Dear reader, here as promised is part three of our 'essays' series.
Assuming Neil doesn't suddenly release his fourth album of the year (!) we will be taking a break next week for our Christmas issue and our annual review of the year and then now that our reviews are over we will be back full time for the new year starting with our Buffalo Springfield review...
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Most of the people who have been kind enough to spend some time chatting to me since starting this writing project ten years ago have a moment when they go 'hang on, how old are you exactly?!' Being a ghostly online presence (not unlike Belle and Sebastian's early days) means that I could be anything or anybody and I'm a bit loathe to break people's ideas of what I am (the reality's boring and so am I!) To most people I surely come across as some grizzled old veteran looking on modern music (especially The Spice Girls) with distaste while banging on about the good old days and throwing things at the telly. Somebody once asked me, in all innocence, whether I was having fun writing this in my 'retirement' (to be fair my I.T. skills doesn't exactly scream hip and trendy either). Notwithstanding the fact that I am indeed fairly grizzled and have been known to throw things at the telly (especially when The Spice Girls and/or conservative politicians are on) I am, in fact, much younger than most of my music choices would suggest.
Assuming Neil doesn't suddenly release his fourth album of the year (!) we will be taking a break next week for our Christmas issue and our annual review of the year and then now that our reviews are over we will be back full time for the new year starting with our Buffalo Springfield review...
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Most of the people who have been kind enough to spend some time chatting to me since starting this writing project ten years ago have a moment when they go 'hang on, how old are you exactly?!' Being a ghostly online presence (not unlike Belle and Sebastian's early days) means that I could be anything or anybody and I'm a bit loathe to break people's ideas of what I am (the reality's boring and so am I!) To most people I surely come across as some grizzled old veteran looking on modern music (especially The Spice Girls) with distaste while banging on about the good old days and throwing things at the telly. Somebody once asked me, in all innocence, whether I was having fun writing this in my 'retirement' (to be fair my I.T. skills doesn't exactly scream hip and trendy either). Notwithstanding the fact that I am indeed fairly grizzled and have been known to throw things at the telly (especially when The Spice Girls and/or conservative politicians are on) I am, in fact, much younger than most of my music choices would suggest.
Not only am I a lot more juvenile than a majority of the bands I
cover like The Rolling Stones (well, to be fair, who isn't?!) and The Beatles,
I am also a little bit younger than the most modern bands in this series: Belle
and Sebastian and Oasis. Strictly speaking even these bands are a few years
before my time but compared to most of the groups I cover a few years is
nothing so, hey, they're 'mine'. Most people are surprised at this, a few are
horrified and only a handful have taken it in their stride. One or two have
even seen it as the start of an argument: 'These songs weren't written for you
- what right do you have to write about them?' Well, first of all I'm a firm
believer in the idea that music is written for everyone it moves, regardless of
age, race, space or time. Our 'conclusions' in our books even make the point
that the music will never truly die as long as humans still have ears to hear
them with. But secondly being an 'outsider' gives me a chance to see things
that people who grew up at the time, only perhaps knowing a part of the story
of what an artist will go on to make, can't see. I can see (or think I see) generational
patterns, as the energy and youthfulness of the early 1960s gives away to deep
thought and seriousness at wanting to change the world in the middle of the
decade, despair when it doesn't happen and a split between hippies and punks
who both want to save the world and destroy it. Spiritually I'll always feel
part of 'this' 1960s-1970s generation (whether they want me or not is a moot
point), which is why I write about it so much, but the fact remains that,
physically, I'm an outsider and not part of 'this' generation at all. Plus of
course music in 'my' day was largely rubbish - there's no way, even with all
the peer group pressure in the world, I'm going to waste my precious ears
listening to boy and girl bands when I could be listening to real grown-ups
singing about real life from fifty odd years ago (in retrospect I can see
exactly why people assume I'm a grizzled 60/70 something!)
I would like to think that I 'get' the music as well as anyone,
that I've immersed myself in enough culture from the period to 'get' all the references
(it helps that 1960s TV was a lot better than it is nowadays too) and I'll
match anyone the 'right' age sob for sob for how much this music means to them.
However, I will always be that tiny aspect removed because though I've felt it
and thought it and learnt it and experienced the ripples of it, I haven't lived
it. The last time we appeared to be likely to die in a cold war nuclear
explosion I was six, while most of my heroes were in old age before I was born.
When Roger Daltrey snarls his way through 'Talking 'bout my generation' I feel
the thrill, I love the lyrics, I so agree with the philosophy and I'll gladly
listen to it all day long (and have!), but he's not singing about me or my
generation. Goodness knows I want him to be singing about my generation, I long
for my era to care as much as 'his' generation do, to be that full of ambition
and determination to put things 'right' and fight for a better tomorrow - but
I'm cursed by the fact that, even from the first time I heard that song, I knew
it wasn't 'true' - that the problems of the past didn't all f-f-f-fade away and
there probably won't be another 1960s hope and love until enough people begin
to think it's worth trying again. Sadly I'm not sure if that will happen in my
lifetime (though if this era's music has taught me anything it's the importance
of 'having hope').
