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10cc "...Meanwhile..." (1992)
Woman In
Love/Wonderland/Fill Her Up/Something Special/Welcome To Paradise/The Stars
Didn't Show/Green-Eyed Monster/Charity Begins At Home/Shine A Light In The
Dark/Don't Break The Promises
"A
band should stand upon its own two feet because the taste of bitter is
bittersweet"
There are several reasons to make an album: a desire
to tell the world something it doesn't already know, to speak out for a
suppressed minority that doesn't have its own voice, to educate and inform and
rally against injustice, to move people with your own emotional experience and
hope that they can understand and identify with your own experiences and learn
something about themselves, to put out a series of crafted songs full of
beautiful melodies that you know will bring fulfilment and enjoyment to your
fans, to work through a problem in a way to help you understand it or simply to
create an album your fans can dance to. All the AAA bands have done all of these
and more (often more than one). 10cc are a great example of a band who released
music that appealed to them and which they felt they had to release even when
their audiences didn't understand them (often gleefully confusing them in the
case of Godley and Creme'). 'Meanwhile', meanwhile, was made because the record
company said so.
The conversation would have running something the
lines of this: 'Hey Eric and Graham it's the big boss at Polydor here. How you
doin'? No sorry we haven't spoken since 1983 but, hey, you guys weren't
shifting vinyl back then were you? I mean, all those deep and powerful songs
about what life really means - not #1 material is it?! Anyway I've had a look
at the sales figures for the past year and you remember that cheapo compilation
'Changing Faces' we put out a whole back? Yeah you know the one - it looked
like the front cover was drawn by a five-year-old with the shakes and the title
that had absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with your band at all. Anyway,
it's sold like hot cakes or minestrone
soup tins or rubber bullets or whatever weird stuff you guys are into these
days! So I was thinking - gets your guys together with my guys and we'll make
another record! No, not like that emotionally integral stuff you were doing at
the end - I can't sell that now can I? This is the empty 1990s for crying out
loud where everything's recycled and nobody cares about integrity anymore (I
know the Spice Girls aren't around quite yet, but I can feel them just around
the corner). And don't use that distinctive
layers 70s sound you used to use on all your old albums, even though its
the first thing that your fans will associate with you. I want a modern yet
strangely old fashioned sound - dated somewhere around the late 1980s I should
say. I've even lined up a new producer to work with you guys: Gary Katz! No, no
I said 'Katz'. You must know him: his work with Steely Dan is exactly what I
want you guys to sound like, even though you have absolutely nothing whatsoever
in common with Steely Dan. Nah, don't worry, it'll be great. Oh and how about
Giving Kev and Lol a call? Not speaking? Tough - this is a business, right, I
want them involved or else - nut not fully, yeah, just so I can put their names
on the cover and the marketing work. Yeah and guys don't bother bringing your
instruments to the studio ok? I've lined up a power group of sessions musicians
to help you give that special distinctive edge - yeah you'll know the names,
they play with absolutely everybody (that's why the top 40 always sounds the
same!) We're gonna shift millions!!!! Unless of course we decide to shift round
everybody in the company just on the eve of release so that the three-quarters
of a million we spent making this album won't make a penny because the
advertising budget can be done on a shoe-string. What can possibly go wrong?'
'Meanwhile' is one of those AAA albums that should
have been so good, but fails in nearly every single way. Nine years after
'Windows In The Jungle' - one of the band's greatest albums of all however much
it was ignored at the time - had promised much and interim stints with Wax
(Graham Gouldmann) and Paul McCartney (Eric Stewart) should have brought a
wiser yet hungrier duo back into contact with each other. The long awaited
reunion with Godley and Creme was a cause for celebration amongst fans who
never though their four heroes would ever work together again (they'd met up
during promotion for 'Changing Faces' and laid a few demons to rest), but it
was wasted by the curious decision to have Lol sing near-inaudible backing
vocals on the lesser half of the album and to have Kevin appear on just the one
song, 'The Stars Didn't Show', which was way out of his usual range and style
(Eric sang it much better in concert; almost any other track would have suited
him more). The producer was entirely the wrong choice for the group: Katz
didn't understand them, didn't like them and couldn't understand the slight
hint of bitterness still underlying all four band members who still had so much
emotion against each other they'd never expressed, made worse not better by
relative years in the wilderness for all of them. The performances and
production are impeccable (even if they sounded curiously old-fashioned even in
1992 and sound all but unlistenable now; all squeaky clean synths and wide open
spaces) but they don't belong on a 10cc record, which fails to recall the
quirky genius of the early years or the emotional outpouring of the later ones.
