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Monday, 16 November 2015

Oasis: '(What's The Story?) Morning Glory' (1996)



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Oasis "(What's The Story) Morning Glory?" (1995)

Hello/Roll With It/Wonderwall/Don't Look Back In Anger/Hey Now/[Untitled One]/Some Might Say/Cast No Shadow/She's Electric/Morning Glory/[Untitled Two]/Champagne Supernova

The Noel Gallagher masterplan seemed to be going well. 'Definitely Maybe' had proved that the 
Gallagher's generation could identify with Oasis in sufficient numbers to make the band a best seller - 'Morning Glory' was all about widening that audience and where Oasis went from being one of the hottest things to happen to the music world to the best. It was a canny move from a music fan who knew enough history to avoid the biggest mistakes: rock music is filled with brilliant debut albums that were either followed by lacklustre repeats of the same formula or bands who split up under the pressure of making that second LP (The Sex Pistols, The Stone Roses). Oasis had vowed from the start that they would be here for the long run and by the look of sales in 1995 few would have argued against that: after achieving the impossible with four best-selling singles from the debut LP, 'Morning Glory' too featured four top five hits including the band's first #1 hit in their homeland (extra bonus points if you're enough of a fan to know that it was 'Some Might Say', not 'Wonderwall' which peaked at #2). Considering that there are just fourteen months between the albums the change is impressive: though a good two-thirds of the songs are still hung on the same (wonder)wall of noise, this wall now comes with pretty pictures. It's exactly what The Beatles tried to do past 1963: establish yourself and then experiment, with this album adding mellotron, acoustic guitars and sensitive singer-songwriter ballads to the mix. Having written so many of these songs before the band even had a record contract and with half an eye on what he wanted the band to sound like by now, 'chief' Noel could surely pat himself on the back for a job well done. Despite the in-fighting that continued to rage across the band's first year, it's also worth pointing out how well Oasis work as a team here with everyone adopting and adpting these new styles along with Noel: Liam has learnt to sound hurt and vulnerable as well as loud and massive, the twin guitars float as well as pounce and new drummer Alan White finds a way of taking these songs by the scruff of the neck without getting in the way of all this album's biggest strength, it's strong sense of melody.

Though 'Definitely Maybe' had by far the most quotable lyrics of the Oasis run ('Live Forever' and 'Cigarettes and Alcohol' between them must be the two most seen-on-T-shirts songs of the 1990s), 'Morning Glory' wins out in terms of the memorable tune. Though many of the 'Definitely Maybe' songs sound equally great in acoustic demo form (the hallmark of a really good song), the sweep of songs across this album (especially the second side) reveal that Noel had a real knack of writing memorable songs. 'Cast No Shadow' and 'Champagne Supernova' between them represent the peak of Noel's songwriting craft, hummable songs that have gone beyond the very early song's desire to simply mix other influences into a big fat blender. There's a demo tape out on bootleg that contains nothing of 'Supernova' except the chord changes (no lyrics, no real melody and none of the sense of scale of the finished product) and it still sounds like one of the greatest things ever written. Throw in 'Wonderwall' and 'Don't Look Back In Anger' - two songs that cleverly hit the same kind of nerve as the people who bought the first album but in a slightly maturer, more vulnerable way - and you have one of the few albums of the 1990s that everyone could look on and call an instant success.

However, while 'Morning Glory' sold more copies than 'Definitely Maybe' and many people still rate it as the pinnacle of the decade (not least the Brit Awards, who as recently as 2011 called it 'the best album of the past thirty years'), in retrospect there's already a sense of the grandiose growing out of control that will mark the band's comedown on 'Be Here Now'. Hearing this album across decades now reveals that this record owes at least as much to the third album's millionaire confusion as the first album's sheer joy of being alive and that there's a slightly artificial 'unreal' sense about the worst of this album - specifically the songs on side one written to order. Oasis needed a great song to re-establish the album the way that 'Rock 'n' Roll Star' had raced out of the blocks, but 'Hello' isn't it, extending the single line 'it's good to be back' into a song without really adding anything more (while Noel's first choice to come clean about the source he was 'stealing' the song from - Gary Glitter some four years before a trip to PC World ended his career  - has become an embarrassing millstone around the band's neck. 'Roll With It', too, is lazy uncooked songwriting clearly released into the world before it was ready, in a misguided publicity campaign blown out of all proportion against main rivals Blur, who blotted their copybook with the similarly over-row 'Country House'. Where Oasis nicked from The Rolling Stones ('Roll With It' is 'Paint It Black' without the interesting bits), so Blur nicked from The Kinks ('Country House' is just 'A House In The Country' from 'Face To Face' without the humour or fun). Both songs are Britpop at its worst - recycling safe in the knowledge that the people who recognised the plagiarism wouldn't notice or care. 'Hey Now' is another of Morning Glory's slightly dodgy songs from their earlier years, an ill-advised blues that never really gets going. All three songs are, pointedly, weaker than all the dozen or so B-sides released across 1995 and not co-incidentally all three are amongst Noel's newest songs, his post-fame batches never quite living up to the intensity or the hunger of his first. The critics, looking for a way to take down a band they'd been late to noticing and slightly jealous at not really discovering themselves, hated this album and jumped on these holes - a point worth remembering, especially when at first they all loved 'Be Here Now', desperate not to miss the public's mood again. Extra-detailed analysis reveals that the masterplan hasn't actually quite come off this time: the whole point of 'Morning Glory' was to make an eclectic album that would be 'perfect', in order to beat the 'near perfect' Definitely Maybe' (a record whose slightly silly ending of 'Digsy's Dinner' and 'Married With Children' was a deliberate ploy by Noel who wanted to give himself something to aim for on record number two!) Worryingly this time around the three songs singled out above are weaker than these supposedly deliberately poor tracks, suggesting the drugs are already beginning to impair the band's vision. After all the band wasn't short of material: just imagine how greater yet 'Morning Glory' might have been with flipsides 'Headshrinker' 'Talk Tonight' 'Goin' Nowhere' 'Acquiesce' and 'The Masterplan' all here, with some of these songs better suited to life as self-indulgent B-sides. For the first time, but not the last, the masterplan is flawed not because Oasis aren't up to the task but because they struggle to be judges of their own material (a common fallacy - The Beatles occasionally had it too).

Even so, 'Morning Glory' does just enough to satisfy starved music fans that Oasis are the real deal. The title track is as tough as any song from 'Definitely Maybe', 'Some Might Say' is the classic band-audience dialogue the bad have been making their own and 'Wonderwall' is a means of expressing the inexpressible that comes close to matching 'Live Forever'. However the band don't just repeat past glories but add to them: though we've given the first side of the album (and this is one of the last records to feel like it had a 'side' in 1995, with vinyl and cassette sales matching CDs for the last time) short shrift, the second really is certainly amongst the best of Oasis. 'Cast No Shadow' proves that the band can do vulnerable and beautiful without sounding fragile, the way some of their early B-sides are: it remains a candidate for the greatest Oasis song not to be released as a single where it would surely have done well (fitting the mood of a difficult year far more than 'Roll With It' the same way The Verve's 'Bittersweet Symphony' - a song known to have made Noel very jealous - summed up 1997 better than 'Be Here Now'). 'She's Electric' shuts down criticisms that the Gallagher brothers are 'gloomy' (both brothers got voted onto a national poll of the most miserable Britons - George Harrison was on it too, though, just to show how daft it was). Far from being an unfunny knee-jerk re-action, though, 'Electric' has always been another of my favourite Oasis songs, a playful last look around the real world and how life might have been by now without the music while out Blur-ring Blur with its witty observations of street life (the difference is Oasis are singing about and care for their characters - Blur tend to treat the whole thing as an intellectual exercise, too concerned with sneering at people because they know something better - something that always make me slightly uncomfortable and too 'Michael Jackson' like - than Oasis, who are the people sneering at the world). Better yet 'Champagne Supernova' turns the record on its head, proving that the band don't need layers to sound epic and can do space-age as well as rootsy. It's one of those typical Noel Gallagher songs that are born for his critics to laugh out, making no apparent sense when read as a lyric. But in context, with the music and a candidate for the greatest performance of Liam's career, it all makes perfect sense: it's the cry of a generation who feel left behind dreaming not just of a better future in time but in space as well, as even the heavens tips it's hat to mankind's successes with champagne. Though Noel remains an atheist in most of his work (with, perhaps, a shift on 'Dig Out Your Soul' which mentions religion on almost all his songs) this is the moment when he senses that he's most at one with the universe and 'knows' what life is all about and even if he struggles to put it into words it's there in the music. Few albums have ever found a better way to finish than these seven minutes, in any era.

Most fans, though, bought this record just so they could hear the hits again and impressively there are four songs everyone who lived through the 1990s will at least know, even if they hate them. 'Roll With It' is the band's first mis-fire, the first time the connection between band and audience becomes an empty slogan rather than a kernel of truth embellished with guitars and chords. However the rest all have their part to play in shaping the eclectic nature of this record. Though Noel keeps changing his mind about his favourite songs (I still remember when he claimed 'Sunday Morning Call' was the best thing he'd ever written, before he relegated it to an unlisted bonus track on the 'Time Flies' compilation), but 'Some Might Say' seems like a strong candidate for the Oasis song he felt worked the best (alongside 'Live Forever'). It is perhaps the most Noel Gallagher song ever written, nicking from (but largely improving) The Beatles' 'Hello Goodbye' and 'Getting Better' all at the same time, with a tale of how the world may look half-empty but to him it's always been overflowingly full of potential that just hasn't been realised yet. For Noel, it's a stated fact of the universe that everyone has bad times and good and it's that which makes us equal: it's the last great working class status of a band who shed that skin as soon as they stopped being working class heroes, which in many ways is a shame: there's a particular kind of magic energy about this track which finds both brothers singing as if they mean it and are bucking each other up, which none of the later tracks quite have (including the other songs on the album - this one was recorded first in the album sessions although stylistically it really should have been the last recorded for 'Definitely Maybe', with more of that album's 'feel' about it somehow). 'Wonderwall' is Noel's first love song to share his natural buoyancy ('Slide Away' was the end of a relationship - he doesn't seem to have written about the beginning of it, oddly, unless we just haven't heard that song yet) and though the song's success has rather unfairly overshadowed the band's success (it isn't that good) the track works by taking that sense of universal brotherly love and optimism and turning it small scale, one on one. It is deservedly played at many weddings because Oasis' integrity (especially Liam's performance, who was adamant he got to sing this track not his brother) combined with Noel's melody and a rare sense of vulnerability makes for a highly memorable song: it's a shame Oasis never really got onto writing love songs ('Lyla' and 'Songbird' come closest, both being a tad too 'knowing' compared to this song's innocence). The other song is 'Don't Look Back In Anger', Noel's first vocal on an album and clearly another special song that also manages to somehow connect to the band's core audience thanks to a mixture of personal memory (the chorus is remembering having a family photo taken as his parents moan at him to smile) and a moment of revelation similar to 'Supernova' that life is better when we call a temporary truce and love unconditionally (even if the plagiarisms are getting blatant: this song is John Lennon's 'Imagine' with a guitar and a soppier chorus). Though even Noel admits he doesn't quite know what this song means, every line rings 'real' having read so many books and interviews about and by him, which together with a singalong chorus is enough even if they don't necessarily all belong in this same song.