However one band, maybe two, do talk about 'my generation': Belle
and Sebastian and (to some extent and briefly) Oasis (before they realised,
perhaps, that the energy of 'our' generation all gathered together was
'dangerous' and we coped better in small groups). The problem 'my' generation
has, caught between the empty digital pop fodder of the 1980s and the largely
equally empty digital dance/sampling fodder of the 21st century so far, is what
to make of that brief bit of time in the 1990s when music was being made on
actual real-life instruments for real-life people about real life problems,
rather than glorifying and sanctifying pop stars who only think they're being
'new' and 'bold' because they don't know enough musical history to realise
someone did their thing before them (usually better; more often than not a
member of The Beatles). Is it a whole new era on its own, a 'Generation Y' to
be laid alongside the greats of the past, the 'Generation X'? (We're in 'Generation
Z' now apparently. Where do go next by the way? Generation AAA'?!?) Or was it
just an inevitable echo, the way the 1980s took most of their ideas from the
1950s and the way the current music scene has a distinctly 1970s flavour? Sadly
it's a little too early to tell and it won't be me writing those books about
the Britpop years and beyond because we don't have the perspective yet, but my
successors (poor chaps).
What I do know is that no other band captures what living
through this often confusing period felt like and still feels like as well as
Belle and Sebastian. Though Oasis tried to bring back the confidence and
swagger, along with the wave of Britpop that followed, for the most part what
'my' generation (and a little bit before us) feel is confusion - that
confidence is just a smokescreen. The 1960s dream didn't 'work': we aren't
surrounded by hippies and we still lead 9-5 jobs, while wars break out every
five minutes - more now, probably, given that trump is American president. But
equally it's clear that the 1980s nightmare really didn't 'work': pitching people
against each other in a dog-eat-dog culture and a never-ending arms race was
always going to end in tears and mass divisions, even though luckily we didn't
quite blow each other up and just threw ideologies and threats at each other
instead. To be an 'intellectual' in the 1960s was a great thing to be: you were
encouraged to think up solutions, see outside the 'box' and come to stand up to
injustice several centuries old with a sense of the righteous youthful new,
thanks to a combination of genuinely inspiring and creative musicians and a
feeling, after childhoods spent in World War Two, that this all has to end now.
To be an intellectual in the 1990s and 2000s is to be miserable: you can see
the solutions (sometimes), you can shake up your tiny bit of the world
(sometimes) but there's just too much sadness and greed, an even bigger sense
of inequality economically socially and politically, with too many big things
to overthrow that are too entrenched after several extra years in power.
There's also an underlying sense of disappointment that if the 1960s kids
couldn't break down the system completely then we've had it - we're outnumbered
so badly by the baby boomers now in power and far more fragmented. Even a 1960s
team effort only made parts of the world a better place for some - we're too
disunited and cornered, split over whether to attack or help, to grab or
provide, to be kind or be cowardly. So we do it all, over and over, eating our
own tails.
Don't get me wrong: the spirit is there - I've seen it firsthand
even at school rallies to get Thatcher out (well worth that detention I tell
you!), multiple anti Iraq war protests, a surge of support for 'our' heroes
every bit as passionate as that for JFK, Che Guevara and Martin Luther
King and in actual fact more people
gather to protest something, anything, year upon year than ever happened in the
past. The desire isn't the problem - it's the unity. The difficulty is we're isolated pockets of
protest who don't have the 'voice' of a media determined to silence us or the
belief that what we're doing will 'work' one day, the way the 1960s generation
did. The 1960s changed so many things
for better, but not everything and we're living in the middle of their results
and seeing how some things are better (better gender and race equality, though
far from perfect and a little bit more peace) and some things are worse (more
drugs and a lot more dysfunctional broken families; Murdoch has the perfect
line here too in [9] 'I Could Be Dreaming: 'A family's like a loaded gun; point
it in the wrong direction and someone's going to get killed'. Great, we're a
generation that has to walk on eggshells too as well as struggling in the wider
world; it's notable, too, that the closest thing to a 'love song' or fully
working relationship in the whole B and S canon is either between a human and
God - [142] 'Read The Blessed Pages' -
or an arranged marriage to save deportation on [2] 'The State I Am In'. With
this band even the traditional sources of love and support come a cropper).
We're caught between wanting to push things through further and hitting up
against brick walls quicker than our elders ever did. Plus many of this
generation are our parents and hey, what's more thrilling to most teenagers -
rebelling against a long established world order or your parents who tried to
tear it down brick by brick? (If it riles your parents working 9-5 making money
and wearing a suit that's most likely what you're going to do!) It's the next
generation, the Z-ers, who give me the most hope if they take from their
grandparents rather than their parents ('us!') and finish the job properly, but
as there's even less of them around and a far smaller chance for them of ever
getting a job post-credit-crunch I fear we might be in for a long wait.
