invariably conclude, on Costello's end at least, with a curtly phrased condemnation of the entire conversation.

The furthest Costello has extended to promote himself is to have made some funny, ingenuous videotapes to accompany a few tunes on Get Happy!!, and this only strengthens the suspicion that contact with his audience bothers him a lot, that he indulges a following only because it buys his records and allows him to pursue his cherished work.

When you come down to it, Elvis Costello could easily be dismissed as a condescending creep, were it not for the extraordinary understanding, humor and even tenderness regularly exposed on his records. There is no moment in rock 'n' roll more disarming than the way he sings "Nobody / Makes me sad like you" in "Secondary Modern," for example; nobody has ever rocked with more pure delight and exhilaration than Costello has on "Pump It Up" and "I Can't Stand Up for Falling Down." Again and again, Costello devises stunning contrasts between form and content, detailing wistful melancholy by employing sharp, cynical puns in "Motel Matches," and using the judicial metaphor of "Riot Act" to discuss the utter despair one partner feels at being on the wrong end of adultery.

Most of the songs named above are found on Get Happy!!, which I think is easily Costello's best, most mature work to date. The album's predecessor, Armed Forces, was widely hailed for the way it worked on two levels simultaneously: as a meditation on the dangers implicit in both fascism and romance; love was politicized, politics were made human. But there was also something facile, even alienating, in Costello's use of two opposing vocabularies — the juxtapositions and ironies were often a bit too neat — and this flaw, it seems to me, was noticed and repaired by Costello on Get Happy!!

As for the "wall of sludge" complaints, which arose from many people besides Marsh, it seems obvious to me that since Costello and producer Nick Lowe have made some of the most sparklingly direct rock records ever cut, then the thick, dense sound of Get Happy!! wasn't an error but a conscious decision, one that enhances the album's unifying theme of romantic dread. Similarly, Costello's recent singing, in which he swallows some words and yells others in a scratchy howl, is a chillingly effective way to dramatize a despair that's at once pervasive and busy being denied. "Impossible to follow"? I still don't know all the words to "Satisfaction," and can't make complete sense of some of "Tumbling Dice" (Linda Ronstadt notwithstanding), but I'm not about to dismiss Mick Jagger by saying his singing is impossible to follow.

Even more than most shows, it's difficult to guess how good or bad Costello will be at the Sports Arena tomorrow night. In addition to the fact that L.A. audiences haven't yet seen him perform most of the Get Happy!! songs, Costello has a brand-new album ready for release, whose material further opens — or complicates — his options.

And more broadly, the quality of Costello's live shows always depends on his quirky moods and the instant decision he seems to make, upon stepping onstage, about whether this night's crowd is fer 'im or agin' 'im. He's been known to give wittily generous shows one night and grudging 40-minute sets the next. Except to utter rare, gnomic jokes, Costello tends to maintain a fierce grimness onstage, even as his crack three-man band, the Attractions, makes bright, glittering music. As exasperating as he can be, however, no one is making rock 'n' roll more vital to the moment, and I, for one, can hardly wait until tomorrow night. I hope he's written a song about Ronald Reagan.

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Los Angeles Herald-Examiner, January 9, 1981


Ken Tucker profiles Elvis Costello ahead of the concert, Saturday, January 10, 1981, Sports Arena, Los Angeles.

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