That aspect of love and forgiveness makes for an interesting point. Although 'Be Here Now' is the album Oasis fans point to as the closest the band got to psychedelia (mainly the sheer scale and backwards guitars), 'Morning Glory' is the band's 'summer of love' album. That's an apt metaphor, given that the unusually hot and sun-sheeee-iny UK summer of 1995 was vaguely in the same spirit (with record attendances at rock festivals, a sudden rush of new bands all competing for record sales figures and slumping ratings for John Major's austere Conservative Government, who seemed to be slinking to defeat even before Tony Blair became leader of the opposition) and one Oasis had sorta made possible just as The Beatles had 'allowed' America to go mad in 1967. Though Oasis seem the last band to have got lost in a 'hippie' philosophy, that applied to the early Beatles too back in the days when Lennon was screaming himself hoarse on 'Money (That's What I Want)' and they certainly provided a burst of colour and hope in the music scene after the cobwebs of grunge left behind on their arrival. Obviously it's a heavy generalisation to say the country suddenly became happy for a few months in 1995 - I had a particularly miserable year that year I remember - but there was a sense of things turning a corner. It speaks volumes to me that whereas 'Definitely Maybe' started with dreams and ended with reality ('Rock 'n' Roll Star' and 'Shakermaker' giving way to the adult realities of 'Slide Away' and 'Married With Children'), so 'Morning Glory' pulls that trick in reverse. The record starts with the only thing close to a moan on the entire record (the first line is 'I don't feel as if I know you, you take up all my time...') and gradually whittles that negative vibe away with love ('Wonderwall'), mercy ('Don't Look Back In Anger'), hope ('Some Might Say') and a special sort of spiritual acceptance across the last three tracks. 'Cast No Shadow' should by rights be a sad and unhappy song ('As they took his soul they stole his pride'), but even as the 'sunlight' (Noel's usual metaphor for the 'muse' of creation or giver of life) is taken away from the narrator, so he realises he doesn't need the protection, that he's left still glowing from the encounter (actually on second thoughts perhaps it's a song about a nuclear accident?!) 'Morning Glory' starts innocently enough, a man waking up in the morning and dreaming of what to do that day, but suddenly it's the first day of the rest of your life when anything is possible - all you need to do is 'wake up wake up' and take off in the screaming circle of helicopters that end the song for no apparent reason and yet still somehow fit (this is a summer of love album - with this song as the 'drug trip!') Finally 'Champagne Supernova' takes the narrator up to the skies first-hand to embrace the light he once felt. No longer does he 'walk slowly down the hall, faster than a cannonball', he's no longer earthbound and isn't just touched by the sun's rays but drowned in a 'champagne supernova', perhaps the closest thing in Noel's mind to the bright light and colours he pictures taking place. It's worth pointing out too that while the mood of 'Definitely Maybe' was one of defiance (best summed by 'Cigarettes and Alcohol's tale of boredom, frustration and mundanity), 'Morning Glory' is one of love and hope with most songs ending by leaving the worlds a better place than when the narrator found it - and if that doesn't make this one of the hippiest of all the AAA albums then I don't know what does (there's even a mellotron part on 'Champagne Supernova'!)

It's worth mentioning at this point the 'theme' that other fans think they've spotted on this album - one put forward by producer Mark Coyle who 'designed' the album cover - such as it is - of two men walking past each other (official album designer Brian Cannon and early Oasis supporter, DJ Sean Rowley, while Coyle himself is an 'extra', clutching the master-tapes for this album on the pavement). Apparently one represents the 'past' and one the 'future' as two halves of Oasis' story walk past each other in the street, surrounded by the ordinary Oasis public either side of them. No I don't really get that one either and Noel himself once described the tale as (altogether now) 'absolute nonsense'; of more interest might be the sheer amount of record shops spotted if you study the album carefully enough (I recommend the vinyl edition where it's actually big enough to see the details), with London's Berwick Street in Soho Square deliberately chosen because more copies of 'Definitely Maybe' were thought to have been sold in that street than any other so it would be 'recognisable' to more of the fans who bought the record than anywhere else (people who've come to this album in the years since will simply be amazed at how much out high streets have changed in twenty years - the dearth of music shops especially). Like most Oasis album covers though it's the weakest link in the chain, not really saying anything or matching the slightly surreal psychedelic vibe of the album (Oasis will have a real problem with their covers with none of them quite getting things right, though the much-loved and copied sleeve for 'Definitely Maybe' comes closest).

Perhaps the optimism of the album is reflected by the fact that, by Oasis standards, 'Morning Glory' was a record made with ease (i.e. there was only one blazing row that broke the band up - not four or five!) Impressively for such an important and potentially lucrative album, recorded on the back of a record that took the band three separate goes to get right and which included so many bigger epic productions than before, Oasis spent less time in the studio than last time, wrapping up the record within a month, with a new song recorded at the rate of almost one a day including the band's best year's worth yet of B-sides. Even more impressive, the band effectively 'split' while making it: this is where Tony McCarroll drums his last, playing on at least 'Some Might Say' whatever the credits of the record say and possibly much more too (he claims to have played on most of the album in his book - it certainly sounds more like his playing than successor Whitey's on 'Cast No Shadow'  and 'Roll With It' to my ears too). McCarroll was unfairly pushed out of the band he'd co-founded before the Gallaghers came along, 'officially' because his playing wasn't up to scratch (which is only true as far as it goes - McCarroll had an excellent style for the band's harder edged songs in 1994, though it might have been a bit too repetitive for Noel's more elaborate songs of 1995 - to be fair though Tony was never given a chance to try), 'unofficially' for his curly haircut (a rubbish reason: Oasis were all about standing up and being proud of yourself whatever your genetics or the lottery of the postcode you were born into) and for standing up to Noel over a lack of money too many times (more likely; by now Noel's masterplan was in full swing and he was in denial of anybody disrupting the 'magic spell' by telling him 'no'). Alan White, hired through Noel's growing friendship with Jam and Style Council frontman Paul Weller (who was playing with his elder brother Steve White at the time) was though a perfect choice. Most wannabe drummers asked to join Oasis would surely have got it 'wrong', assuming the band's songs were all about rhythm and noise, rather than melody (on this album especially). Whitey instinctively 'got' Noel's songs more than any other drummer Oasis ever had (though he struggles a little with Liam, Gem and Andy's when they get writing later on - odd as he was always much closer to the younger brother socially), musically thumping the drums into a new tomorrow with a similar sense of joy and abandon, without distracting from the songs with a Keith Moon style abandon. Though White could hammer home the old hits and the new harder edged ones like 'Morning Glory', it's his more subtle performances on 'Wonderwall' (halfway into the song, on the 'wrong' beat) and 'Champagne Supernova' (which grow from a whisper to a shriek across seven unfolding minutes) that remain his career best work.

Though Noel rightly got lots of accolades for his work on this album, 'Morning Glory; would have sounded hopeless if the rest of the band hadn't grown along with him. Though many claim 'Definitely Maybe' as the younger bro's best performances, it's 'Morning Glory' where he becomes a leading rock and roll singer, rather than Oasis' lead singer. 'Slide Away' remains Liam's definite vocal performance but many of the songs on this sequel pick up on a similar sense of real emotion and hurt. Noel and Liam reportedly came to blows over who should sing 'Wonderwall' (a song Liam recognised would be a big seller) and wanted to nab 'Don't Look Back In Anger' for himself as well (Noel was breaking an unspoken rule that he would only sing lead on B-sides). It was one of Oasis' more serious fights, reportedly leading to Liam storming out of the sessions while Noel recorded the latter before turning up with a drunken party from down the pub when his brother was trying to mix the song, armed with a cricket bat that he used to smash everything he could get close to. Though I have the same sympathies for Noel bravely giving away his most personal song to 'the enemy' as I do for Paul Simon offering 'Bridge Over Troubled Water' to Art Garfunkel (how would they possibly sense what you wanted to say?) years of hearing both brothers sing one of their most famous songs reveals that there's no contest: Liam's ability to juggle posing macho swagger and genuine vulnerability is what turns 'Wonderwall' from one of the oddest love songs ever written into a million seller; oddly Noel never sounds as if he quite means the lyrics despite writing it (something that's become more pronounced since he split with the girlfriend he wrote it for, Meg Matthews). Similarly I'd be intrigued to hear what Liam might have done with 'Anger', though Noel seems to have mischievously transposed it to a key even he struggles to sing in tune which reportedly made Liam sound like Mickey Mouse when trying to sing along to the backing track (a lower key and he might well have wrung a similarly clever acting job from it though: the line 'take that look from off your voice' would suit a Liam sneer). However just as Liam went from copying The Stone Roses to 'that' sound in a heartbeat on 'Definitely Maybe', so he's adaptable enough to bring in some extra emotions here. 'She's Electric' calls for a music hall type of sneer that Liam delivers perfectly, with a lightness of touch other singers would miss. 'Cast No Shadow' calls for even more of a sense of hurt, trust and wonder than 'Wonderwall' and Liam again sheee-ines. 'Champagne Supernova', meanwhile, calls on everything Liam's learnt so far, as if his brother is deliberately testing how much he can do in one go, as he turns from quiet sigh to thunderous lead in such a way that it sounds perfectly natural. Anyone who says that Liam can't sing has clearly never heard side two of this album, which is a master-class in how to 'act' a song by tapping into what you can find to 'believe' in. Though Liam will manage this part of his craft just as well on later albums, as early as 'Be Here Now' he's slightly lost the highness and vulnerability of this record and will never sound quite as 'pure' (that's what a few years of full-tilt rock-star living will do to you).

Sadly, while Noel's new songs bring out the best in Liam and the new drummer, they leave little enough room for Bonehead and Guigsy to grow. The bass player probably isn't even on this album, with Noel admitting openly that he got Guigsy to record parts with the others before replacing them all later himself - it sounds like it too, with the bass buried so far back into the mix it hurts and leaves the recordings sounding slightly lopsided, as if there's been a champagne supernova in the mix, from the ground up rather than the sky. Few songs use the old 'wall of noise' and those that do ('Hello' 'Roll With It' 'Hey Now') tend to be the most tedious anyway, so poor former leader Bonehead gets demoted from 'most important band member after the brothers' to 'somewhere behind the drummers', with only 'Some Might Say' 'Morning Glory' and the finale of 'Champagne Supernova' showing off what he could really do. Bonehead was at least as good a guitarist as Noel and any other band would have been pleased to have him there: demoting him to the role of 'session musician' seems like a waste and sadly things won't get better for his third and final album as a full member of the group. In other words, if I have a bone to pick about this album it's the treatment of Bonehead - Guigsy too may not have been rock's best bassist but he could play bass better than Noel (as can be seen in any period performance of this album's songs, where the bass rhythm guitar and drums are all far more integral to the sound). However the album's biggest achilles heel, even over and above the three weakest tracks, is the production which is everything the first rejected mix for 'Definitely Maybe' was accused of being; lifeless and flat. Though Liam and Whitey are central to the mix, they don't 'sound' as if they're in the middle: Oasis' sound came from the drums and guitar but the drums are mixed really low and the guitars ping about in the extreme left and right channels, so noisily that Liam is mixed to uncomfortable levels of shrillness to compensate. The close of 'Wonderwall', for instance, is nearly unlistenable ('Supernova' too, though more gloriously so) and there's a sense of separation here that you can't quite lose yourself in this record like before; the difference between 'Definitely Maybe' and 'Morning Glory' is the difference between being part of the party happening in the room - and a noisy party going on next door. Both may sound like fun, but only one draws you in. That's odd because 'Morning Glory' should be a quieter album, with a far higher quota of ballads, so it made sense when I learnt something new when researching this album: Oasis were the first band to throw massive compression at this album's mix. Basically it's as if all the album's loudest and quietest moments have been 'squeezed' to sound more extreme - it's the equivalent of filling the same size sheet of paper as 'Definitely Maybe's neat joined-up handwriting with text that's either very very tiny OR INCREDIBLY HUGE!!! That's why at the start of this album Noel seems to have an even louder cough than the guy who sat next to you in the cinema last Tuesday and why the end of 'Champagne Supernova' leaves your ears ringing for days, even though the volume is lower than on most albums you own. Frankly, it's a shame: Oasis were responsible for many great musical and technical innovations but this isn't one of them and the next twenty years will be full of bands desperate to use the same technique to sound as loud.