Anyway, back to 'my' generation. The reason our music became so
fractured (grunge, rock, pop, dance, rap and a surprise traditional county
revival I really wasn't expecting) is because we were so fractured. Some of us
carried on the hippie way of life, others buckled down to work, others embraced
the 'dark side' of greed and power: all of thought we were 'right' but none of
us got far enough to actually 'prove' it. That's why you see such a mingling of
styles across the 1990s too: 1950s escapism mingling with 1960s hope and love,
a 1970s demand for 'heroes' and 1980s I'm-alright-Jack impersonality. The
bright new world promised by digital synths in the 1980s was no longer the
'future' and anyway was too cold and heartless for what we wanted to 'say' once
the world moved on from thoughts of greed and power. But there were no great
new inventions in the 1990s (rap and dance and grunge were all 1980s babies
formed in protest at pop synths), no new ideas and no great drive forward.
Naturally, being the babies of the last two decades of a century packed full of
change, we looked backwards - but no one could decide what bit of the 'past' to
borrow. Some bands nicked bits of the 1960s and ignored the more recent 1980s
(Oasis for the most part and all their copycats, plus the under-rated Marillion
who pretended every movement since 1968 simply hadn't happened), while others
pretended it was still the 1980s and continued to grow their hair in mullets
and ponytails.
The best bands, like Belle and Sebastian, embraced it all. Their
records, especially the early ones, are like a sampler of everything that came
before it for visiting aliens after a crash course in 20th century music:
Merseybeat catchiness, folk lyricism, psychedelic peace, 1970s poetic prog, an
occasional burst of punk aggression and1980s synths and songs that sound
'different' to what they're trying to tell us. In short, Belle and Sebastian
used more ingredients to cook up their music than maybe any other band in
history. What's more, they knew their stuff too. I think I know a lot about
music but Stevie Jackson probably knows more about the 1960s than I do, growing
up on a similar diet of 1960s music in a 1980s that sounded diametrically
opposed to it (many of his solo songs play on this idea, his playground naive
innocent who still thought The Beatles were more hip and happening than any pop
trend also a dead ringer for me). Isobel Campbell thought the same but chose
hipper, more cultish acts to adore. Stuart Murdoch loved the 1980s new wave
acts with a passion. Stuart David loved the avant garde weird stuff that came
in and out of fashion. Some of the band were even into classical music. That's
a lot of styles and many a band have come a cropper with similar ideas of
uniting everything, but Murdoch's (and to some extent the others') writing
voice is strong enough and original and of its time enough to hold everything
together.
Because he is writing about 'us'. No question, he's the first
writer I've really heard writing about my generation in all our muddled, proud,
lonely, confused glory. While Oasis had everybody down the pub for a singsong
and The Spice Girls appealed to empty-headed pop lovers who didn't really
listen to the lyrics but wanted to look like the twits on the front cover,
Belle and Sebastian were writing about the common 1990s character of the
mis-understood loner, usually being taken advantage of by someone in authority
(most of these characters are still at school after all). Though the dating
gets a bit weird (Stuart's m.e. left his main memories and inspirations for
music back in his 1980s schooldays, something that lasted for quite a while
through the bands' songs of the1990s), by and large we're the youngsters
getting picked on, every generation above us telling us we're too unruly, too
well-behaved, too thick, too clever, too rebellious, too conformist, too greedy
and ambitious, too laidback and uncaring to live up to past glories, depending
who exactly is talking to us and when.
I've watched people dismiss my generation as a 'bunch of
hooligans' while watching the news about how so many people have outscored past
years in exams they're having to re-set the pass rate and how they help elderly
ladies cross the road; I've also seen my generation praised for their tolerance
over such once up-in-the-air issues as race and gender politics after becoming
arguably the first to live with equality in most things as being 'normal'. But
equality isn't here yet: I've also seen a far scarier rise of gender and racial
issues which can't be explained away by ignorance of the fact that 'everybody
thinks like that'. Some make out that 'our' generation are a bunch of cowards,
hiding behind political correctness and twitter 'block' buttons. But we have
more to be scared of than ever before and we fight with more to lose, given our
lack of job security which no previous generation faced until at least middle
age; plus the threat to our world isn't a world war that kills only soldiers or
an atomic bomb that kills everybody but sporadic terrorist threats that could
strike anywhere at anytime. Our generation (especially the bit just below 'us')
grew up in a world where nothing was safe or taken for granted and death could
come at anytime. Most of our generation came to 'power' just as the credit
crunch took the hope of career and future away from us, leaving us further
divided as we fought between each other for the crumbs. Our generation are
disillusioned with both sides of politics, not just one, caught between (at
least in the UK) a party who lies about wars for greed and power and a party
that lies about how many savings they're going to make and when for more greed
and power than anyone could possibly ever need, without any hope of a 'saviour'
(because even if we get one, like Jeremy Corbyn, the establishment are
established enough now to kill them off from the start). Even 'our' Beatles,
Oasis, could only get so big before shattering in a haze of self-indulgence and
uncertainty over what to do with all that power, music fans enough to know how
the story was likely to end (something The Beatles never had to face given
everything was 'new'). Our generation were smaller to begin with compared to
our bigger-sized generations (yes there are more people on the planet now but less
babies being born, especially in our era) and we seem to be dying out quicker,
with a much faster rate of suicide and premature illness. We're not a healthy
bunch with a great future ahead of us - we are the permanently worried, largely
powerless generation, to the 1940s survivors, the 1960s' young hopefuls and the
1970s-80s kareer kids. None of these generations ever had it easy - and I'd
never swap living through what I went through to cope with a war, even one that
led to greater equality in many areas - but living through our generation, when
progress has largely stagnated sucks: all the good fights have been won, all
the visible progress has been made and the momentum is with our 'enemies'.