'Meanwhile' sounds like 10cc might have done without the humour or the courage
or the production values or even the ideas (only one of the songs comes close
to old classic days). What should have been a major hit and the long awaited
return for a band that would so have enjoyed matching the 1990s craze for
nostalgia and humour becomes an unfunny one-off that could have been made by
any generic band with half a talent. Though not the worst AAA album by any
means (sequel 'Mirror Mirror' might even be worse than this), 'Meanwhile' is
one of the biggest shames we'll cover on this site, because it's a reunion that
had so much potential and so many good ideas that got lost. Ironically for an
album that contains songs titled both 'Wonderland' and 'Welcome To Paradise',
this album is more like being trapped in a hell where the Spice Girls are
always on the radio and George Bush and David Cameron are in power for all
eternity.
My biggest problem with the album isn't what
everyone else always says: that the production ruined what might have been a
promising record (although it did - the demos from this era that have seen the
light of day have much more life about them than this sorry shambles) or that
the album seems to have re-opened all the old wounds from the 1980s that had
been healing nicely in absence (although it did that too - Eric actually left
the record near the end, leaving Graham to finish off on his own). Production
is the 'clothes' an album wears and while it has an impact on how the album is
treated I'm much more interested in the songs underneath; similarly 10cc had
been going their separate ways since the day they met - and sometimes creative
friction makes for a good album, even if it doesn't in this instance. No, my
problem is the songs. Eric Stewart and Graham Gouldmann wrote some of the best
songs of the 1970s together and some of the best songs of the 1980s apart.
Putting them back together again ought to be like combining the best of 'Wax'
with the best of 'Press To Play' - the album Eric co-write with Paul McCartney
which is one of the most severely under-rated AAA albums of them all (the two
found a lot of common interests and brought out sides in each other's writing
they'd never heard before - before the collaboration ended on a sour note when
Eric thought he'd be able to engineer the album the way he always had with 10cc
and Paul did things 'his' way; this album's closer 'Don't Break The Promises'
is an outtake from those sessions). Instead we get the sort of thing fans would
be insulted to hear a tribute band come up with: bland cod reggae that sounds a
little (but not too much) like 'Dreadlock Holiday', aching ballads that sound
loosely (but nowhere near as good as 'I'm Not In Love') and lots of middling
mid-paced pop songs that are too slow to be interesting and too fast to be
pretty. There are times on this album when you check the album in vain,
wondering if the band have brought in session writers to go with the session
musicians, but no - all songs contain credits to Stewart and Gouldmann.
Worse yet, many of the lyrics are a little...shall
we say...means-spirited. While 10cc don't tend to be the AAA artists I turn to
first when I want a warm aural hug, it's also fair to say that their early
years of comedic brilliance wouldn't have been anything like as funny if we
hadn't have invested our emotions in the characters in these songs. Much as we
laugh at 'The Dean and I', 'The Hospital Song' or 'Une Nuit In Paris' (while
getting cross on 'Wall Street Shuffle' and melancholy on 'Ten Out Of Ten' and
'Windows In The Jungle') we know that somewhere deep down the writers care
about their imaginary worlds and what happens to the people in them, which is
often so close to what happens to them or their fans. 'Meanwhile', though, just
sounds like moaning. Though there's a serious point hidden away in 'Charity
Begins At Home' (not all money given to charity goes to good causes - a lot of
it is just admin and they're run as a business) the message gets garbled so
that we end up with a song that tells us to keep our hands in our pockets and
not care about anyone else. 'Something Special' opens with a man 'robbing coins
from the poor box' in order to pay for his materialistic 'baby' who should know
better (in the past 10cc bandits would have got a comeuppance, but not here -
an admission that it's a 'risky business' is the closest the narrator comes to
guilt). 'The Night That The Stars Didn't Show' tries hard to be a tribute song
to fallen comrades who died too young - but at times it sounds like Elvis and
co are being ticked off for not taking care of themselves properly, carrying a
'curse' to which the narrator's emotional response is not to turn up to
rehearsal that day. Which is a shame because most fallen musicians would
probably want you to carry on anyway. Even the seemingly innocent songs aren't
quite as clean-cut as they appear: 'Woman In Love' eyes up a sexy and calls her
'the dish of the day' - nowhere does the narrator care once for her feelings or
ask her if she's single; 'Wonderland' is about being famous enough to 'get a
smile just for turning up', which may be truthful but its no very
inspirational; 'Fill Her Up' makes putting petrol in a car while standing next
to another sexy young thing sound like an outtake from a 'Carry On Petrol Pump'
film that never got made (because it would have been too risque even for them)
and a million miles away from the generally more sophisticated 10cc humour;
'Welcome To Paradise' is set during a coup in an island nation, an uprising by
the poor against their masters, but that's not what the song is 'about' - the
narrators are oblivious to the people around them as they bill and coo and
enjoy a 'paradise' that for the locals is anything but; 'Green Eyed Monster' is
the most paranoid 10cc song ever, a jealous narrator who interrogates every
innocent party who calls round to see his girl and who, unlike past 10cc
characters, doesn't get his comeuppance either; only 'Shine A Light In The
Dark' offers any kindness or sign of friendship or 'hope' - so no surprise it's
the only song here that really 'works' the way a great 10cc song should. I'm
all for darkness in 10cc material - this album's precursor (before a nine year
gap) 'Windows In The Jungle' is a glorious example of what the band should have
been doing, with the comedy now darker and used as a covering for a vulnerable
heart trapped in a world of darkness and bitterness, allowing the characters to
get through any weary stupefying day whilst taking pot-shots at those who
deserved it. But on 'Meanwhile' no justice is meted out, the narrators are more
often than not the cause of the problems and never seem to quite realise the
fact, while there's very little 'heart' on this record. Keep your hands in your
pockets and leave this 10cc album alone!