Overall, then, it's hard to know what to make of 'Morning Glory', a record which takes so many brilliant steps forward (especially on the second side, perhaps the definitive half hour Oasis ever made) and brings the songwriting and performances on leaps and bounds from a first album that was already pretty darn fantastic - and yet falls flat on its face in so many other ways (even 'Digsy's Dinner' was easier to sit through than 'Hello' or 'Roll With It', not to mention the issues with the production and the slight sense of panic that Noel is already running out of things to say now that he's running out of notebooks full of pre-fame songs). Though rightly hailed by many quarters as a far greater album than it ever should have been, with a wider palette few bands would have been brave enough to try after such a success, I also kind of agree with the early reviewers who thought that Oasis had already lost it (the period Melody Maker report, for instance, claimed the record was 'occasionally sublime but too often laboured and lazy' while the NME warned that though the album had brought Oasis to the edge of another great precipice they're dangerous close to 'losing their footing'. Overall, it's one of those AAA 'nearly' albums, close to being a multi-layered ambiguous masterpiece but also a single 'All Around The World' away from chuffing nonsense. An album full of highs and lows where greatness and ghastliness sit side by side, where recycled barely re-written songs from yesteryear sit next to genuine invention and brilliance and one of the world's greatest 'bands' gets reduced to two great brothers and a fan new drummer, with some of the best Oasis songs and recordings ever made partly messed up by a misguided production and a shoddy album sleeve, if Oasis' career was a bar chart you could pin this record absolutely halfway between the upshift of 'Definitely Maybe' and the come-down of 'Be Here Now', though in truth each pin for each song would be more like a scatter-graph, spread out all over the place. In retrospect maybe this album took off so much because it was an even better indicator of the summer of 1965 than Sgt Peppers had been for the summer of 1967 (the very summer when Noel was born), full of not just the glorious sunsheeiiine but also the clouds already forming and swirling in the champagne supernovaed sky.

'Morning Glory' opens with a tease: a few seconds of the introduction to 'Wonderwall' that's ripped open fifteen seconds in by one of Oasis' nastiest and most aggressive riffs. I've always been intrigued as to why: 'Hello' is obviously (at times a little too obviously) written as the album's opening track ('It's good to be back!') but is Noel keen to already show that Oasis have moved on from the crunch of 'Definitely Maybe' (which, of all the songs on this album, 'Hello' most resembles?) Or is this a deeper sense that ties into Morning Glory's gradual evolution from the nasty side of realities to the glorious spiritual high of 'Champagne Supernova'? (Or did it happen by accident and just happened to sound good enough to leave in?) To be honest the sudden switch of gears is the most interesting part of a song that is the first Oasis song to sound written to a template. This song is a peculiar mix of two halves of 'Definitely Maybe' stuck together: the sneer (complete with a repeat of 'sheeeiine' in the lyric, already a Liam trademark) and the hope. One reading of the song is that it's one long rant by Noel against his brother - perhaps the first time he's been addressed directly in song ('I don't feel as if I know you' starts a lyrics that complains about someone whose world view is so different to the narrator's own). This is also the first of a handful of Oasis riffs based around what seems to be an 'SOS' morse code (not unlike the one that ends 'It's Good To Be Free' from the same period), which always points towards a hidden 'cry for help'. In a way 'Hello' is the downside to 'Talk Tonight', possibly written during that feverish journey of escape Noel took while on tour in America, full of all his reasons why he ought to leave the band - before the 'fan' talks him into all the reasons for staying and causing him to sound genuinely thrilled that 'it's good to be back!' Note the line 'We live in the shadows, we had the chance - and three it away', which might well hark back to Oasis falling apart the minute the spotlight of fame started glaring in their eyes. It could of course be aimed at anyone Noel was feeling angry with, specific or general, and Liam was far from the only person doing his head in during this time, but there's a sense of family ties in this song, of a sort of respect-but-not-respect that marked out most of the band's rows: 'I've got the feeling you still owe me, so wipe the shit from your shoes' is, for instance, something an elder brother forced into being a guardian would say to a sibling, not to a friend or work colleague. In context then 'Hello' sounds like Noel explaining his reasons for both quitting and returning: he complains at the end 'it's never going to be the same till the life I knew comes to my house and says 'hello!' while Noel himself buts in at the end with a megaphone to tell us that it's 'good to be back' whilst sounding like a dalek (or at least someone whose now had experiences very different to the band he's returning to). This might make sense of what's always puzzled me about this composition:  most Oasis songs tend to be consistent in mood and the few that aren't tend to make a logical progression from one feeling to another ('D'yer Know What? I Just Changed My Meaning' for instance), but this one always sounded cobbled together, as if a happy singalong Slade song got attached to a riff nicked from The Sex Pistols. Actually the chorus was a direct steal from Gary Glitter, Noel backing down and giving co-credits to Glitter and co-author Mike Leander for lifting a section from 'Hello Hello I'm Back Again' - although to be honest it's a less obvious steal than any of Noel's Beatley ones (or do I just know the fab four's back catalogue better?)  Believe it or not stealing from Gary Glitter wasn't as 'wrong' as it seems now: though his noisy glam rock boasting became a joke quickly by the end of the 1970s it was a sound that was suddenly everywhere at the start of Britpop as Glitter re-ignited his career. Oasis never claimed to be big fans and Noel didn't even own a Glitter Band record (according to early interviews which took full stock of what he owned - and it was a lot), but probably enjoyed the sheer noise and spectacle not unlike his beloved Slade and the sense of boasting that appeared in many period Gallagher performances. After all that 'Hello' still sounds the weakest Oasis track so far (excepting the special case of 'Digsy's Dinner'), unfinished and slightly rushed, taken from too many past glories without really adding anything new of its own.

'Roll With It' too is easily the weakest of the six singles released to date. It's not so much that the song is bad and Liam somehow finds enough of worth in the song's empty sloganeering to turn in a vocal far superior to the song, but Noel's been rummaging through his record collection with even more carefree abandon than usual and this time he's nicked the wrong bits. Oasis are, up to this point at least, all about meaning: all their songs say something someone young hungry and disenfranchised with the system can relate to because they've come from personal experience, but 'Roll With It' is a string of instructions set to music, many of which contradict each other. One minute we're meant to roll with it, to take your time, to 'go with the flow'. A line later we're given the much more Oasisy instruction to 'never let anybody get in your way' and to 'never stand aside' or 'be denied'. Though both pieces of advice makes sense in different contexts, it's hard to do one simultaneously with the other. As with 'Hello', the music also sounds like exactly like what you'd expect Oasis to deliver, very much in the 'Definitely Maybe' mode but without the mood or emotion to make the song 'work'. There is, however, a nice middle eight which - deeply unusual for Noel in his 'happy' early phase - positively leaps keys from what the sheet music helpfully tells me is a 'G Major' to an 'F Major' (ie from one sharp to three) starting from 'I know the roads down which your life will drive...' This is the part of the song that sounds like Noel had a real message to impart and quickly turns to the shadowy figure who is surely fiance Meg Matthews whose no longer 'behind a door' now their relationship is out in the open. However Noel bottles it again, with ambiguous lyrics about 'finding a key' without telling us what that key is and a clever but confusing line about how Liam can 'recognise your face though I've never seen you before'. Like 'Hello', this song tries hard to sound happy, but ends up in a curiously miserable place, repeating the phrase 'I think I've got a feeling I've lost inside' as if even Noel is admitting this song is a bit of a sell out, written to a formula to order when Oasis need another single. A casualty of the Oasis v Blur clash (this song lost the battle, stopping at #2, though Oasis arguably won the war with heavy singles sales over a slightly longer period than their rivals). perhaps the most distinctive thing about this song is the ending, when Noel adds some belated 'reality' to this track thanks to a synth pattern that was clearly meant to be 'faded' and ending with the first of many audible coughs (Noel really should see a doctor, given the amount of splutters on this album and the next). What other mainstream band of the 1990s would ever have allowed an all important hit single to end like this?

'Wonderwall' sounds as if it too started as a song written to order, possibly as another of those delightful acoustic ballads Noel's been clocking up on the B-sides. The fact that the title is nicked outright from The Beatles again (though we'll leave Noel alone for being fan enough to have actually heard of the first Beatles solo album, a George Harrison soundtrack LP that's released in 1968 that's really rather good) doesn't bode well. But somewhere along writing this song Noel seems to have suddenly had a change of thought, with 'Wonderwall' slowly turning from his usual ambiguous wordplay into a lyrics full of heart and pathos. The first verse sounds less like a love song and more like a 'Roll With It' style mantra ('Today is gonna be the day they're gonna throw it back to you' must be one the of the weirdest lines to start a romantic song off with), but then Noel trips us up: he's so overwhelmed with love he can't put his feelings into words. The chorus even leaves this macho band spluttering while admitting 'there are many things I would like to say to you - but I don't know how!' Struggling to tell someone you love them is not new in music (even 10cc's heralded 'I'm Not In Love' isn't actually the first, though some people seem to think it is), but it is new for a band with the hard-lined street-cred image of Oasis. Impressively the music manages to sound like a 'softer' version of what Oasis always do, being fully in keeping with their usual power (no one seems to have told the new drummer this song is a ballad for instance, while the cellos rock harder than most string parts on rock ballads). Though in the Harrison original the 'Wonderwall' was a separation between the dull grey 9-5 world of business and boredom on the one hand and the technicolour hippie world on the other, Noel doesn't seem to have ever heard the actual album or seen the film (not many people had before the DVD in 2005). Instead his 'Wonderwall' is more like a reverse take on Pink Floyd's 'The Wall' (an album we now know, thanks to his Desert island Discs show, he was inordinately fond of), a figure of strength whose strong and loyal enough to never let him down. Though Noel was always unusually ambiguous over what inspired his songs (many of which seem to have come so suddenly from his sub-conscious ne never 'realised' had anyway), he always spoke about this being a love song to his new girlfriend Meg, who even bucked Oasis tradition by appearing on the sleeve of the CD single (Noel's since said that he regretted telling the media it was 'about' Meg because it was a more general impression of someone he dreamed would one day 'save' him - though as he was getting divorced from her at the time it's worth adding a caveat here: back in 1995 he probably did fell that Meg was the one to 'save' him, even if she was just the latest of many girlfriends he felt that way about).  Like many songwriters, Noel seems to have spent his life searching for that special someone to 'save' him from a life of hollow emptiness: the earlier 'Slide Away' was about his devastation that his first choice wasn't 'the one', while the far later 'Waiting For The Rapture' is about being in two minds to go through the risk of heartbreak again when second wife Sara MacDonald comes along.

 'Wonderwall' is a song that sounds similarly wary of being hurt (it wasn't that long ago Noel was howling the pain of 'Slide Away' after all), only slowly opening up from a simple strummed acoustic guitar riff into a huge orchestra. Together with the lyric, which manages to be tough yet vulnerable, you can see why this song is as popular as it is: far from being comfortable with saying 'I love you' (something Noel still hasn't quite down in a lyric just yet) Noel sounds as if he's squirming while writing this song before his belief in the Oasis 'integrity' and 'keeping it real' kept him writing; it's the perfect song for a generation who lived and loved hard, with just emotional but also a large dollop of honesty. The arrangement is particularly clever - the moment when the drums come in unexpectedly at the start of the word 'Backbeat' (another Beatles reference - a film of the same name about their Hamburg years had just come out) is perfect, signifying that this song is 'real' rather than staged, the narrator's love growing despite his fear of getting hurt putting the brakes on. Noel and Liam had a fight for hours about whether the drums should come in traditionally or here, apparently; though in most arguments Liam's instinct tends to be more accurate than Noel's careful planning, this is a case when the elder brother was most definitely 'right'. Noel was however most definitely 'wrong' when he assumed that his brother could never sing this song as well as him: if Noel had sung this personal song it would probably have ended up like 'Talk Tonight', a lovely song that fans admire but which tend to get forgotten. Liam brings bravado and bluster to the song as well as the very real sense of finding it tough to open up - 'Wonderwall' absolutely needs Liam's harshness for the dual sense of emotion to work as well as it does'; even by 1995 we knew Noel had a softer side but we'd never heard Liam's before. His is a first-rate performance, totally devoting himself to his brother's song and proving for the first time that he really is a first-class vocalist behind the Liam Gallagher swagger. Though I don't quite agree with most reviewers that 'Wonderwall' is the greatest thing Oasis ever did, it is a very clever song that people were always going to connect to in large numbers, though heartfelt enough for the fact it has such a wide appeal to be a happy accident rather than the whole cause of the song.