There's no heroes, only villains and little justice or hope, only the same old
lies on repeat. Oh, the state we're in.
That's why Belle and Sebastian are 'our' band, over and above
all the others. More than any other writer Stuart Murdoch manages to conjure up
a sense of all the above (or at least he does to my ears), managing to be
everything. He combines not only the 1960s through to the 1980s influences but
also a combination of Lennon and McCartney working practices. The songs in this
book are nearly all lyrically driven bursts of emotion and anger, wrapped up in
golden melodic nuggets that diffuse all that hurt and longing with beauty.
These characters hurt the way we're hurting, ignored by teachers looking up
'our' skirts, dismissed by people as attention-seeking when we're exploring
'our' sexuality (there's a lot of confusion about that going on - Murdoch
surprised many fans when he got married a couple of years ago after decades of
slipping in songs about gay and lesbian characters into his songs) or simply being
bullied for talking a bit posh in a world where being clever and standing out
from being 'common insignificant scum' gets us punched (ours is a generation
where, more than ever before, you're not supposed to feel 'special', which
funnily enough is exactly what Belle and Sebastian make 'us' feel most of the
time, giving us an attention we never get in 'real' life). We are out of
practice, we're out of sight, on the edge of nobody's empire.
Belle and Sebastian's characters almost always suffer and never
have it easy - but they're not passive, helpless victims either and actively hope
and dream and long for better futures. Sometimes Murdoch's characters manage to
find a way out of their situation: [3] String Bean Jean finds a way past her
problems with anorexia, [27] Photo Jenny finds escapism back home away from her
peer group and [98] Lord Anthony will one day pass enough exams to 'raise two
fingers' to the people who thought he would amount to nothing. Enough
characters 'lose' though for this to be more than just lazy unrealistic writing
and for every hero there's a sacrificial victim: [24] Lazy Line Painter Jane
tries to get attention by falling pregnant, only to give birth alone and
friendless on a bus, [25] 'You Made Me Forget My Dreams' sees a frustrated
lover so distraught at being unable to communicate turning to murder and poor
Lisa ends up 'losing it' (on [5]) as disaster after disaster hits her throughout
the day. [12] 'I Don't Love Anyone' tries to reject everything that came
before, full of glamour and tinsel, even 'Christmas' and especially the
narrator's dysfunctional family, but it's still searching for something to
replace the gaps with and can't find it. These are 'my' people as I see so many
of my intelligent, hard-working, committed, right-minded friends and peers, now
silenced in dead-end jobs or no job at all despite their many talents - sure
that something better is out there but not able to agree as a generation on
what that something is.
Still, though, Murdoch's characters dream of a future away from
being trapped, even when the odds are against them. [9] 'I Could Be Dreaming'
has the most Belle and Sebastian line ev-uh, combining local glumness with
generational angst, when the narrator looks at the huge sea of steps to the
town hall that feels another world away and imagines all the people who aren't
represented there but want to be, that 'for every step there is a local boy who
wants to be a hero'. Even commitment and hard work, the usual solutions for
most songwriters, don't work in the Belle and Sebastian universe, a legacy
perhaps of the illness Murdoch caught when he was working too hard. There are
no less than three songs about the [70] 'loneliness of being a distance runner',
the other two being [18] 'Fox In The Snow' worrying about the runner's health when
the narrator wonders why they push themselves so hard for no reward and [33] 'It
Could Have Been A Different Career', sympathising when the athlete over-extends
himself and ends up with a stroke. The only way we can get ahead is luck of the
draw, of being in the right place at the right time - because to Murdoch we are
all talented and 'special' and deserve a better world than the one we got
lumbered with. We aren't the 'lucky' generation of the 1960s whose path was lit
by The Beatles or the ambitious kids of the 1980s who made pots of money when
they could to brighten their later days, or even the current generation who can
be 'discovered' through reality TV if they wish to despite often having no talent
whatsoever; instead we're the losers in the school playground of life, picked
on by other generations without the power to fight back or the organisation to
work out how to begin fighting people bigger than ourselves.