There are, however, small positives dotted across
this album which might not quite make up for the one big negative of the
petty-mindedness of many of the songs but does at least rise this album above
true AAA nadirs (albums like Paul McCartney's 'Chaos and Creation In The Back
Yard', The Hollies' 'Staying Power', Neil Young's 'Greendale' and The Moody
Blues' 'Keys To The Kingdom' about which there are very little positives to
take at all). I love the fact that Kevin and Lol are here to join the party, as
under-used as they are. The offer by the pair's writers to give Godley the song
'The Stars Didn't Show' (one of the better songs on the album, perfectly suited
to Eric's golden voice) is a sweet gesture: it is, after all, a song about how
so few bands get the chance to patch things up and become friends again, so
their heart is in the right place even if the lyrics aren't. Lol too sounds
mighty good the few times you can actually hear him: his wicked acerbic
falsetto on 'Welcome To Paradise' is what's been missing from every other cheap
10cc remake of 'Dreadlock Holiday' and goes surprisingly well with reggae. Eric's
stinging guitar on 'Woman In Love' which has lost none of it's power or
pizzazz. The opening tease on 'Woman In Love' that the band have been playing
ever since the last album ended and that we're only now interrupting them,
before the band go back to being 'normal' and the song goes back to being
'bland'. The moody menace and sultry sneer of 'Wonderland' which is anything
but. The catchy melody of 'Welcome To Paradise', which might have made for a
great rock song if sadly it makes for a patchy reggae one. The slight sense of
fear in 'Green Eyed Monster' where Graham at last gets something to do and
starts shouting past Eric's more laidback lead, as if the narrator is turning
schizophrenic in front of our ears, driven to madness by jealousy and fear of
his girl leaving him (though a lyric that even vaguely wonders what she must be
feeling would have made for a much more powerful song). 'Don't Break The
Promises' has the best lyric on the album, struggling to find a way back into a
relationship after a stormy period (a highly apt one, even if it was written
with an entirely different record in mind and the song lacks the playfulness or
beauty of Eric's other McCartney collaborations on 'Press To Play'). And
finally 'Shine A Light In The Dark' is the one moment where everything comes
together, a lost and lonely Eric actually singing as he means it as he reaches
out a hand in the darkness and promises to always do the same. There isn't
enough worth here to make this album good or even average by 10cc standards,
but there's enough to make you wish that a different production had been used
so that we could have heard the better parts of this record live and breathe
instead of being smothered.
Ultimately, though, 'Meanwhile' turned out to be a
price not worth paying. Though on paper the album didn't appear to do that much
harm to the band - they'll be back with another reunion album in three years
later - actually the effect was catastrophic ('Mirror Mirror' was recorded
purely for money and to see out the end of a contract, with Eric and Graham
recording in entirely different sessions). Eric and Graham were never as close
again, and while meetings with Kevin and Lol were welcomed, the fact that these
two former bosom buddies weren't getting on either and had to appear on
separate tracks made life that much harder. Those who there at the sessions
(with Graham talking at the most length) remember that this wasn't a hideous
album to make, with lots of fiery rows and temper tantrums, but it was a very
difficult and stressful album, with the pair of them finding their usual
creative control kept being taken away from them and given to people who just
didn't understand them and how they worked. Polite and 'English' to the end,
everyone was too upset to say anything, though everyone accepted that the album
'hadn't worked' by the time it was in the shops. Had the core pair come up with
better songs, or been allowed to re-hire old friends like Rick Fenn and Paul
Burgess, or been given a producer more in line with their thinking, or just
come to this record in a slightly better mood it might have reminded the world
just what a great and talented and unique band 10cc were and how much they
deserved to be back in our lives in a modern culture that relied more than ever
on their fast-cutting energy and quirky satirical ideas and complex hugeness.
Instead we get an under-par writing partnership that still resents being made
to work together, trapped inside a studio with people they didn't know and who
didn't understand them, with a producer trying to make an entirely different
album, accommodating old friends who'd never quite forgiven or been forgiven
for a split fifteen years earlier. We've loved this band for better. We've
sometimes loved this band for worse. But on this record, for the first time,
the 10cc skyline was as black as night with very few stars twinkling in the sky
(mirrored, strangely enough, by the moody back cover; the front is even more
confusing and made up of 'mug shots' from French criminals from the early 20th
century, the lad top left looking not unlike 10cc's own Graham Gouldmann in his
youth, sticky-out hair and all; a fan rumour went round that the older chap top
right was Hymas Gouldmann, Graham's Grandad credited as 'Hyme the Rhyme' in the
sweet album dedication on the record's back sleeve, but actually it's another
anonymous French mug shot. Not withstanding the fact that there's more than a
few 'criminals' in these characters an actual 'clue' as to who these people
were on the packaging would have been helpful - and why is the cameraman so
keen on close ups of their ears?!)