'Don't Look Back In Anger' is another fondly regarded million-seller that's a bit of a muddle of images but has just enough personal integrity to work. Annoyed at having to hand 'Wonderwall' over, Noel was adamant that he would keep this song for himself, marking the first time he sang on an Oasis album track. Together with the highly personalised lyrics (a blur of memories of his childhood good and bad) and the central role played by his own guitar (which plays after every verse as if 'commenting' on the action and pointing more than the vocal to what was 'good' and 'bad' about the old days) it's virtually a Noel solo affair. We're invited at the start to 'slip inside the eye of your mind', which to Noel seems to mean his memory banks, perhaps transported there by the single most John Lennon piano lick imaginable (the chords to 'Imagine' played with the 'feel' of 'Strawberry Fields Forever'). Nothing quite divides a life in two like going from the slums to being a millionaire overnight and this song seems to be Noel's fond farewell to his 'old' life, remembering his 'masterplan' as he 'starts a revolution from my bed' ('Revolution In The Head', published in 1994, was the AAA's brilliant precursor on The Beatles' catalogue by the legend Ian McDonald) and makes full use of the 'brains' people keep telling him he's got but doesn't use (Noel being dyslexic and playing truant for much of his school years make this all sound deeply plausible). The chorus then moves back into full childhood with a memory of having a family photo taken - for some reason the Gallaghers pictures their brood against the fireplace every Summer (perhaps to show their changing heights) while Liam remembers that Noel was always being told off by their mam Peggy for looking sulky.

The Gallaghers didn't have the best childhood (though they were quick to point out their situation - an abusive dad, a midnight fleeing to a relative's house for safety and long periods of poverty and making do - was common Manchester way at this time) - this song sounds like Noel is trying to give his past absolution, declaring that it all worked out in the end as 'fuel' that enabled Noel to be mad and frustrated enough to dream big and reach this point in his life. He no longer looks back in anger - and by association neither should we. Liam, who would have shared many of the same memories, was particularly keen on this song and even came up with the 'Sally can wait' part after mis-hearing what his brother was la-laing to the song's chords backstage (there's long been a rumour that the character is 'Sally Cinnamon', the girl from the Stone Roses song, which should have been a very music-fan-Noel thing to do but is apparently false - this song is Noel through and through). Sadly the last verse isn't quite s inspired, Noel switching back to present day as he warns himself and perhaps the listener 'not to put your hands in the life of a rock and roll band' because he knows that he's only human and infallible, a sulky kid hopeless at school no one expected to come to much. But that ironically is what make Noel sound superhuman in songs like this: to be able to be that extraordinarily ordinary and still make it sound like the most important thing in the world to be. Like 'Strawberry Fields' and 'I Am The Walrus' to some extent (a song long in oasis' setlist by this point) 'Anger' is a song about the glorious feeling that after years of keeping your talent a 'secret' no one else understands ('No one I think is in my tree') and assuming you were a 'loser', suddenly the world 'loves' you; for Lennon that was a source of madness, of contempt for people who only liked him when he became rich and famous but Noel, characteristically, had more of the bounce of a McCartney and is simply thrilled that he was proved 'right' in the end. The glorious sunny high point of the Oasis catalogue, this song is the short glorious moment of celebration of success until the burden of speaking for a generation got to Noel and while other Oasis songs are technically better ('Live Forever', for instance, has an even bigger reach and a heavier concept, while 'Cigarettes and Alcohol' makes an even wider social comment), the sheer joy and life Noel brings to the song both on the vocal and his under-rated guitar playing make this song an unqualified success too.

After two major success stories out of almost nothing, things drag a little on 'Hey Now'. The last real return to the Oasis sound of old (along perhaps with B-side 'Rockin' Chair'), this is another song without much to say and sounds far more like filler than almost any of the band's flipside of the year. Oasis already sound tour and world weary, Liam singing with a depressive thud where he once soared and the band's wall of noise now sounding more like a box hemming him in than something to stand on top of and reach for the clouds. Noel sounds worried, perhaps by his lack of songwriting all of a sudden just as the band need a tonne of new material, feeling that 'time's slipping by' and worrying 'what will it hold for me?' in the future. The narrator of most of 'Definitely Maybe' ('Slide Away' and 'Married With Children' being the exceptions) knew exactly what life had in store: brilliance, as was the narrator's God-given right. 'Hey Now' sounds more shadowy, deliberately or self-consciously titling itself after another song from 'The Wall' titled 'Hey You', which sits as a 'warning' in the middle of Pink Floyd concept, a 'last chance' for the egotistical singer to stay true to his principles and his fall to becoming the pig-headed chauvinistic racist sloganeer who thinks his life is everyone's fault but his own. Noel keeps repeating in this song 'feel no shame' but Liam doesn't sound like he believes it - even more troubling is the idea that, despite all this mega-success, deep down Noel still isn't happy, asking himself (INFJ loner that he is) 'why I never let anyone in?' to share the masterplan and success. The band even sound bored here for the first time, losing their bounce and joi de vivre on a song that's actually one of the shortest on the album but sounds like one of the longest. A signpost to what's to come on 'Be Here Now' and especially 'Shoulders Of Giants', it's an ok-ish song adrift in the middle of an album where it doesn't belong, the one fly in the ointment of an album high on hope and giddy on success, acting as the record's unwanted 'conscience' the same way that George Harrison's 'Within You, Without You' is both central to and apart from 'Sgt Peppers'.

The end of the first side ended with what's officially titled ['Untitled'] though eagle-eared fans will have long ago spotted it as an extract from the B-side 'Swamp Song' (released in full a little after the album came out, on the back of 'Wonderwall'), a jam Oasis played with Paul Weller at Glastonbury during their second appearance but in the end only White's drums and the audience 'feel' was kept from this version - everything else was overdubbed later. It works ok as a sort of palette cleaner, but was never one of Oasis' better jams and the 'wrong' section of the song is used anyway (the track got better the longer it went on and the more everyone warmed up).

Over on side two the crisp guitar crunch of 'Some Might Say' signifies one of Oasis' most characteristic songs, the laidback swagger of 'Cigarettes and Alcohol' played in the same spirit as 'Live Forever'. The sentiments, though as vague and ambiguous as any of Noel's lyrics, seem to concern inspiration and the idea that only 'certain' people are special. Nonsense, so Noel's lyrics seem to go, if I can do it then so can you because I'm as ordinary as any of you and we can all be great together! The lyric weaves a mundane life of dishes and 'itching in the kitchen' (not one of Noel's better lines) but also Noel's sheer frustration at the low sights the rest of the world are setting for themselves: he gets really cross at his girlfriend's insistence on doing the dishes when he's trying to save the sodding world, for instance; the inspiration he feels overflowing out the sides as he gazes at the sink filling up the metaphor for his feelings. We never find out who the 'some' are who say these things but everybody seems to be taking 'their' word as gospel: there's no point thinking big because we're all so small. Noel, through Liam's aggressive voice, demands that the world sit up and tries harder, his only 'education' to write songs the sheer misery of a life spent 'waiting' for something to happen 'in the rain' (a common problem in Manchester). This song also throws in a few clever couplets which have nothing to do with the rest of the song but work anyway in their own right as poetical discussions ('Some might say they don't believe in Heaven - go and tell it to the man who lies in hell!') However what the lyrics actually say is less important than the overall 'feel', which is that 'brighter days' are round the corner - and even though ;some' may not say that, Noel flipping does and he's a top millionaire geezer and everything. One of Oasis' most under-rated songs, summing up everything that was glorious about their first two years as a recording band (though as a recording this is perhaps just that little bit too cluttered, with the wall of noise a little too big on this one), this deservedly became the band's first #1. It may well be their best - certainly the best Oasisy sounding - single after 'Supersonic' and 'Live Forever', with a sound of hope no other band could deliver quite as well.

Better yet is 'Cast No Shadow', one of the greatest Oasis songs. Written last minute when 'Step Out' had to be taken off the album by Noel on a train as he headed back to work after temporarily splitting up the band (after the night Liam invited back a few friends to the studio for a party), it's a gorgeous song that like many a Noel Gallagher lyric says everything and nothing. Noel admitted later he wrote it after thinking about Verve songwriter Richard Ashcroft, the band he considered his biggest 'rival', although the mysterious figure who seems touched by the gloriousness of his maker and given special insight was assumed by many to be Noel talking about himself. Like The Beatles' 'The Fool On The Hill' the character is doomed to a life of being ignored even though if people listened to him they'd realise he knew things they never could: the narrator feels 'bound by all the weight of all the words he tries to say' and wonders if he has any right saying them, only to be greeted by the knowing wink of God in the form of the sun (the sun always seems to be God on AAA albums, Oasis' especially). Though the song gets a bit 'Jesusy' at times, with the thought of a martyr given great gifts from above no one allows him to use ('Surviving if he can', a line cleverly undercut by the sense of doubt on 'But only if he can'... plus the chorus'As they took his soul they stole his pride'), Noel's lyrics are just subtle and ambiguous enough about what's happening here: does the lack of a shadow suggest instead that this man is an alien? A vampire? Radioactive? An outsider? Electra from the Marvel comics?  As with many Oasis songs, all interpretations are valid. Though the lyric is impressive enough, sweet and tender and again filled with the very period Oasis feeling that everything is possible for everyone, whoever you may be, what really gets me is the tune. For the first time since 'Live Forever' and 'Slide Away' it sounds nothing like anything by anybody else. Noel hasn't just shiggled some favourite songs around this time - he really has been blessed by...'something' in getting one of the most original and beautiful melodies of the 1990s. Though you'd normally expect Noel to sing this ballad, Liam does a great job again, the brothers putting aside their difference when there's work to be done. The band even use an orchestra that's perfect for the song, floaty without taking the track over, hinting just enough at another 'layer' above the ground 'we' don't know about. For a writer whose always claimed to be an atheist this is a mighty powerful spiritual song. Glorious, Noel at his melodic thoughtful best.

'She's Electric' just beat 'Bonehead's Bank Holiday' (on the CD and cassette versions at least) to becoming the 'joker' in the pack, the 'Digsy's Dinner' the band thankfully dispense with past this album. This song though is good fun. Liam gets to parody himself on a sneer that's turned inward, laughing at himself and the world on a lyric that takes the usual oasis of tack of writing about ordinary people and making them, well, ordinary again. This is a soap opera of a song behind the chorus about another 'Wonderwall' style person who exists above the mundane, all about a girl's 'family full of eccentrics' which include the narrator's knowing audience wink that he'd have slept with the sister too if he'd met her first, a MILF mum who openly fancies him and a cousin whose pregnant who the narrator is quick to nudge 'is nothing to do with me!' Even the idea that the sex-starved sister has a 'blister' on her hand is either a Carry On style reference I'm not up to explaining if you haven't worked it out yet (though she sounds like a close friend of The Who's 'Mary Anne With The Shaky Hand') or a really really desperate rhyme for the word 'sister'. If I was Meg Matthews I'd be very concerned about the timing of this song, for all we know it's another old one from the pre-fame days (is this why the relationship on 'Slide Away' ended, because Noel was slagging off his in-laws?) Once again we're back in the idea of 'light' and power sources: though Noel realises his girl isn't God exactly, she is at least a small bulb of artificial light that keeps him powered, 'electric' in the way she keeps filling his live with light and love and he longs to be like her, to have some of that illumination rub off on him (another possible, less plausible reading is that it's another song about Liam and his ability to 'mix' with anybody and everybody all the time, with many reviewers describing Liam as 'an 'electric' character in the press, something Noel never shared- this would make the line about a 'family full of eccentrics' a real in-joke!) It's all very English and music hall, with quick-stepping rhymes that keep coming on and on, ending with the music hall's biggest fans The Beatles via a closing chorale harmony ripped straight from their songs 'Getting Better' and 'Because'. A clever way of breaking a formula that is already becoming a bit rigid, Oasis are the perfect band to send themselves up with a 'mockney' (Manchester cockney) version of themselves and though lightweight the song is cleverly made and enhanced by one of the best band performances on the record (Liam, especially, nails the song's midway stance between comedy and earnest emotion).