While other bands of this era tried to pretend that I'm an idiot
who'll buy any old pop record and not care about anyone except myself (who
mentioned 'The Spice Girls'?!) Murdoch 'gets' our generation, our stifled
intellectualism and our desperate need to better ourselves even though it only
makes our situation worse and the people in charge will only say that exams
were much easier in their day, even when we pass all of them. We don't want to
be patronised or told it's gonna be alright when we know it probably won't, we
just want someone to understand our pain and our frustration when we try to be
'discovered for our art' and get told to get a 'proper' job and leave art to
artier generations. Murdoch knows this because
he stayed for years in bed listening to the stories of what his friends were
going through in the scary outside world, convinced that would be his fate next
too on the unlucky chance he got better, tracing threads back to when things
went wrong for all the smart, happy, confident kids he used to know. He was
'trapped' in bed, but the awful contradiction was that he knew from his peers
that there was precious little to get out of bed for and that most people he
knew felt 'trapped' too. His 'God Help The Girl' film is about the very moment
when hopes and dreams became disappointments, set in a bands' late teens as
they set out to try to change the world but find in a fragmented, uncertain
universe that they can barely help themselves and are forced to change in order
to get by - a metaphor for my poor generation if ever there was one. There may
be other writers I love just as much, who speak to my soul in a way no one else
does (Ray Davies, Pete Townshend, most of The Beach Boys and Beatles, all of
CSN), but no other writer 'gets' my particular generation this well I don't
think.
However, something changed a few years ago in Murdoch's writing
which still gives me hope (quite possibly the marriage and children he'd given
up all hope of in his early 40s). You haven't got there yet in the book so I
won't spoil it too much, but there's a moment on 2015 album 'Girls In Peacetime
Just Want To Dance' where Stuart tries to write his 'normal' type of character,
alienated from her peers and reading Sylvia Plath poems to feel less alone. She's
a clear parallel for every confused school kid (usually female) he's ever
written for down the years - bright and bubbly, made out to feel stupid and
rejected, forced to become withdrawn and hardened. Suddenly, halfway through
the song, after doing his usual sympathising and comforting and understanding,
Murdoch actually blesses his character (a side effect from his growing belief
in Christianity) and sends her his 'faith' of a better future because he
suddenly realises he has enough faith himself this many years into the band's
career to spare to give to the rest of us, that as Belle and Sebastian gave him
faith so he gives that faith over to 'us'. I'd like to think that it's not only
this one character who suddenly gets the gift of 'faith' but in retrospect all
the String Bean Jeans, Lisas, Painter Janes and Lord Anthonys and maybe that we
listeners too are blessed with Murdoch's faith that better days may come, that
we will be hushed victims no more. For Belle and Sebastian don't just represent
the 'worst' of us, struggling to lead normal lives in a most un-normal world,
but the best of us too as they see our strength, our tenacity and our refusal
to give in. We're the generation that everyone has dismissed, but that only
makes our fight stronger. Murdoch, you sense, somewhere deep inside, believes in
miracles despite being as realistic a writer as any out there, having
experienced one himself when he bucked the dead-end misery of illness and
unemployment to find a musical future he wasn't expecting to find on a
jobcentre course of all things. Throughout Belle and Sebastian's catalogue
there's an unspoken rule, too, that we might get our own miracle one day if we
can only last long enough; [156] 'Ever Had A Little Faith?' asks a recent song,
telling us to put our headphones on and drown out the world and find ourselves.
Maybe we do have that faith, at last. Now Murdoch clearly didn't write these
songs just for 'us' any more than The Beatles only believed that only their
particular age group really needed love (and anyway music is the one true
universal language, without borders or boundaries), but a band will always
write about what they know first and foremost and for once our generation are
first in the queue here.
What's more, Belle and Sebastian were presented like a band of
our generation should be, long before most mainstream acts caught onto the
idea. They grew via word of mouth and a limited edition internet release, back
in the days when most people (me included) didn't know what the heck the internet
was. Their career exists, or at least did for the first seven years, not
because of a 1960s explosion or a 1980s mega publicity campaign but through
humble word of mouth, their following growing little bit by little bit all the
time. They even started, perfectly for my generation, on that jobcentre course
where they were ignored for most of it and made a band more because they had
nothing else going for them than through any great realistic ambition or hope,
the way The Beatles and comrades did. Like a lot of us, Belle and Sebastian
remained unseen for most of their career, only really starting to play gigs in
earnest from 1998 onwards and even then mostly sticking to town halls and local
venues, while that year also marked the first time any of them appeared on
their own packaging (and even then tinted a lurid shade of green). To this day
most of the people who appear on the band's albums are friends of the group,
not band-members or models, eager to join in the idea of Belle and Sebastian as
an extended 'family' made up of all of us. The albums come without writing
credits to the extent that only on a 1999 re-release of internet debut
'Tigermilk' did we learn what the names of the band even were. Things changed
when the band left smaller label Jeepster to get on Rough Trade records - they
were also one of the last groups to appear on Top Of The Pops and even started
doing interviews as well as featuring a much more marketable, commercial sound.