'Woman In Love' sums up the problems with the album
quite well. It's not that the track is bad, more that it seems to ignore the
better elements of the song (the moody riff that hangs in the air like an
executioner's sword, the massed harmonies and the epic drama of the opening
thirty seconds sighing 'I don't know why but it's the way of the world') and
instead switches into a generic 80s (even in the 90s) empty noisy song about
the narrator having a night out on the town. Sadly there's no sense of irony or
regret or unexpected twists about this the way there is on similar songs from
'Bloody Tourists' to 'Windows' - this is a girl being treated like a piece of
meat, the 'dish of the day' in the narrator's daydreams. Eric's guitar adds a
welcome crunch and a sense of life badly missing from the anonymous backing and
Eric and Graham singing together in harmony still makes for a special harmony
sound, but instead of doing the sensible thing and putting all this upfront the
loudest aspect of this song is the booming soulless drum part (so unlike Jeff
Porcoro's normal work) and a lazy synth part that doesn't anything except sit
there as a great noise over the whole thing. The lyrics are similarly mixed; in
typical 10cc style we get lines like 'this chemistry you'll never find in a
book' and the word 'ectochrome' ('no ectochrome's gonna capture this look') that
surely no other band would think to use (and isn't even a word that exists -
Eric may have intended 'Ektochrome', which is a range of transparent film from
photo experts Kodochrome, who as the AAA Paul Simon readers among you will know
insist on including a copyright symbol whenever one of their products is used
in something 'arty'). However we also get a lot of bland 'filler' - we 'get'
the fact that the narrator is in love and obsessed by the first verse so by the
fourth it's all a bit trying. There's also the curious statement in the curious
that this is a 'woman in love' with no explanation given - is she in love with
the narrator (even though they never seem to even speak during the course of
the song, with him admiring her from a distance) or with someone the narrator
knows which is making him feel jealous? What could have been a clever riff on
'I'm Not In Love' ('I tell you she's oh so deeply in love with me she's
obsessed, but I couldn't care either way - I just stalk her because we happen
to be going to the same places, honest!') ends up becoming a bit muddled and
unclear. Sometimes that doesn't matter if the basic song is strong enough to be
enjoyable in its own right, but as we've seen 'Woman In Love' is slightly
stodgy in that area too, with a curious riff that sinks when it should soar and
pulls in its talons at just the time is should pounce. Like much of the album,
the ingredients are all here but it's simply not working.
'Wonderland' is a little better in that it does
sound like 10cc from the vintage era of the late 1970s, with possibly the best
use ever of the reggae shuffle, here used not to indiviate happiness or
holidays or sunshine but a slight sense of encrouching darkness in a world that
used to be perfect. It's great to hear Lol back on the harmonies and of his
five contributions to the album this is the best place to hear him and he's
perfect casting - a higher harmony that's so pure and yet still not quite
'right'. The name 'Wonderland' is clearly a misnomer - that's what everybody
around Eric's innocent naive in the big city keeps telling him life is, but
that 'special substance, so good for you' just feels here as if it's going to
have a payback sooner or later. The mournful middle eight, with the narrator
lying in the sun when he should be working and most of his talents is
particularly mournful, with an older wiser Eric declaring that 'these are the
golden years - and they won't be coming back round again'. 10cc often sounded
at their best when they were playing with contrasts and the idea of a song
telling us one thing at face value and quite another between the lines is
especially well handled. I just wish that there was a little extra...something
here, as the song sticks rigidly to it's opening life for almost the entire
five minutes, with the middle eight only ever so slightly out of line with the
rest. To be fair this also works quite well, with the sense that the narrator
is slowly being moved down a conveyor belt into one of those silent movie
threshing machines, powerless to help himself because nobody else even notices
that anything is wrong. However 'Wonderland' still comes over as a slightly
boring track when underneath it all it's anything but! A relative album
highlight.
'Fill Her Up' is 'Shock On The Tube (Don't Want
Love)' from 'Bloody Tourists' but with a more patronising lyric and a far more clichéd
chorus. A retro 1950s song perfomed on suspiciously 80s sounding technology,
it's a waste of the rather fine Eric Stewart lead vocal going on over the top.