Title track 'Morning Glory' arrives with a rush of helicopters - the first of a pair of songs (with 'D'Yer Know What I Mean?') where helicopters mean something HUGE and powerful. Though the riff is, if anything, a little harder and heavier than Oasis usually get (more like AC/DC, but with more melody) the lyrics are pure Oasis: the narrator is up for another day, dreaming of what great things might happen to him as he stared back at the mirror to shave the decay of the night away. The lyrics cleverly have the narrator already 'chained' to the mirror and his routine while his mind wanders off, suggesting that society norms have already got under his skin, but these are shaken off with a glorious bit of guitar riffing which sounds not so much like a wall of noise as a mountain. Though there are actually hardly any lyrics on this track (just one verse and a single-line chorus, repeated ad infinitum) that's actually all this song needs: the whole point of the song is that middle line: 'Today's the day that all the world will see'. The narrator is pumped up, desperate to prove that he's above all the ordinary things in life and willing the day that usually drags on so slowly to get on with it, as a million special thoughts now whir around his head as signified by all the guitars. We're back to the idea of a source of inspiration from the sky again, as the song closes with a helicopter taking off, as if Liam's narrator is rising above the rest of the world and their small narrow views. The mega-sound of the opening is not unlike a rocket taking off actually, as if all the pinging noise of a half-heard radio going in and out of station (another Beatley idea borrowed from 'I Am The Walrus', though used in a very different way) is being left behind in the distance by the sheer force of imagination. Another strong band performance (you can tell Liam loves this song too - the track ended up back in the band's setlist on their last tour at his suggestion, while Whitey's powerful wide drumming is exactly what this song needs and the one part on this record McCarroll would have struggled to perform) elevates another promising song to the premier league on this record's second side.

As the helicopter takes off 9and, weirdly, we end up rowing on a lake) we get another extract of [Untitled] aka 'The Swamp Song', which seems an oddly earth-bound rootsy jam for a quick tour of the stratosphere before we reach...

Well, nirvana, arguably, on 'Champagne Supernova', the album's glorious finale and one of the most discussed Oasis songs of all. Like much of the record, this track seems to be discussing inspiration and it's sources, re-wondering whether the sentiment of 'Some Might Say' and whether this special gift is open to everybody on the 'right wavelength' (hence all the radios - see?) or just a particular few. 'How many special people change?' is the song's opening line as the narrator promises to lift someone he's close to (maybe even us, the listener) from our earth-bound realm ('walking slower than a cannon ball') to a champagne supernovas he senses happening in the sky. In context of where we've come from this is, if not God, then at least inspiration - the ability to see things the rest of the worlds can't see and as shown here sounds like a drug trip, taking the world from monochrome into technicolour with the wave of a magic wand. This time the sun's rays of golden inspiration are so strong they're now a landslide of champagne, the embodiment of success. Noel has never felt so inspired, by his band or the new love in his life, and has finally found out who he 'is' after a lifetime of being told he's no one special. It's an epic feeling that leaves him dumbfounded as he tries to leave us mere mortals instructions on how we can get here too to join him as the song simply explodes into life in a way few songs before it ever have. Even when the song settles back for a second verse, imagining all of 'us' as a girl dreaming from her bed that there's more to life than what she sees, wiping a 'tear' away from her eye (which the clever way Liam sings it - by design or accident? - sounds like a rip in the fabric of ordinary life), it's still epic, the narrator having learnt something he can never 'unlearn'.

Throughout it all Noel half-mocks, half supports the people who dream big, even if their dreams are only as big as 'getting away' for the summer: Noel knows that it's possible to exist at this higher plain because he's been here for years now and in this magic realm time stands still to his dreams that you and I are gonna 'live forever' are a reality. This is such a monumental discovery that it inspires one of the greatest noises of the Oasis canon, as Noel pours all those twenty-seven years of unexpressed longing and desire into one of the greatest guitar solos of them all, howling out his rage and frustration as his guitar spits out sparks, while Liam is turned from a mere rock star into a God chanting his way over the top of the most colossal backing track. Though reports vary as to how many Oasis songs were written 'on' drugs (all of them? none of them? Written 'through' drugs might be a better description) this is surely one of them, full of unlocked doors and new higher levels that the narrator has never realised before and which the whole of his soul is screaming for him to remember when he 'wakes up'. It's also a song that comes in 'waves', not so much getting faster and slower or louder and quieter but ebbing and flowing, always the sign of a good drug song (not to mention the obvious finale: 'We were getting high'). It's the Oasis equivalent of 'A Day In The Life' as the band would truly love to turn us on, but here there's no drug come-down, just a post coital glow of warmth and understanding. The only thing keeping this song anywhere near the Earth anymore is a single held organ note that plays throughout the song, though it's droned out for much of the time, like the 'spiritual chord' that's meant to be 'cut' when we die (the whole song is like an out of body experience, with champagne). By the end of this song it's enough to leave you feeling drained and wiped out, but so it should - this is an event/drug-trip/chance meeting that's changed the way the narrator thinks forever, so much so he's shocked to find the world 'still spinning round' on his return to Earth. Noel is amazing, Liam is amazing (his unusually vulnerable shriek of pain off mike at 4:20 is extraordinary), the band are extraordinary and suddenly for seven glorious minutes everything that Oasis have ever stood for has come together.

Overall, 'Morning Glory' is quite an album, one that's very slow to get going but somehow ends up reaching the clouds quite magnificently on the second half. Twenty years on now and I'm still not entirely sure what I think of it - whether my knee-jerk re-action that is was a slight come-down after 'Definitely Maybe' and the mixed reviews on release are right, or whether this is an album that even now I haven't quite teased all the strands out of yet and it's actually the pinnacle of my collection (give it another twenty years and I'll have another bash - you don't mind buying all these books up again do you?!) The truth is probably somewhere in the middle: 'Wonderwall' 'Don't Look Back In Anger' 'Some Might Say' 'Cast No Shadow' 'Morning Glory' and 'Champagne Supernova' are the real peak of Oasis which reach a height of monumental proportions that earlier only 'Live Forever' and 'Slide Away' (and possibly 'Rock 'n' Roll Star') could quite reach. It takes a lot to beat perfection and the fact that so many of these album songs managed it is a source of (morning or anytime) glory I don't blame for rushing to the band's heads. The fact that so many key songs of our era were recorded in a month, maybe even a fortnight taking the other period songs away, is mind-blowing. And yet there's so much about 'Morning Glory' that isn't even good but ordinary. Oasis fans writing in their bedrooms probably had a better pastiche of the band's sound than they could muster themselves on 'Hello' 'Roll With It' and 'Hey Now', the production spends too much concentrating on noise over beauty, the arrangements might have been better yet had Noel been just open enough to using Bonehead and Guigsy's strengths as well as his and his brother's and the album cover must be one of the most bland and generic ever given to a 'classic' album (though Pet Sounds' day at the zoo comes close). Genius or madness? True inspiration or bluster? Poetry or garbage? Would you believe a lot of both? (albeit with enough of a decent run on the second half to make you forget the first half by the time you reach the end - it seems like a lot longer than 50 minutes ago you last heard 'Hello' when you flip the album on again). A glory, certainly, with enough reason to bring out the champagne - though not every song turns supernova by any means.


 Other Oasis articles from this website you might be interested in reading:


'Be Here Now' (1997) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.com/2013/11/oasis-be-here-now-1997-album-review.html

‘Heathen Chemistry’ (2002) http://www.alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2013/02/oasis-heathen-chemistry-2002.html

‘Don’t Believe The Truth’ (2005) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2012/08/oasis-dont-believe-truth-2005.html

'Dig Out Your Soul' (2008) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2008/10/oasis-dig-out-your-soul-2008_31.html

'Different Gear, Still Speeding' (Beady Eye) (2011) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2011/03/news-views-and-music-issue-93-beady-eye.html

'Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds' (2011) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2011/10/news-views-and-music-issue-119-noel.html 


'Chasing Yesterdays' (Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds) (2015) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2015/04/noel-gallaghers-high-flying-birds.html



Wednesday, 27 June 2012

George Harrison "Wonderwall Music" (1968) (News, Views and Music 150)



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 “I don’t like songs – music is just organised noise – and noise is poison for the mind!”

George Harrison “Wonderwall Music” (1968)

Microbes/Red Lady Too/Tabla and Pakavaj/In The Park/Drilling A Homer/Guru Vandana/Greasy Legs/Ski-ing/Gat Kirwani/Dream Scene//Party Seacombe/Love Scene/Crying/Cowboy Music/Fantasy Sequins/On The Bed/Glass Box/Wonderwall To Be Here/Singing Om


I have seen some pretty weird films in my time, dear readers, and having read my work you’ll not be at all surprised to learn that most of the weirdest films I’ve seen – just like the weirdest music I’ve heard - have become my firm favourites. Standing Head and shoulders above the rest is, of course, The Monkees’ ‘Head’ (see review no 27 for why this bizarre but magnificent annihilation of TV, music and group is so supremely wonderfully unique and misunderstood), but there are plenty of others (one of the perks of sites like this is that I get to bore you with my favourite lists from time to time – for this review I’ve  snuck them in as a footnote at the bottom of this review so as not to interrupt the flow of this paragraph. Which I just have with that last sentence. And that one. Oh bother).  

Anyway, ‘Wonderwall’ the film is a lot better than its reputation or unloved status suggests, even without George Harrison’s excellent film score to consider. A film about an eccentric professor who gets gradually sucked into the way of life that goes on across the other side of the ‘wonderwall’ dividing the block of flats where he lives, it differs from most surreal and plotless tomes from the period in that there is actual character development. For the most part it’s a silent film, with characters revealing their inner selves not through shouting or exposition, with George Harrison’s music – ‘written’ or in some notable improvised cases inspired by the Beatle – having to work extra hard in order to convey the film’s meaning across. As one film critic writing for the ‘Films and Filming’ magazine put it best with the line “Harrison’s music represents dialogue, waxing almost like a vocal like a cinema organist from the silent days” and it remains perhaps the most under-rated solo Beatle album of all, perplexing the few fans interested enough to buy the soundtrack album or see the movie (which became so obscure that for many years it was considered ‘lost’ , before finally ending up on home video in 1992 – and later DVD in 1998).

George worked on this album by timing the film with a stopwatch, so we know for a fact that this film was completed (in at least rough edit) before he even began adding the music. If so then he must have worked fast for one thing (unlike most soundtrack albums this one really was in the shops by the time people saw the film – although not many people ever did) and most definitely was inspired by what he saw in the movie (unlike some films which commission the music before they shoot a word and then stick the two together). This style really suits some musicians, who get to chart when and where an emotion is felt (Pink Floyd succeeded in this style too), although its puzzling why George should have taken to this form over the other three (George’s music being the most free-form in this period, as you’ll note if you’ve ever heard the Beatles track ‘It’s All Too Much’) Perhaps he saw the film as a good example for breaking away from the spell of the others; perhaps he saw it as a good chance to promote Indian music without having to tailor it to a Beatles style or perhaps he was just flattered to have been asked (Massot knew his stuff – desperate to get a Beatle and low on funds, he realised they wouldn’t be prepared to work on it and a band project and figured John and Paul would reject the offer out of hand; George was the only person he ever asked to contribute on the proviso that anything he recorded would be used; how relieved must Massot have been when George’s unlistenable follow-up album of moog doodling ‘Electronic Sounds’ came out soon after, reflecting George’s new toy of 1968!)  Whichever reason, I’m glad he did it because ‘Wonderwall’ is a wonderfully eclectic mix of Indian, rock, pop, orchestral and psychedelia – in one case even breaking off for a bit of ‘cowboy music’ – none of which we’ll ever from him again in quite such undiluted form.