But they remain true to their roots as 'our band', 'playing' at being just
another modern rock band while still singing eccentric songs about eccentric
characters who could be 'other' members of 'our' extended family in all our
unlikely, befuddled, passionate glory. They've become big not through being
talked about but simply through being loved, as each fan who discovers them
passes on their records anew to our mates and so on. They slipped through the
cracks of power, uncompromised (largely) by record label capitalist
interference and defied their miserable start full of illness and unemployment
to become one of the most loved bands that ever was (and this is a band who
truly inspire love in their devotees, the way the best bands do, even if there
still aren't quite enough of us to match past movements yet; we fans are
currently split between wanting to see them enjoy the success they deserve and
wanting to keep them a special secret just for ourselves; my love of passing on
good music to good people has 'won' though, hence this book. Hence, too, the
sheer amount of online fans who voted them the 'Brit Newcomers' in 1998,
despite the fact that almost no one - again me included - had even heard of
them at the time and they, umm, started in 1995). That, I think, is a lesson
for my generation: we might not get there en masse the way the 1960s kids did
and we certainly won't make the money and fame and fortune the way the 1980s
kids, but I'm ok with that - as long as a few of us trickle through to 'make'
it for all the right reasons to inspire the others and 'make things pretty if
we can' and we never have to stop being ourselves, that's good enough for me. Maybe
by the time we get there the world will start turning again and Belle and
Sebastian will yet be the world's biggest band, instead of the greatest group
most people have never heard of, but then this was a band that was never after
fame, fortune, glory or influence and yet used it wisely and kindly when they
got it. Maybe it's not too late for 'us' to do the same. We are the ones who
will never realise that it doesn't pay to be smarter than teachers, smarter than
most boys. Even though we know the world was made for men - and not us!
"Live
2015"
(Concert Live, May 2015)
Intro/Nobody's Empire/I'm A Cuckoo/The
Party Line/Dirty Dream Number Two/If She Wants Me/I Want The World To
Stop/Perfect Couples/Lord Anthony/If You're Feeling Sinister/The Power Of
Three/Electronic Renaissance/Dear Catastrophe Waitress/If You Find Yourself
Caught In Love/The Boy With The Arab Strap/Legal Man/Sleep The Clock Around/Get
Me Away From Here I'm Dying!/Le Pastie De La Bourgeoisie
"I
want to write a message to you every night at ten o'clock in the evening"
Returning to their 'roots' as an internet band,
Belle and Sebastian streamed this homecoming concert from the Glasgow Hydro
arena to their fans for a price, with a limited edition format on CD (the first
100 signed by the band members - the show went on 'proper' sale with shops and
everything only in Japan). It's kind of the third 'nearly' live B and S CD
after the extra disc on copies of 'Live At The BBC' and the complete live
recording of 'If You're Feeling Sinister'. It's also by far the best: after
twenty years of treating the live show as an inconvenient part of record-making
Belle and Sebastian have somehow transformed themselves into a tight,
disciplined yet still tremendously exciting live act and 2015, from what I've
heard, appears to have been their best tour so far. The 'Girls In Peacetime'
songs fit well with the live arena, the 'Write About Love' songs sound better
without all the productions and the dip into the bag of oldies has some really
fascinating moments such as a fifteen year old [60] 'Legal Man' just at the
point when we were accepting we were never going to hear it live and a
passionate performance of [98] 'Lord Anthony', perhaps the single least likely
B and S song to play on the stage given it's tricky chord changes and
orchestral backing! The moments of speech - some typically tongue-in-cheek
humour about the 'history' of the band and the amount of 'T-shirts' on sale,
pall compared to the songs but even these reveal the anarchic spirit of Belle
and Sebastian is in good health. Even if nothing is quite a substitute for the
studio albums and there are no really big risks taken across the show, this is
a worthy souvenir from a band who've finally got really good at this live business
after twenty years of practice. Who'd
have guessed that after the ramshackle gigs of the first years together?