The lyric is...unfortunate. The hint of the first verse is that the narrator's
loved one has an eating disorder and is obsessed with the gym in changing her
body shape. Though Eric's narrator cares enough to call Jane Fonda - a symbol
of how every woman thinks she needs to be - a 'silly bitch', he offers no word
of comfort or re-assurance. Instead we get a nursery rhyme chorus where he
tries to 'fill her up' with the calories she's burnt up/thrown up, which
probably does less good than taking her to a doctor or telling her she's
gorgeous in any shape. A second verse then makes things worse, with a boozy
Eric stuffing a bottle of alcohol down her tee-total throat, 'knocking her off
her soapbox' as he tries to make caring her more like careless him. To be fair
10cc songs are rarely what they seem like on the surface and this wouldn't be
the first time the band have given us an unlikeable uncaring narrator who
doesn't seem to understand he's the villain. However, perhaps because of the
gormless backing, there's no wink here - no nod of the head to the listeners
that the narrator is actually evil and that this isn't how we should all be
acting towards our own spouses; indeed,
this is one of the few times across the album when Eric sings like he
really means it. 'Leave behind your scruples and I'll take you to the edge' he
coos in his best rockstar voice - it all sounds a little too convincing for
comfort. Together with the regrettably faceless music (which only comes alive
on the sarcastic yet pure harmonies 'no more moaning minnies...') it's one of
the lesser 10cc compositions and performances in their canon.
'Something Special' tries hard to be one of those
golden 10cc ballads from yesteryear with Eric at his most romantic. However
unfortunately this relationship comes with some unwelcome guests, such as an
ugly tack piano and more noisy soulless drums. These lyrics too aren't as cosy
as they seem on the first few hearings where all that sticks on your head is
the narrator's promise to take his girl to 'heaven' tonight. For the girl is
using him badly - she demands more and more in the ways of expensive trinkets
and he's resorted to crime to pay for them. Similar to the Grateful Dead's
'Dupree Diamond Blues' from 1969, the narrator knows he's doing wrong and wants
to stop but he's too in love to stop, the irony in both songs being that it's
her who should be in prison for snaring him in her trap (you just know she's
going to get a new boyfriend the second he gets caught; is that what happens at
the end with the moody vocal harmonies coming into play?) The narrator ought to
be a victm we can really empathise with, but he doesn't help himself - he
steals not from clumsy millionaires who don't even count their fat pay-cheques
but 'from the poor box'. 'It's risky business, but it makes her sing' sighs
Eric, oblivious to the hurt his actions are causing. Graham is right there with
him, softening the blows with some dreary 'bum bum' backing vocals straight out
of 'Deceptive Bends'. A curious unlovable song that isn't quite different enough
to make things work (it just sounds like another generic love ballad until you
start paying attention), again only the middle eight ('She's got the power to
knock your socks off') makes any imprint. Still it's better than simply copying
past hits ad infinitum, erm I think, with a few points for bravery if not for
delivery.
'Welcome To Paradise' suffers from the opposite
problem: it all sounds great, with a terrific reggae-ish hook and a melody that
at last see-saws and drifts in a wonderfully memorable way. The sudden switch
from a slightly scared verse to a power-pop chorus that pits everything right
is also clever and very 10cc. The 'problem' is that underneath it all there's
very little going on and again the attempts to throw in a dangerous element the
narrator doesn't even pick up on is a waste of a good idea. The narrator leaves
his home slightly worried about his prospects only to find 'paradise' somewhere
in the tropics. Alas what he sees as paradise - a beautiful place with friendly
people - is actually a hotbed of civil unrest, with 'bad vibrations' and a
'smell of danger' blowing into a full blown 'coup coming on' when Graham interjects
in the chorus. The narrator, though, remains oblivious to it all, unable to
believe that a place that looks this good could possibly be run through with
misery and injustice. Only at the end does the narrator finally get wise, a
mournful middle eight reflecting 'I shouldn't have come - why did I come?' However
the very end is as confusing and ambiguous as everything else, the narrator too
far 'under the spell' of someone (a person or an island?) which sounds as if he
still hasn't learnt anything. This song is clearly an attempt to re-write
'Dreadlock Holiday', particularly the last verse where the narrator is robbed
in what had till then been a great holiday and there is definitely another song
in here to be said about how the narrator is so wrapped in his own tiny world
of minor troubles that he misses the outrage and poverty of the locals who
would love to swap their lives of tragedy for his (rich tourists and poor locals
is always a hotbed of trouble waiting to happen as the recent murders in
Tunisia demonstrates). Only this isn't it - somebody somewhere has clearly
thought this song should be 'more' like the band's comedy #1 hit rather than an
eerie tragic version of it and along the way the core of the song has got lost.
Still a great riff, though.