By depicting very 1950s styles and ideas (the scenes with Irene Handl, Tony Hancock’s landlady in two of his films, plus the whole theme of scientists, test tubes and the National Geographic the professor is reading) right up close against the most flower power scenes imaginable (bright green cars, wigs, modelling shoots, nudity, even the exotic looking ski-ing equipment) this film is the best example I’ve yet seen of what the 1960s and its culture was all about.It would be easy to have made ‘Wonderwall’ as a scathing, damning attack on the older society who don’t understand the goings on of their offspring and yet leer and letch at their activities anyway– but ‘Wonderwall’ is subtler than that, suggesting that the only way forward for us all is to understand each other. The professor might be scatter-brained and set in his ways, but he’s essentially a kind old man, one who saves the hippie girl who lives next door at the end of the film and risking his reputation by revealing the fact that he’s been a peeping tom to keep her alive. There’s also the hint that his world turned ‘monochrome’ not because he chose to close his eyes to the world but because of some personal tragedy (one scene has him opening up a case containing an old dress, smothered – like his memory one supposes - in moth-balls; another scene has him tell Irene Handl, his cleaning lady, ‘We shall all be married sooner or later’), as if these are ‘memories’ of a time he experienced first-hand himself.  

Equally Jane Birkin’s character, named ‘Penny Lane’ especially for all the Beatles fans in the audience (the girl in the film who works as a model) overdoses because of an unhappy love affair with the photographer that, so its hinted, has resulted in her getting pregnant. Without money, without a partner (who flees the minute things get serious) and with the seemingly definite end to her modelling career, this is the downside of the hippie way of life, lost without the stability and traditions of past generations, even whilst the taste of freedom brightens her life. ‘Paying the price’ is the key theme of a surprisingly few flower power era lyrics from The Hollies’ ‘Games We Play’ on down, with the most aware hippy protagonists aware that for enjoying such splendour comes a later price (the yin and yang of life). The photographer too is a case in point – in other films he’d be painted out to be a hard-nosed tyrant, but in this film he’s merely lost, visiting the professor ostensibly to borrow some ice cubes, bananas and sugar and asking him out loud what he should do about the relationship. Both sides want what the other side has got, with the grass always greener (not a drug reference, despite the context of the film) the other side of the wall: when the professor finally has the courage to travel across the great divide he finds that the psychedelic splendour he saw before is now a drab and rather ordinary grey (and his own flat looks remarkably psychedelicised afterwards too). Only when the two sides of the wall unite together can both realise their full potential (with Jack MacGowran’s lovably dotty professor hailed as a hero) and the theme of the film isn’t so much ‘look at us, aren’t we fab and gear’ (as some reviewers will tell you) as ‘look how similar we are when we tear down the walls between us’. In this way, ‘Wonderwall’ is similar to Pink Floyd’s ‘The Wall’ and you have to wonder if Roger Waters (a fellow EMI recording artist) ever came across this film or not.

One other key theme of this film and album is that of being trapped. The professor can’t join in with the psychedelic splendour all around him because he is trapped by more than just a wall. For him and his generation inhibitions and manners are everything – otherwise you get the kind of fallouts and temper tantrums that leads to the split between the model and the photographer and the attempted drug overdose. Equally, though, the professor lives a drab and dreary existence, where he’s so lost and confused that he has to write notes to remind him of what to do whenever he goes home and is so isolated that the only people he talks to are his assistant at work at the waterboard (who he manages to insult and accidentally refer to as ‘miss’) and his cleaning lady, neither of whom manage to ‘reach’ him. Throughout the film we get motifs of other species being trapped (the mice in the cage, the praying mantis in the professor’s flat) and notably the first tantalising glimpses of life the other side of the wall are accompanied by the accidental smashing of a butterfly collection, which sees the insects fluttering around the room in psychedelic freedom, going where the professor can’t (and butterflies are themselves a key theme of change, transforming from ugly caterpillars and proof of how beautiful even the most ugly looking realities can turn out to be – see also The Hollies’ ‘Butterfly’, review no 14, recorded in this same period). We are all trapped by something, the film hints, even if its just our own prejudices that prevent us from working out what others around us are enjoying (something that is equally true of parents understanding their children and children understanding their parents). As long as we realise this, we still have hope for a better world – or so the striking front cover seems to be saying anyway, with its bowler-hatted worker on the left gazing at a wall behind which Indian flower children bathe nude in a pond (legend has it that the drawing by Bob Gill featured a complete wall but that George insisted on one brick being left out to create a small tunnel of light; if that story is true (and Derek Taylor claims it was) then it shows just how well George understood the film (and how lucky Massot was to get such a resonant composer), with hope the beacon of light all the way through ‘Wonderwall’.

Just as the elder and younger generations meet head on, equally George Harrison’s album mixes West and East sounds with aplomb, with at first all Indian-related music coming from the psychedelic side of the ‘wonderwall’ (the two become mixed up later in the film). Indian music is just as old as Western music, of course (if not older) and the two sides do become mixed up later on in the film, suggesting – as ever with George – that this soundtrack is about the fight between out material and spiritual selves (this being written by an avid Hare Krishna supporter who meditated most days and yet still took drugs and indulged in motor racing and film making). George was of course deeply into his ‘Indian’ phase at this point in late 1967 and wanted to use this film as a launchpad to get the public interested in the works of the Indian musicians Ravi Shankar had introduced him to. He was initially worried that director Joe Massot wouldn’t accept his music, though (despite the director telling him he’d accept anything the Beatle gave him, no matter how weird) and organised some London sessions with some old friends (including Eric Clapton under the psudeonym Eddie Clayton, Ringo under the pseudonym Richie Snare, members of contemporary Mersey band The Remo Four – some of whom were in Paul McCartney’s class at the Liverpool Institute and had backed fellow Epstein-managed act Billy J Kramer as his second Dakotas line-up - and Monkee Peter Tork, whose banjo piece sadly only appears in the film not the album). The album is divided up like this: Tracks 2, 5, 8, 10, 11, 14, 17, and 18 were recorded in England, while tracks 1, 3, 4, 6, 7, 9, 12, 13, 15, 16, and 19 were recorded in Bombay – pretty much half and half. The amazing thing is, though, that like the film it accompanies the music ties together well, with an ageless story of generational tension and growing older played by musicians from two spheres that are older than time (only two of the album’s 19 songs are remotely close to 1960s music, the Cream spoof ‘Ski-ing’ and the Merseybeat ‘Party Seacombe’). Only George at this particular point in his life would have had the courage and the means to unite the two sides together and in retrospect it’s just a shame that the two sides never met each other (with an ocean, rather than a wall, keeping them apart).

This film gained a whole new lease of life in the 1990s, firstly with the unexpected un-trumpeted release of the film in 1992 after so many years out of circulation and again in 1995 when Noel Gallagher saw the word in a Beatles discography and liked the name so much he turned it into the basis for one of Oasis’ best-loved songs (he still hasn’t the film yet, though, unless he’s bought a copy since doing a batch of interviews in the mid 2000s). That’s fitting because this idea about generations going round in cycles fitted that generation’s main thrust rather well, what with Oasis sounding like The Beatles mixed with the Rolling Stones, Pulp sounding like The Kinks, the Super Furry Animals sounding like The Beach Boys and groups like Kula Shaker and Ocean Colour Scene sounding like the whole bang lot poured into a cauldron and stirred together. I’m actually surprised that this film only became a cult among Beatleheads and never really hit the mainstream at a time when the 60s was cool again (however briefly) because no film is more 1960s than this. 

Well, none except ‘Magical Mystery Tour’ (OK, its a TV special rather than film but you get my point). Similarly scatter-brained and confusing on first viewings, this special sent many a Beatle fan groping for Earth after transmission and has generally been regarded as something of a bad idea. In truth it is a bad idea, with several long and pointless passages, that was always going to go over the intended audience’s head – even if the footage of both ‘The Fool On The Hill’ and ‘I Am The Walrus’ remain among the most dynamic the fab four ever put together in any of their film work. ‘Wonderwall’ often gets stuck into the same bag of being silly and somewhat frilly and doesn’t even have the saving grace of true Beatles songs on its side, but its plot actually makes more sense and the music is much more relevant, rather than simply being inserted to break up the dialogue. ‘Gat Kirwani’ and ‘Love Scene’ are two of the nicest snippets of Indian music you are ever likely to hear (outside Beatles B-side ‘The Inner Light’ anyway – and its no coincidence that the backing track for that piece was recorded during this album’s sessions in Bombay and only later overdubbed with vocals by The Beatles). Equally Glass Box’ and ‘Wonderwall To Be Here’ are marvellous attempts at ‘proper’ orchestral theme music and notably the most traditional-sounding thing we’ll hear George do right up until the Hoagy Carmichael covers on ‘Somewhere In England’ (some fans think George was all about experimentation and daring, but you can’t be that much of  a George Formby fan without being in part a traditionalist). ‘Ski-Ing’ is a great heavy metal prototype, the only place you will ever hear George duelling guitars with close friend Eric Clapton (despite their many appearances on record together, generally with one playing and not the other). Finally ‘Party Seacombe’ is the classic Beatles song that never was, with a cracking riff that sounds like a cross between ‘Here There and Everywhere’ and ‘You Can’t Do That’, played with a wah-wah pedal and more psychedelic effects than most of Sgt Peppers.  

If most of the rest of the album simply sounds like it was written to go with a film then, well, yes, that’s exactly what it was written to do and in three cases (‘Microbes’ ‘Crying’ ‘Cowboy Music’) the result is pretty unlistenable. ‘Wonderwall’ is not for the casual George Harrison fan looking for something to hum; nor will it be the most played Beatles solo album you’ll ever own. Some fans are always going to have trouble with an album full of instrumentals on which their beloved Harrison doesn’t even play. Some critics have called both film and soundtrack self-indulgent and silly. We say, yes its all those things, but its also a clever pic and mix mash up of both the old-fashioned and traditional and the then-new and exciting and as a result is a unique experience played by some of the finest players from West and East. Given the hurried and low budget circumstances behind the making of it (Derek Taylor’s CD sleevenotes reveal that the Bombay studios had to shut down at 5pm because the sound of cars outside got so loud they got through the primitive sound-proofing and onto the master tapes) there are some wonderful ideas here and some of George’s loveliest melodies. Yes we’d love to have had more input from George (a lyric on the very Beatlesy ‘Party Seacombe’ for instance would have made this album better still) and you do wonder if he really does deserve sole credit for everything here (even the songs that seem to be improvised), but then George did exactly what the director asked him to do with this film, submitting only instrumental pieces for inclusion and was still the ring-leader for the whole thing.

Finally, that quote above in our key lyrics is a quote from the film (being an instrumental album we can’t give you many quotes this week!) and sees the professor in denial that other people have a better life than him. What George spends most of the film doing is proving the professor wrong, creating music so beautiful and emotional that it clearly isn’t just ‘organised noise’ but the very real unexpressed emotions of the characters throughout the film. Director Joe Massot is said to have been pleased with the music he got back from Harrison, who was deeply nervous about his ability to create music to order (fitting to the time lengths of scenes) and his worry about the public’s interest in Eastern sounds. If I was Massot I’d have been ecstatic – George nails a good 3/4s of the scenes with exactly the right balance of feeling and emotion, saying everything the screenplay (which has notoriously few lines throughout) is hinting at but doesn’t quite come out and say. Moving for the most part and excitingly eclectic, this album shows off more dies of George’s multi-layered personality than any other project he ever worked on and as such is a triumph, even if Wonderwall does lack a bit of consistency and unity.  