Non-Album
Recordings Part #12: 2015:
A) The limited edition double-vinyl set
of 'Girls In Peacetime' came with four extra tracks - oddly dropped in at
random with the original running order jumbled up too - and none of which were
up to the album 'proper' but which are nice to have and if nothing else make a
lot more sense of that curious title. The first of these is [161] 'Born To Act', which has a
typically strong Murdoch female character dancing, in peacetime. The backing is
odd - it's much more muscly and a lot more 1970s than the usual B and S fare
and sounds more like it belongs on 'The Life Pursuit' with Stuart almost
shouting his lyric, just as if he's back at the 'Party Line' disco again. He knows
he can't compete with the beauty he sees but he's locked eye-contact with her and
is trying to act cool while secretly praying she doesn't simply get up and leave
before he's overcome his shyness enough to talk to her. The overall feeling is
a bit disjointed and not B and S like enough, but there are still some witty
couplets, such as the classic 'Play a wonderful song to me and it's better than
a date!' and where the girl singing on the record becomes 'my lover surrogate'!
Find it on: the limited edition double vinyl version of 'Girls In
Peacetime Just Want To Dance' (2015)
B) 'Two Birds' sounds even less like the band, with a
strangely 1980s synth-fest kept under control only by a typically B and S
guitar riff. The lyrics return to school at first, with two birds flying the
nest of full-time education while the boy 'Stuart' bird tries to pluck up the
confidence (and feathers?) to ask girl bird 'Sarah' out. Stuart really wants to
risk it all though because in a very B and S couplet 'life is short - and then
you sleep'. The song switches moods halfway through though, becoming a
sort-of-sequel to [153] 'The Cat With The Cream' in which Stuart complains that
the world's priorities are wrong: 'We never give money to the people that are
broke!' he urges and points towards the media's refusal to pay attention to the
real people. 'There are people gathering in the square, they've had enough!' he
cries before turning on bankers, saying that he hoped once the credit crunch
would lead to real change but instead the hole in the tough of money has been
plugged up with the savings of others. It's a highly impressive charge of
emotion which you wish had been left to stay on its own two feet instead of the
song clumsily linking the two disparate parts back together again with 'two
birds' choosing to either cut their nest in half or invest twigs elsewhere
thanks to belief in the people - guess which bird ends up feathering their nest
with more greed? A better tune and a bit more humanity about the performance
and this could have been another strong tune for B and S' most political
album. Find
it on: the limited edition double vinyl version of 'Girls In Peacetime Just
Want To Dance' (2015)
C) 'Piggy In The Middle' is odd in quite a different
way. Over a sultry, slowed down dance backing Stuart complains that he's alone
when he thought a relationship was going places, finding himself caught in a
love triangle. Oddly, Stuart's solution lies in mathematics, drawing new shapes
around his relationship as he uses equations to make his girl become the one in
the 'middle' instead. Later verses have Stuart wishing that he could escape 'to
1986' when Stuart was eighteen (halfway between the two dates mentioned in [2]
'The State I Am In') and remembering another time when he
got dumped on a dance floor. Oddly, though, the mood isn't sad as it would be
on most other B and S songs - instead it's sexy, as if Stuart is belatedly
trying to chat up his long-since-gone lover anyway and bordering on angry at
times with this song full of short, clipped sentences most unlike Murdoch's
usual writing style. The overall recording works rather well, however, thanks
to a storming production and excellent performances all round. Find it on: the limited edition double vinyl version of
'Girls In Peacetime Just Want To Dance' (2015)
D)
'A Politician's Silence'
is the most recognisably B and S song of the four, with a whispered vocal and a
bed of strings taking us right back in time. Unfortunately, while the title
suggests another political diatribe, this is another minor key Belle and
Sebastian romance gone wrong and may be another reference to Isobel. 'I want
you for a lover' Stuart declares but all the signs are bad: the trees are
dying, the wind is building and chaos is everywhere. The only thing that feels
'safe' is when he runs up to his and his partner's old 'bolthole' where he
peers through the window and sees her in the warm, 'absorbing life's stories'
by the fire, a 'comfort blanket' that makes life better even though he can only
feel her presence from a distance. This song feels out of kilter with the rest
of this period, which is about new beginnings and opportunities, but would have
slotted in well on 'Write About Love' or indeed most of the past love stories
in song (it makes for a worthy finale to this book in other words). Stuart and
Sarah's ghostly vocals and the repetitive lyric, which doesn't stop for a
breather or even a chorus, makes this hard going though and not quite as
memorable as past songs on the same subject. Find it
on: the limited edition double vinyl version of 'Girls In Peacetime Just Want
To Dance' (2015)
"The
Jeepster Singles Collection"
(Jeepster, October 2016)
Dog On Wheels EP: Dog On Wheels/The
State I Am In (Demo)/String Bean Jean/Belle and Sebastian
Lazy Line Painter Jane EP: Lazy Line
Painter Jane/You Made Me Forget My Dreams/A Century Of Elvis/Photo Jenny
3...6...9...Seconds Of Light EP: A