'The Stars Didn't Show' is a little more like it, a
heartfelt tribute to 10cc's peers who didn't make it (Eric admitted in concert
they were thinking of John Lennon when they wrote it and generally followed the
song with a Beatles cover - either 'Across The Universe' or 'Slow Down',
unusual selections both - but the lyrics hint more at someone that 'ruined'
their own life through excess or suicide rather than a murder or illness). The
big news is that Kevin has been enticed back to sing it and, well, he does about
a good job as he can on a song that isn't in a range that's comfortable for him
and which sounds nothing like the quirky/multi-layered songs he's more used to
singing (Eric sounds great singing it on the live versions - Godley should have
been given a different song). Still, it's nice to hear all four of the old team
together one last time (though Lol's a bit quiet) and this is a song with it's
heart in the right place, even if again something strange seems to have happened
on its way from idea to final recording. The lyrics starts off sweetly enough,
with people coming 'from miles around just to listen to the sound' of whoever
this song is in tribute to. Their music 'blew away the darkness', they were
'loved for better or worse' and whose lives were a 'blessing' - so far so what
you'd expect. However instead of simply mourning the fact that the show is over
or that a great was taken from us too soon, the narrator offers a 'curse' that
they're no longer there and seems to be more upset at having to cancel a
rehearsal through their misery than that someone they respected and loved has
gone too soon. There is a nice middle eight where the narrator makes it clear
that music lives on long after the people who made it have gone ('Mountains may
crumble and worlds fall apart, lovers and friends may desert me, the road may
be long but I know in my heart that your spirit will always be with me'), but
it's a bit too little too late. The song could yet have sounded fantastic - Eric
turns in some spectacular guitarwork in the solo and on the fadeout and Kevin
still sings as if he means it, even if the song isn't a natural fit. 'Stars'
also has the clever metaphor of the stars in the sky not showing once a 'star'
on earth has died (yes something similar has been used before, but not quite
this take on it). The idea that the original band should get back together on
this song out of all of them, about wasted opportunities and music outliving
rifts is a good one too. But the lacklustre way this song is performed, with a
tempo at just the wrong side of interesting both fast and slow, with a repetitive
clunk every time we hit the chorus is just so off-putting it takes away from
the better elements of the song. Sometimes it really is better to go at your
natural time and not make careless reunion albums that hurt your reputation -
the release of 'Meanwhile' was a night that the stars didn't show for the fans.
'Green Eyes Monster' is a curious track. It's a song
about jealousy that oozes malicious intent, but there's no sense in the song
that jealousy is 'wrong' or something to be avoided even though it must make
the narrator a right pain to live with. He sees potential rivals everywhere -
visitors at the door, strange trips out to places that can't possibly be
innocent (like the landromat with a basket full of clothes that have the
audacity to come back clean!) and random phone calls where no one ever speaks (I
get those all the time - they're probably irate Spice Girls fans who wonder why
I keep being rude about them). The narrator is beside himself with worry, which
reveals itself in another of the album's delightful middle eights ('The more I
get to know I find out how much I don't know') where we actually feel sorry for
the narrator, reflecting on how his heart burns with so much passion but his
wife is icy cold. However for the most part of the song he's just another of
this album's unlikeable idiots, caught up in a world of needless espionage and paranoia
of his own making. The best part of the song comes from the interaction between
Eric and Graham, with Gouldmann acting as the sharpish green-eyed monster
driving him on ('I...want...what you got! You got...what...I need!'), the two
bouncing off each other just like the good ol' days. Alas there isn't much else
of interest here, with a song that runs out of ideas as early as the first
chorus and ends with no resolution, good or bad, for the jealous narrator who
is clearly having a psychological breakdown or his put-upon girlfriend (it
would have made perfect sense for her to leave him because of his jealousy and
only then go out with someone else, for example, thus giving him something to
really be jealous of!)
However the single biggest misfire on this album is
surely 'Charity Begins At Home'. Eric's latest narrator is besieged by requests
for money from charities. There is of course an element of truth to this song -
the 1980s had been charity central in the wake of 'live aid' and a period of
relative boom in the Western World turning more and more people into helping
out lesser fortunate people - utterly the way it should be as all of you except
one or two Daily Mail readers will surely agree. But I do remember during the
early 90s recession - the time when this album was released - that charities
got more desperate as people had less money to give, playing not so much on
what good a bit of spare change you wouldn't even notice might do to demands
with menaces if you were mean enough not to give it. You can just imagine a
seething Eric trying to write a song while being interrupted by knocks at the
door and calls on the phone asking him for just that and thinking 'right I'll
get you', scribbling down the chorus 'Keep your hands out your pockets -
charity begins at home!' However releasing a song rather than writing it to get
it out of your system is a different matter and much of this song sounds like
one long whinge. Eric tries to be playful - he imagines the people with the
collecting tins walking past the posh car in his driveway and knocking on the
door of his giant mansion up a hill, making out that the narrator can well
afford it and is just a minor. But that just makes things worse - this is
someone who can afford to pay more than 'we' can and if he isn't giving why
should we? This is a heartless, mean-spirited song that lumps all charities
(even the polite and deserving ones) together and the giant slap in the face to
those who do support others with the idea that 'it's a little sacrifice to
sweeten the pill' of making money. Though I'd rather not have to sit through
another charity song like 'Do They Know It's Christmas' in a hurry, we look to
our musicians and 'heroes' to set the tone and to do in their lives what they
do in their songs - help make the world that slightly better a place, with a
touch more love towards our fellow man. Kicking out some of the few crutches
some people have left and by osmosis making fans think this is the 'right'
thing to do is just cruel, however much in jest it was intended and however
true it is that charities (especially around this album's release) were getting
a little greedy and a little desperate. A final verse where the narrator is in
need of the charity tin himself (which would, surely, be more in keeping with
the twists of old in the 10cc songbook) or the narrator falling in love with
the charity collector and going on honeymoon saving the world together would
have made this song a lot more palatable. A shame, because the riff is a lot
more 'wide awake' than most others on this album and there are some great
harmonies on the chorus, if you can ignore what they're singing.