Perhaps most importantly of all, this album became a stepping stone for so many other important pieces in the Beatles’ story that it would be stupidly to dismiss it entirely. The first album released on the band’s ‘Apple’ label (note the many references to ‘apples’ in the film and their relationship to the bible as being sinful – a big hint there as to how bad things would get in the Beatles empire!), it was the kind of non-commercial release EMI would never have dared to put out and clearly inspired some of the more esoteric Apple creations in their catalogue (beating John and Yoko’s ‘Two Virgins’ LP by a matter of months). It was also the first solo Beatle album (ignoring for now the thorny issue of Macca’s ‘Family Way’ soundtrack of 1966 – yes its Paul’s music, but its George Martin who arranged and conducted it, without the Beatle present), leading George in particular to believe that there was a market for his material specifically and that he wouldn’t have to spend the rest of his life mining the Beatles’ style. Although only Ringo took an active interest in the album and film out of the band, it’s notable that the recording sessions for ‘Wonderwall’ kick in a much more experimental and eclectic phase in the band’s career, with ‘The White Album’ around the next corner. For these facts alone ‘Wonderwall’ begs your attention for an hour or so, although whether you choose to ever hear it again is up to you. As for me, I’ve played this record endlessly since long before I ever saw the film attached to it and select parts of it I rate as being among the best that any album has to offer.






There’s a massive 19 tracks on this album to get through and all of them instrumental, so forgive me if I don’t spend quite as long talking about each one as I usually do (my computer’s driving me nuts, too – here I am just a few hours from going away, when it tells me it might crash soon if I don’t fix something immediately, not that its told me what it is yet!). However I will be giving you a few descriptions to whet your appetite, the musicians involved and how each recording relates to the film.

First up, though, is ‘Microbes’ – a song that doesn’t appear in the film that much (the director’s cut replaces it with The Remo Four’s rather Badfingery sounding ‘In The First Place’, although you do get a snippet when the professor first starts noticing the wonderwall) but isn’t one of the better moments on the album. It features what presumably must be ‘shanhais’ playing against each other in a sort of over-lapping loop (I say ‘presumably because I know its none of the other instruments, which include the sitar, the sarod – similar to a sitar; the sur bahar – which is a sort of bass sitar – and the santoor, which is the Indian equivalent of a harp), with out of tune bassoons and oboes the nearest Western equivalent. The melody to this tune is quite appealing and does fit the original opening of the film of microbes dancing under a microscope, but the sound is a little too grating on the ear and badly recorded (the recording is heavy with distortion even on CD) for comfortable listening. You can hear something of the starting point for ‘The Inner Light’ at times, though, with the oscillating tones of the instrument (technically called a melisma – one of the few things I still remember from my grade theory exams, not that I ever needed it) very similar to the ‘instrumental’ passages of the Beatles piece. In short, it’s the offspring between Kula Shaker and Yoko Ono.

‘Red Lady Too’ comes in the film at the point where the professor has just spied a, well, red lady would you believe (due to the spotlights being placed on Penny Lane during her modelling session I hasten to add). A slightly chugging instrumental, it’s from one of the London sessions and yet still sounds strangely exotic and unusual, thanks to its unique use of mellotron-flutes as a sort of organ base note for the whole piece. The main tune comes from a normal piano and a tack piano (played by Remo Four pianist Tony Ashton) set against each other in a counterpointed battle and the effect is rather a good one, with the deep bass note rumble actually pretty close to my own composing methods (as you can hear if you visit the ‘Alan’s Songs’ page of my website. I must have listened to this album more times than I thought!) As such, it sounds like The Moody Blues trying to play one of my songs!

‘Tabla and Pakajav’ is much as you’d expect, very similar in parts to the raga played by Ravi Shankar in the Monterey Pop Festival Film (along with George’s Bangladesh gig still the most viewed piece of Indian music in the Western world). It’s tabla player Mahapurush Misra whose the star of this one, with playing not far off George’s ‘Within You Without You’, a Beatles recording only a few years old at this point (the pakajav is just another form of tabla, a barrel shaped drum also played by hand rather than with a stick; worryingly my spellcheck keeps insisting that I should be spelling the word ‘tabla’ as ‘table’). It’s one of the shorter pieces on the record, this one, and isn’t really heard in the film much.

‘In The Park’ is a curio of a song, from the title on down seeing as there is no actual scene set in a park in the film (not on my copy of it anyway, although a few minutes were trimmed for DVD release).It features the only real example of cross pollination between the Western and Eastern worlds and it’s not entirely successful, with Ashton’s jangly tack piano seemingly improvising a rather slow and involved sloping melody with a bom-ba-da-da-da riff that isn’t one of the best on the album. It’s joined by more table playing (this time by Rij Ram Desad) and two sitars, one for melody and one for atmosphere. The end result drags on far past it’s four minute playing time.

‘Drilling A Home’ is fun, though. George has just bough his own moog synthesiser after admiring John Lennon’s purchase of one (as heard most famously on the intro to ‘Strawberry Fields’, although ironically its the multi-instrumentalist Paul McCartney playing because John was having a hard time getting anything on it to work). It came complete with its own stock tapes, one of which – the backing track of ukulele and brass used for this track – was a Beatles favourite the band mucked around with often (as heard on the tag of ‘Flying’, the outtake version included on Anthology Two). The sound was particularly appealing to ukulele loving George and he might well have overdubbed a bit more of the instrument to strengthen the sound, which sounds slightly different to the ‘Flying’ version (George used to carry two ukuleles with him everywhere he went, so he could get someone else to play too!) George has the ever hard-working Tony Ashton overdub a frantic Goon-style madcap chase across the keyboard over the top of it and its a merry little tune that works well with the film footage of the hapless professor desperately trying to drill holes in the wall with every tool he has to hand, blunting most of them in the process. The middle features a blown whistle (the caption in the film reads ‘tea break’, although most likely its George signalling when the motion in the film changed pace and got quieter) and a very obvious edit. There’s some fun on the fadeout too, with the track speeding up and slowing down and panning violently between the left and right speakers, with Ashton’s piano and the moog alternating between the two. The whole piece is drowned out by sound effects of thunder and heavy rain, incidentally, and I’m not quite sure why as this scene takes place indoors (maybe it was really stormy that day in Bombay – the studio had some very flimsy sound proofing!) It sounds like the lovechild of The Goons and Liberace!

‘Guru Vandana’ is a short minute-long linking piece played by the Indian musicians and features a slow, lonely wavering line set against a busy, over-working one working in counterpoint. Heard on more traditional instruments (or even a sitar) this might have sounded lovely indeed but what are presumably the shanghais are back and their rather off-pitch sound ruins the effect somewhat. This passage is heard a few times across the film, though never complete, representing yet more delights from the other side of the Wonderwall.

‘Greasy Legs’ is mysteriously named, being perhaps the loveliest melody on the whole album. The track starts with a pulsating harmonium deep-throated gulp, so similar in style to Jefferson Starship’s epic ‘Sunrise’ from ‘Blows Against The Empire’ (review no 44) that you have to wonder if Grace Slick et al were sent a copy or saw the film.  The main tune itself is played on a twinkly piano/synth (its hard to tell which) and flutes and like many a song on this album seems to be a duet between two very different sounding instruments warily walking round each other and trying to find common ground. In the film this footage is accompanied by, you guessed it, legs – although the legs are those of the model surrounded by the escaped butterflies from the professor’s collection and aren’t actually greasy at all. So there. It sounds like Pink Floyd trying to do the music for a Ken Russel production of ‘The Dark Side Of The Moon’.

‘Ski-ing’ is an all too brief moment of magic, as Clapton and George (and possibly Colin Manley of the Remo Four) luck into a wonderful heavy metal riff and keep going, improvising their way round the sound, with someone (possibly Clapton under his pseudonym Eddie Clayton) ending the song in a fabulous outburst of improvised guitar squeals and feedback loops. The result is a fabulous moment, with George adopting what was then a brand new sound (as pioneered by Clapton in Cream among others) of a heavier rock power vibe and using that as a counterpart to the more wistful and earnest sounds of the Eastern instruments. In the film this section does indeed accompany ski-ing – with the photographer and model turning her ‘pad’ into a snow-laden treasure-trove paradise, although the section is even shorter on film than it is on record. The first real evidence of the ‘heavier’ style George adopted in 1968 (‘Savoy Truffle ‘Helter Skelter’ etc), it’s a fascinating piece and its great to hear Harrison and Clapton working so closely together. It sounds like Black Sabbath had they actually had the talent to play anywhere near this level.

That piece dissolves quite dramatically into ‘Gat Kirwani’ , which is kind of the Eastern equivalent of ‘Ski-ing’. Led by a sitar showing off just how quickly and powerfully it can play, its accompanied by table and the high-pitched whine of the santoor and demonstrates just how impressive the three sitar players George worked with on this album are. Fast and furious, its kind of the Western equivalent to a musical jam session, sounding spontaneous and adding bit by bit to the same basic idea each ‘verse’. As far as I can tell this piece isn’t used in the film (although, again, some small footage was cut for DVD), but its a shame it wasn’t used as it sounds urgent and expressive, like all good film music should.

‘Dream Scene’ is the most oddball song on the album, fittingly for accompanying perhaps the most oddball scene of many in the film. The professor dreams that he’s engaged in battle for the model’s affections with the photographer and tries to defeat him with a sword and then a pen (when the blade of the sword magically vanishes). Later the photographer defeats him with an oversized lipstick and a 10 foot cigarette (I told you this was a weird film!) Musically we hear lots of sweeps from the harp-like santoor but played backwards, before Indian voices (unheard in the film) seemingly improvise their way round a song that would sound rather traditional had it not been wrapped up in such odd surroundings. Both the male and the female singers sound superb, adding just the right tone of timid concern, but sadly neither are credited on the song’s sleeve. A sudden angry flourish from the santoor then ushers in more jangly piano triple-tracked, horns galore and Ringo going bezerk on his drums  (‘Roy Dyke’ of the Remo Four gets a credit, but it sounds very much in Ringo’s style to me). Another angry flourish then gives way to a moody horn part that’s heard held against an eerie bass rumble and a flourish of double-tracked harmonicas (played by 1940s star Tommy Reilly) and a police siren – though goodness only knows why. It’s a shame that this opening moody section wasn’t turned into a full song as its the most interesting part of a piece that goes on rather too long  and ends in a very clichéd and 1967-style way by having someone (possibly George) dictate Hari Krishna sayings while accompanied by slowed down tapes and tape loops of bats and chiming bells. It’s not one of the better tracks on the album and sounds like Genesis in the Peter Gabriel days having a nervous breakdown after being walloped by a sitar.  

‘Party Seacombe’, however, is, with a classic churning riff which could easily have become a classic with the addition of lyrics and vocals. Ringo’s drumming gives the song a very Beatlesy effect too, although its The Remo Four’s Colin Manley on guitar rather than George. The main tune is played on a wah-wah pedal that’s very effective, counterpointed as ever on this album by a slightly off pitch (probably varispeeded) acoustic guitar that sounds very ear-catching. There’s also another little tune as heard on the organ, with a very pretty turn of phrase that, had this been a Who song, would have been the yearning reflective serious Townshend passage in between the Daltrey ranting. In the film this scene does indeed accompany a party going on in the model’s flat with the bright lights and effects seemingly out to show everyone having a great time – however scratch below the effects and you can see that everyone is just sitting around and stoned out of their minds; not that far off the professor at his most eccentric in this film. The addition of the word ‘Seacombe’ to this track has always puzzled me, as has the fact that this song wasn’t passed over to the Beatles (as was its sister song ‘The Inner Light’); both pieces show a real promise for becoming full proper ‘songs’ as opposed to flotsam and jetsam recorded for the film. With the power and shuffle of ‘Old Brown Shoe’, the elegant grace of ‘The Inner Light’ and the slight air of oddness that made ‘Only A Northern Song’ so compelling, this is Wonderwall’s peak and a relief after so many less straightforward songs. It sounds like late 60s Beach Boys with a twinge of Jefferson Airplane and a soupcon of Travelling Wilburys in its bright, breezy optimism.

