Trouser Press, October 1982
Not So Silly Love SongsElvis Costello and the Attractions By Scott Isler You expect more from an Elvis Costello album, and on Imperial Bedroom you certainly get it. The 15 songs here are so densely written and tightly arranged that the slightest alteration would probably casue the record's contents to fly apart like an overwound mainspring. Bouncing back from his ambitious but indifferently received country album, Almost Blue, Costello has returned to pop with a vengeance. The music on Imperial Bedroom sounds like something you might hear on rock radio. Costello puts it to the service of his diistinctive lyrics, though, transmuting accepted song structures in the process. The result is his most baroque album since Armed Forces, with a fascinating but intimidating sheen. It may also be his most unified LP yet. As the title (with typically Costellian overtones of dominance and repression) suggests, Imperial Bedroom is monomaniacally concerned with love, or at least romance. The 5 musical case histories presented herein compendium of backfired emotional relationships: She-hates-him ("Beyond Belief"), they-hate-each-other ("Tears Before Bedtime"), they-hate-each-other-and-themselves ("Shabby Doll"), etc. Whether Costello is still "angry" or not is irrelevent. He is restless, which is almost always more attention-getting than doing a James taylor. And Costello, who's nothing if not skillful, commands attention the instant the needle sets down on Imperial Bedroom's opening cut. "Beyond Belief" is a tour de force of internal rhyme, legato vocal phrasing, cumulative imagery, wor play in extremis -- in short, his usual bag of tricks, but here rendered with a confidence and expressiveness only hinted at before. The effect is reinforce by Geoff Emerick's production, placing Costello way up front, and by the Attraction's swirling crescendo of harmonic changes. More self-assurance: This is the first EC album to sport a lyric sheet -- doubly importantas, despite his high vocal relief, El enjoys slurring his words. Words, words, words. They cover both sides of the inner sleeve, run together teletype-style with no punctuation, no break between songs and an occasional typo.
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