Just as you're reaching the point of despair, along
comes 'Shine A Light In The Dark' to put it all right. The only song from the
two 10cc reunion albums worth owning, this is a great song with all the warmth
and humanity missing from the rest of the album and while the production still
gets in the way it has the best hook of the album and the strongest bands
performance too. Eric is in trouble and doesn't know where to turn in a world
where everything looks black, leaving him sobbing in the corner crying 'Lord
I've had enough!' But other people hear the cry and rush to his aid, leaving
Eric's narrator to discover who his real friends are: they're the people who
show me mercy when I'm helpless, hold me back when I get reckless, stand me up
when I get legless!' Most of all they're the people who 'shine a light in the
dark' and show that the world isn't as bad as it sometimes seems. The
revelation injects new life to the song which decides that 'there's no harmony
in a one-man band' and which grows, but by hit into an enjoyable singalong that
overcomes the sanitised backing to become warm and joyous. The song's movement
from timid tragedy to bouncy brotherhood is very well controlled and this was a
song born for the stage (the live version from the period album '10cc Live In
Concert' is far better than this studio take by the way). Even a middle eight
which mourns all the people who don't come to the narrator's aid ('Where on
Earth do I look for heaven's sake?!) and takes the song back down to a state of
depression, can't stand in the way: this is a song of celebration not of
commiseration and the silver lining in the cloud (sympathy) is exquisitely set
out here. The moment's pause of doubt and hesitation between the verse and
chorus ('Got to show me mercy when I'm helpless...show me mercy when I'm
helpless!') is a particular masterstroke as the narrator wonders if anyone will
come to his aid before discovering that the people who really care for him all
do. 'Light' is easily the album highlight, shining a light in the 'darker'
areas of this album full of unsavoury characters, and is the direction the rest
of the album should have taken, a much more palatable update of the original
10cc sound. My only regret is that this song about brotherhood should feature
no appearance from Godley and an inaudible part from Creme, though Stewart and
Gouldmann together sound utterly fantastic.
The album ends with 'Don't Break The Promises'. The
song was recorded, as 'Don't Break The Promise', by Paul McCartney and intended
for the 1986 album 'Press To Play' although it sounded like much more of a 10-cc
song even back then, with its reggae beat and words and music doing two separate
things (McCartney's version sadly hasn't come out officially yet, although a
snatch was played on his 'Oobu Joobu' radio series); a second far superior
outtake from the sessions 'Yvonne's The One' will kick off next 10cc album
'Mirror Mirror'. Ironically, Eric re-works the song in the style more
traditionally linked to Paul's: this version is a silly love song, a torch
ballad played slowly and sadly. The narrator has 'so much I want to say' and
tries to address a partner after a relationship that once was so full of
promise seems to be drifting apart. It's the sort of thing Eric used to do so
well on songs like 'Survivor' and 'Don't Turn Me Away' and the
McCartney-Stewart collaborations are usually so solid: 'Footprints', the pair's
other ballad, is the best McCartney song of the 1980s and would have made for a
fab 10cc song. This song however is nearly unlistenable, an overlong pop ballad
that sounds frustratingly insincere and overblown (which of course makes it the
mist 'contemporary' song on the album given the era we're in). To be fair,
Eric's not the problem this time around and his gutsy guitar solo is again the
highlight - it is again the anonymous backing and the slow tempo that makes
sitting through six minutes of treacle a drag. The band have broken their
'promise', of always offering fans something they can't get elsewhere and doing
it with a care and attention to detail that would make lesser band's head spin.
This song in particular but this album as a whole is just a whole lot of nothing,
with clichéd lyrics over an unmemorable tune and a performance that's the
epitome of ugly. Even the McCartney version, revved up into the reggae pop song
it should never have been, is better than this.