‘Love Scene’ is also gorgeous but in an entirely different way, being one of the most beautiful melodies that George ever wrote (it’s also the only time you can hear him on this album, as he ‘sings’ the end of the sitar line at the end of the intro to this song). It features a sitar and a sarod not so much battling each other this timer as circling each other, improvising phrases in a call and answer session that in Western hands would sound more like Motown or soul. The two players are going at such a rate of knots that the deeper pitched sarod player loses his way and stumbles a bit – the rest of the track is of such high quality, though, that it was thought good enough to be allowed to stand. This track appears in the film alongside footage of the photographer and model having sex and is a suitable accompaniment, given the way that the two instruments on this recording are now working together in tandem rather than fighting each other all the way. Joyous and full of wonder, this is George having fun by employing some of the best Indian musicians around and getting them to work out a song based round a simple phrase that wouldn’t have sounded out of place on a Beatles record of the time. The other highlight of the record, it s one of the longest songs on the album but doesn’t outlast its welcome. It sounds like nothing less than the sun coming out.

‘Crying’, however, is pretty horrible, for the first few minutes at least, with George taking the film scene of the pregnant jilted model crying alone in her room all too literally (these scratchy tones do an all too good job at sounding like uncontrollable tears). The song really gets going in the second half with a very expressive melody played on the sarod which gives up trying to do sound effects and suddenly starts playing properly, with a very edgy, tension-building section that sounds more like a violin. The tune seems to be full of hate and guilt as well as tears and is such a perfect accompaniment to what the ‘Penny Lane’ character must be feeling that its a shame more of it wasn’t used in the film. The track comes to a sudden end, too, despite sounding as if it was going to go on to something greater. It sounds like The BBC’s Radiophonic Workshop trying to create the sound for the most annoying race of Dr Who aliens ever.

‘Cowboy Music’ is also a bit daft, with Tommy Reilly’s mouthorgan doing a good impression of being home on the range. This actually comes from earlier in the film when the cracks between model and photographer are showing, with the latter making a worried phone call about his ‘delusional’ partner that’s among the most serious moments in the film – while all the time rocking back and forth on a giant rocking horse! The star of this track is whoever is playing the nylon guitar effect (presumably Colin Manley as it doesn’t sound like George), managing to sound exactly like every cowboy serial since the year dot. George Harrison was a big cowboy film fanatic in his youth, incidentally, and may well have picked on the ‘horse’ motif in order to make ‘his’ own cowboy segment, based on all the films he’d have seen at the Liverpool cinema in his youth. It sounds like Clint Eastwood caught in a 60s psychedelic hell.

‘Fantasy Sequins’ starts the way ‘Crying’ ended, with a low and sombre tone played on the sarod, an instrument that really does tug at the heart strings. The tune soon opens up into a much more relaxed and happy sounding song, though, sounding not unlike the accompaniment to a Jewish wedding (this is indeed the point in the film where the professor has dozed off again and imagines himself married to the model, after a helpless period left out in the ‘snow’, as signified by this piece’s moody beginnings). Again this lovely piece of music should have been much longer and is a nice starting point for a full song, complete with lyric, but George is content to let it stand as merely a fragment. It sounds like an outtake from ‘Fiddler On The Roof’.

‘On The Bed’ is another terrific piece, with almost every instrument used so far on the album joining in on an epic piece that sounds not unlike George Martin’s film score for ‘Help!’, James Bond pastiches and all. This song sounds like more than just a spoof, though, accompanying the mad professor’s climb onto his roof, over the ‘wonderwall’ and into Penny’s flat, full of all the guilt, confusion, determination, joy and sorrow that scene encompasses. There are several high points to this track, such as Ashton’s manic piano which chirps like an annoying parrot throughout, along with Vinaik Vora’s surprisingly angry sounding thar-shanhai and another terrific guitar solo from Colin Manley. A great example of  how West can meet East and still sound totally convincing, its among the better songs on the album and should have been used in the film more I think. One or two fans have likened the central tune to this song as being in some way related to the Beatles B-side ‘Baby You’re A Rich Man’ recorded around this time – it’s perfectly plausible that one should have inspired the other, but I think its more a case of George loving the wavery sound of the sitar so much it kind of seeped its way into the Beatles’ muses after a while. It sounds like the closing music to a great 1960s sitcom, this music, one where you know something exciting’s about to happen.

‘Glass Box’ is a pretty little Eastern interlude, with Misra’s tabla joined by three sitar players, all eager in their desire to reach the end of the song first and all playing their instruments the plucked ‘Western’ way as if they are guitars. Too short at 2 minutes to make much impact, this is nevertheless another strong ‘riff’ song that could have been turned into a really tight and impressive track with a little more to go on. In the film the professor is hiding in the wardrobe, watching worriedly as the girl commits suicide before his eyes to this track, with all the scary tension of the scene reflected well in the music. The ‘round’ at the end of this song is particularly lovely, like the end to a favourite nursery rhyme (as played on sitars!)

‘Wonderwall To Be Here’ is proof that George could write traditional sounding instrumental film type music when he wanted to, with this heavily orchestrated song not sounding out of place in a John Williams score (and exactly the sort of thing the ‘Help!’ soundtrack by George Martin spoofed). It’s impressive this piece, with a lovely tune full of yearning for times lost that really suits the drama of the end of the film when you think its all going to go wrong (don’t worry, it all goes right by the end). The closest this album gets to a ‘love’ song (even if its between a batty old professor and a dying girl whose unconscious so doesn’t even know her neighbour is there to rescue her), it features a winning mix ofthe traditional and the exotic, with some very Moody Blues-ish mellotrons kicking in near the end of a track that’s dominated by tinkling piano and lush violins. If Paul McCartney wasn’t jealous at George’s ability to create such gorgeous sounding melodies out of nothing then he should have been – given some equally fine lyrics this would have become a Beatles standard without any doubt. The offspring of the 1930s and the flower power era, this lovely instrumental shouldn’t work at all but somehow does effortlessly.

The album - and the film - then ends on a rather down note musically, something which surprises me because the last scene is actually a happy one (the professor returns to work on ‘his’ side of the Wonderwall, but as a hero applauded by his colleagues and with his eyes now open to the other side of life, with the two sides conjoined as the microbes under his microscope turn into the waving figure of the girl and the scientific and emotional existing side by side at last). What we get to accompany that is a slow and stately chant, something more akin to George’s work with the Radna Krishna Temple on Apple rather than the rest of this eclectic record. John Lennon once said that for ‘Tomorrow Never Knows’ he wanted the sound of a thousand Tibetan monks chanting the secrets of the universe – on George’s budget this is about the closest he could get to that sound but it’s still highly impressive. The tune is lovely and would have made for another fine Beatles song, especially when the instrumental interlude kicks in, with a sorrowful flute circling helplessly around the unmoving held chord of the organ (note how, again, we get the emotional and the stable in the same place together). It’s a fine piece of music, but you can’t help feeling that both the film and the album of ‘Wonderwall’ deserved something just that little bit more special to end on. In short, this is what the CD soundtrack would sound like were Songs Of Praise ever to do an episode on prog rock!

What we have, then, is either an album of aimless doodling on a bunch of wild and wacky instruments with no clear lyrics and set to an unfathomable film, or one of the greatest multimedia creations of the 1960s after ‘Head’, with the soundtrack to this album an eclectic and emotional mix of sounds that perfectly convey the ‘us and them’ message of the film whilst giving kindness and hope to both sides of the conflict. It’s often said of Pink Floyd’s near namesake ‘The Wall’ that the album is too po-faced, overladen in concepts and without the subtlety and humour Roger Waters has in his normal work. Wonderwall is the opposite, a giggling mix of symphonic sounds that do their best to create a mood of tension, yearning and solitude without having to sing a single word (it speaks volumes that the music I knew for years before the film pretty much matched up exactly with what I expected from the film’s contents, having read synopses long before seeing the work). That said, Wonderwall lacks structure when heard as an album, it badly misses at least the odd lyrical song to give it some depth and emotion and doesn’t have the unshaking belief that things are going to work that Pink Floyd’s magnum opus does. I do love the way West meets East pretty equally on this album, though, and Wonderwall (both music and film) deserve better than to be filed away as ‘period curios’ . Certainly Wonderwall was way ahead of its time, only really catching the public’s mood in the late 1990s, when 60s psychedelia was back ‘in’ and it wasn’t quite so odd to veer from 1930s goonery to 1960s flower power to early 60s Merseybeat a few minutes apart. No wonder too that Noel Gallagher named one of his most successful songs after it – like Oasis’ biggest selling single parts of Wonderwall make no sense, its vague enough to mean anything and if you analyse it too hard your brain explodes under the strain. No matter, for all their faults this is why we love both pieces of art and there’s clearly a great brain at work in both, even if I’d struggle to tell you in print just exactly why both projects work so well. Wonderwall to be here? Yes indeed! 

 

 A NOW COMPLETE LIST OF GEORGE HARRISON ARTICLES TO READ AT ALAN’S ALBUM ARCHIVES:
'Extra Texture (Read All About It)' (1975) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2015/04/george-harrison-extra-texture-read-all.html
'Thirty-Three And A Third' (1976) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2015/12/george-harrison-thirty-three-and-third.html

'George Harrison' (1979)
http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2008/07/review-74-george-harrison-1979.html

‘Somewhere In England’ (1981)
http://www.alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2013/05/george-harrison-somewhere-in-england_20.html
‘Cloud Nine’ (1987) https://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2017/06/george-harrison-cloud-nine-1987.html
'Brainwashed' (2002) http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2014/10/george-harrison-brainwashed-2002.html
'Hidden Harrison - The Best Unreleased Recordings' http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/george-harrison-hidden-harrison-best.html
Live/Compilation/Spin-Off Albums Plus The Occasional Wilbury http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/george-harrison-live.html
Non-Album Recordings 1968-2001 http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/george-harrison-non-album-recordings.html
Surviving TV Appearances 1971-2001 http://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/george-harrison-surviving-tv.html

Essay: Why The Quiet Beatle Always Had So Much To Say https://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2018/02/george-harrison-essay-why-quiet-one.html
Five Landmark Concerts and Three Key Cover Songs https://alansalbumarchives.blogspot.co.uk/2018/03/george-harrison-five-landmark-concerts.html

NOTE 1: Alan’s favourite films: Naturally enough ‘Head’ is at the top spot and The Beatles’ ‘Help!’ – see review no 3 – is right behind. The best of the rest are the dwarf-criminal escapade ‘Time Bandits’ (yes, OK, there is a George Harrison soundtrack but this is the one Monty Python related film that is actually funny rather than odd or dull – and yes I do include the hideously over-rated ‘Life Of Brian’!), the wonderfully poignant ‘Bridge To Terabithia’ (in which music features heavily too, strangely enough), the greatest and most criminally under-rated film Disney ever made ‘Pete’s Dragon’ (which features Helen Reddy’s singing the drop dead gorgeous ‘Candle In The Water’) and the fascinatingly slow and oblique ‘Lost In Translation’ (which has a cracking soundtrack). Only Tony Hancock’s movingly brave and bleak ‘The Punch and Judy Man’ and the psychedelic ‘The Neverending Story’ have no musical links in my top list – although the first does have a link with this ‘Wonderwall’ film via Irene Handl! You may notice something else about this list too; with the exception of ‘Bandits’ and ‘Dragon’ there are no direct lines between the good and the bad (and the ugly) in any of these films, simply people trying their best to live life their own way – the friction comes from other ordinary people living life their way and the clashes with their own (although you could make a case for ‘apathy’ in the case of ‘Story’). Even ‘Help!’ makes sense when you understand that the Kaiili tribe are simply following instructions left to them that they think will extend peace and tranquillity to their sect (with poor Ringo caught up in the middle of everything!)