Century Of Fakers/Le Pastie De La Bourgeoisie/Beautiful/Put The Book Back On The
Shelf (unlisted: Songs For Children)
This Is Just A Modern Rock Song EP: This
Is Just A Modern Rock Song/I Know Where The Summer Goes/The Gate/Slow Graffiti
Legal Man EP: Legal Man/Judy Is A Dick
Slap/Winter Wooskie/Judy Is A Dick Slap (Re-Mix)
Jonathan David EP: Jonathan David/Take
Your Carriage Clock And Shove It/The Loneliness Of A Middle Distance Runner
I'm Waking Up To Us EP: I'm Waking Up
To Us/I Love My Car/Marx and Engels
"I love my Dog (on wheels), my
3,6,9 seconds of light and my modern rock songs, I can even find it in my heart
to listen to Judy Is A Dickslap again"
If you own the fine if weirdly named set 'Push Barman To Heal Old Wounds' set from 2005 then you don't really need this one - there's nothing new except a rather dull re-mix of the weakest song [61] 'Judy Is A Dickslap', the videos already featured in the 'For Fans Only' DVD and a bit of fancy packaging. Certainly the £95 price-tag seems a bit high for stuff fans have already got, although as it is a limited edition rather than a mainstream money-grabber I'll let the band off. If you don't own any of these seven charming EPs from 1995-2001, though, you're in for a treat as Belle and Sebastian have rarely sounded better, especially on vinyl. Starting right back at the beginning with the first ever recording (a tentative demo of the superb [2a] 'The State I Am In' and the rather hopeful [4] 'Belle and Sebastian On The Radio' back when the band were still students) and on to the end of the Jeepster days (with Stuart Murdoch's scathing farewell to singer Isobel Campbell he's been courting all this time on [71] 'I'm Waking Up To Us' - 'we're a disaster!') this reflects the first and most interesting portion of B and S' career as talented indie wannabes doing what they want even if it turns out a mess and a far cry from the slightly less soulful commercial band of the 21st century. No one can write a lyric like Murdoch or set it to music that pulls at your heart-strings quite so movingly and there are some of the best songs ever written here, from the pregnant teen having a nervous breakdown on the back of a bus on [24] 'Lazy Line Painter Jane' to the spot-on observation of the [28] '20th Century Of Fakers' to the band's most convincing and breathless rocker [29] 'Le Pastie De La Bourgeoisie' to the most gorgeous-sounding evil song ever written [25] 'You Made Me Forget My Dreams' and the indescribable monologue [26] 'A Century Of Elvis'. Superb even at the high price.
A Now Complete Link Of Belle and Sebastian Articles Available
To Read At Alan’s Album Archives:
'Tigermilk' (1995) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2008/07/review-98-belle-and-sebastian-tigermilk.html
'If You're Feeling Sinister' (1996) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2010/11/news-views-and-music-issue-82-belle-and.html
‘The Boy With The Arab Strap’ (1998) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2012/11/belle-and-sebastian-boy-with-arab-strap.html
‘Fold Your Hands, Child,
You Walk Like A Peasant’ (2001) http://www.alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2013/07/belle-and-sebastian-fold-your-hands.html
'Storytelling' (2002) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.com/2017/02/belle-and-sebastian-storytelling-2002.html
'Push Barman To Open Old Wounds' (EP compilation 2003) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2008/07/review-100-belle-and-sebastian-push.html
'Dear Catastrophe Waitress' (2004) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2012/03/news-views-and-music-issue-139-belle.html
'Push Barman To Open Old Wounds' (EP compilation 2003) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2008/07/review-100-belle-and-sebastian-push.html
'Dear Catastrophe Waitress' (2004) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2012/03/news-views-and-music-issue-139-belle.html
'The Life Pursuit' (2006) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2014/09/belle-and-sebastian-life-pursuit-2006.html
'Write About Love' (2010) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2011/01/news-views-and-music-issue-86-belle-and.html
'Write About Love' (2010) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2011/01/news-views-and-music-issue-86-belle-and.html
'God Help The Girl' (Stuart Murdoch Film) (2014) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2015/02/belle-and-sebastianstuart-murdoch-god.html
Girls In Peace Time Just Want To Dance (2015) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/belle-and-sebastian-girls-in-peacetime.html
Belle and Sebastian: Existing TV Clips http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2014/09/belle-and-sebastian-existing-tv-clips.html
Belle and Sebastian: Existing TV Clips http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2014/09/belle-and-sebastian-existing-tv-clips.html
Belle and Sebastian: 12 Unreleased Songs http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2014/09/belle-and-sebastian-12-unreleased-songs.html
Belle and Sebastian: Non-Album Songs http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2014/09/belle-and-sebastian-non-album_29.html
Belle and Sebastian: Solo/Live/Compilation/Rarities
Albums http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2014/10/belle-and-sebastian-assorted.html
Essay: B and S Talkin’
‘Bout My Generation https://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2017/12/belle-and-sebastian-essay-talking-bout.html
Five Landmark Concerts and
Three Key Cover Versions https://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2018/02/belle-and-sebastian-five-landmark.html