Overall, then, '...Meanwhile...' is a reunion album
that should never have been attempted. The band weren't ready to get back
together again just yet, the lingering tensions that had been eased by a decade
of absence start up all over again and to make matters worse Graham and Eric
were given a producer and a band completely alien to their styles. This could
yet have been a great reunion album - with Kevin and Lol back on board for the
first time in a full sixteen years and a record company ready to spend money
(in the recording of this record, if not the promotion). 'Shine A Light' and to
some extent 'Wonderland ' and 'Welcome To Paradise' prove how much the band
still had to offer and how much music they could offer that no other band could
possibly have given us, neatly updated for a modern age without sacrificing too
much of what made the band stand out. The rest of the album, though, is one long
list of missed opportunities, with an insipid backing not making the most out of
songs that ended up going in so many wrong directions from their promising
beginnings and which barely feature Godley, Creme or even Gouldmann (who
doesn't get a single lead vocal the whole album - a far cry from the days of
true partnership on 'Bloody Tourists' and 'Ten Out Of Ten'). Recording albums
because the record company ask you to is all very well and it's easy to sit
here having seen how the album turned out and without the promise of a cheque
dangling over my head to turn round and say they shouldn't have done it. But,
even so, they shouldn't have done it: this is an album where the songs were put
into the oven before they were ready to start cooking and yet still came out
burnt through too much studio tinkering, a far cry from where we last left the
band when everything nearly turned to gold (however low the band's record sales
had fallen in the early 1980s - that's a whole other consideration aside from a
record's quality). Few fans from the band's mid-70s heyday would even recognise
this album as '10cc', sharing as it does so few similarities with albums from
their past - and yet it doesn't sound anything like a classic pop album from
the 1990s either, with the band's sound updated only to what Eric had been
doing with Paul McCartney and Graham with Andrew Gold in Wax a full five years
earlier. Both of those extra-curricular projects had far more 'heart' and
'soul' than this album, which seemed doomed from the start. However, to shine a
little light in the darkness, the band are simply too talented to record a
truly duff album and there are little nuggets that work well, in addition to a
single classic over-looked song. Whether that's enough to buy an album that
doesn't work 90% of the time in order to honour respect for the band and to
hear a good band having a bad day is another matter. Meanwhile, 'Meanwhile' is
an album out of time that made any last great 10cc reunion unlikely - though
there is one more studio album to come under the band's name that really is
just two solo albums for the price of one and while better than this album in
so many ways (there are less bad songs, there's a better production and a
slightly stronger sense of direction) 'Mirror' also loses out on the few
strengths this album has (a song as powerful as 'Shine A Light', occasional harmonies
and Eric's fiery guitar solos). Not exactly 'Ten Out Of Ten' then, in all
meanings of the words.
A NOW COMPLETE LIST OF 10cc ARTICLES TO READ AT ALAN’S ALBUM
ARCHIVES:
'Thinks...School Stinks!' (1970)
http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2009/07/news-views-and-music-issue-36-hotlegs.html
'10cc' (1973) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2010/11/news-views-and-music-issue-80-10cc-1972.html
'Sheet Music' (1974) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2011/12/news-views-and-music-issue-125-10cc.html
'The Original Soundtrack' (1975) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2009/05/news-views-and-music-issue-32-10cc.html
'How Dare You!' (1976) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2014/08/10cc-how-dare-you-1976.html
'Deceptive Bends'
(1977) http://www.alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/10cc-deceptive-bends-1977.html
'Bloody Tourists' (1978) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2008/07/review-73-10cc-bloody-tourists-1978.html
‘Look, Hear (Are You Normal?)’ (1980) http://www.alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2013/05/10cc-look-hear-are-you-normal-1980.html
'10 Out of 10' (1981) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2008/07/review-80-10cc-10-out-of-10-1981.html
'Windows In The Jungle' (1983) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2008/07/review-86-10cc-windows-in-jungle-1983.html
'Meanwhile' (1992) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2015/09/10cc-meanwhile-1992.html
'Mirror Mirror' (1995) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.nl/2016/09/10cc-mirror-mirror-1995.html
Pre-10cc: 1965-1973, A Guide to Mindbenders, Mockingbirds and Frabjoy and
Runciple Spoon!
The sidetrips of Godley
and Crème 1977-1988 https://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2017/07/10cc-side-trips-of-kevin-godley-and-lol.html
Non-Album Songs Part One
1972-1980 https://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2017/07/10cc-non-album-songs-part-one-1972-1980.html
Non-Album Songs Part Two
1981-2006 https://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2017/07/10cc-non-album-songs-part-two-1981-2006.html
Surviving TV Clips, Music Videos and Unreleased Recordings https://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2017/08/10cc-and-godley-creme-surviving-tv.html
Solo/Wax/Live/Compilation
Albums Part One 1971-1986
https://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2017/08/10cc-solocompilationlivewax-albums-part.html
Solo/Wax/Live/Compilation Albums Part Two 1987-2014 https://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2017/08/10cc-sololivecompilationwax-albums-part.html
Landmark Concerts and Cover Versions http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.com/2018/07/10cc-five-landmark-concerts-and-three.html
10cc Essay: Not-So-Rubber
Bullets http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.com/2018/06/10cc-essay-not-so-rubber-bullets.html