Trevor Jackson introduced me to the station and the idea to do shows with whatever you want to do was really tempting. So I signed the contract and never looked back.
In discussion with truly-madly on “Hats” by The Blue Nile (1989).
How did you come across this album for the first time?
In my early teens I was quite nerdily into hi-fi – it didn’t stop there to be honest – so there would always be a copy of „What Hi-Fi“ knocking about, covered in drooled saliva at the valve amp page. The magazine had a small music review section – I don’t recall usually paying much attention to this but for some reason I read the entry for „Hats“. I don’t remember what it said but something in it must have appealed to my inner angst – nor did that stop there either – at that time. Surely the word ‘melancholy’ was used. So I bought it blindly (the cassette). At that time I was listening to bits of everything, early House, Synth Pop, Indie, and I was buying vinyl but had this odd mental divide that meant I would buy albums on cassette and singles on 12”. And actually I only finally bought „Hats“ on vinyl fairly recently – random find at Rough Trade Portobello in London.
Why did you choose „Hats“ for this interview? What are its special credentials for you?
It would probably be too difficult to choose a House or Techno album, which might be the natural thing to do, and this was the first that came to mind otherwise. I still think it’s quite obscure in a way, despite being part of the mainstream, and seemingly more popular than I realised.
My first encounter with The Blue Nile was probably hearing „Tinseltown In The Rain“ on the radio, from their first album „A Walk Across The Rooftops“, released in 1983. Do you like that as well?
I like all their stuff but don’t remember anything pre-“Hats“. I now know Tinseltown was some kind of hit but don’t directly recall it from the radio, etc. But occasionally I’ll hear it, in a cab or something, and think there is more to it than simply having listened to it from the album, that maybe I did hear it around the time it came out. That first album, and „Hats“, they are the best ones for me.
For me it is a topic worthy of thorough academic research how the electronic music of the Synthpop era and beyond is so often pared with very charismatic lead voices. Is this only for contrast, or is there more to it?
Lost amongst the crowd On the torso’s pumping iron A man with a horn takes to the stage The drum beat cracks in time
Harder and bolder the bodies move Shoulder to shoulder skin feels smooth Hot, sticky, still so cool The crash of the anvil and the nightclub school
Watch the moving bodies As they react to the sound Feasting on the visions See the figures going round
Graceful and flowing the fashion shows Sensual and glowing the passion grows Pick your playmate still so cool The crash of the anvil and the nightclub school
Take it as it comes up Leave it when it’s done Put a number in your matchbook And call when you want fun
Living the nightlife to the end Giving the right life like a friend One more rover still so cool The crash of the anvil and the nightclub school
The Fugs – The Divine Toe (Part 1) Spinners – Are You Ready For Love Andy Williams – Love Story (Where Do I Begin) Beautiful Bend – Make That Feeling Come Again Space – My Life Is Music Spinners – With My Eyes Ruth Waters – Never Gonna Be The Same Carrie Lucas – Keep Smilin’ Jigsaw – Sky High Frankie Valli – Heaven Above Me Janis Ian – Fly Too High Susan Fassbender – Twilight Café Simple Minds – I Travel Sparks – Beat The Clock Bow Wow Wow – Love, Peace And Harmony Tuxedomoon – What Use? Visage – The Anvil Robert Görl – Darling Don’t Leave Me Torch Song – P2e David Van Tieghem – These Things Happen 400 Blows – Breakdown Frank Tovey – Luxury Tears For Fears – Change The Cure – Let’s Go To Bed Robert Görl – Mit Dir The Stranglers – Skin Deep Louise Thomas – Feels Like Love Hazell Dean – Searchin’ Olivia Newton-John – Xanadu ABC – When Smokey Sings Madness – Michael Caine Prefab Sprout – Life Of Suprises Joe Jackson – You Can’t Get What You Want Industry – State Of The Nation Miles Davis – Time After Time Cyndi Lauper – Time After Time The Fugs – The Divine Toe (Part 2)
Im Gespräch mit Tobias Rapp über “Andromeda Heights” von Prefab Sprout (1997).
Wie und wann war Deine erste Begegnung mit Prefab Sprout?
Erstaunlich spät. Tatsächlich war “Andromeda Heights” die Platte, mit der ich Prefab Sprout entdeckt habe. Im Grunde fiel sie mir aus dem Himmel, in dem sie spielt, vor die Füße. Ich hatte ganz viel verschiedene Musik in den Neunzigern gehört: Techno, Hiphop, Jazz, Sixties-Pop, alles mögliche, aber nur sehr selten Musik, die von einem so emphatischen Popbegriff lebt, wie Prefab Sprout das tun. Die wollen ja beides: Pop als Zeichensystem benutzen, also in so einem Pop-Referenz-Universum leben, und selbst Pop sein, also mit der großen Geste spielen, “we were quoted out of context, it was great”, wie es in “Electric Guitars“ so schön heißt.
Meine damalige Freundin hat mich auf Prefab Sprout gebracht – und Thomas Groß, der damals Popredakteur der taz war und über die Platte geschrieben hat. Einen schönen Text, in dem er die Platte als große Geste der Modernisierungsverweigerung beschreibt. Das mag sich damals so angehört haben, neben Drum’n’Bass und Tricky. Von heute aus ist die Platte ja ganz eigenartig zeitlos, finde ich.
Von “Andromeda Heights” aus habe ich mir dann die anderen Dinge nach und nach auch angehört. Natürlich ist mir in den Achtzigern “Cars and Girls” auch schon mal untergekommen, wobei mir damals natürlich entging, dass es ein Answer-Song auf auf “Down By The River” von Bruce Springsteen ist. Ich dachte, irgendwie sei das ein Stück über Autos und Mädchen. Ein super Missverständnis und ganz im Sinne von Prefab Sprout, würde ich vermuten, weil ich das einfach als Popsong gehört habe, er also auch ohne den Meta-Pop-AnteiI funktioniert hat. Doch richtig tiefen Eindruck hat er nicht hinterlassen. Das fing erst mit “Andromeda Heights” an.
Warum hast Du Dir “Andromeda Heights” ausgesucht?
Weil es meine Lieblingsplatte ist. Im Sinne von: eine der ganz wenigen Platten, die ich immer wieder hören kann.
In discussion with Philip Sherburne about “The Flat Earth” by Thomas Dolby (1984).
Why did you choose this album, and how did you come across Thomas Dolby in the first place?
Until I was 12 or 13, I got most of my pop music from Top 40 radio. There weren’t a lot of other options for kid living in suburban Portland, Oregon in the late ’70s and early ’80s, and I loved a lot of things that I’d probably cringe at now, simply because they were all that was available. This is not one of them, though. Thomas Dolby’s “The Flat Earth” has remained a personal favorite for a quarter century now, and within it I can find many of the seeds of my eventual love for electronic music. I don’t remember any first encounter with Thomas Dolby’s 1982 single “She Blinded Me With Science,” which was all over the radio that year. I’m sure it was the synths and samples that grabbed me. I had discovered synthesizers through the music shop where I bought piano sheet music – Bach, Czerny, Phil Collins – and was nuts about anything with synths in it (In 1983, I’d get one of my own, a Korg Poly-800). Curiously, I didn’t dig any further into Dolby’s music at the time, but then, the song was ubiquitous, and in retrospect, it was such an odd single it probably didn’t gesture towards a form bigger than itself, like an album. It was what it was, and that was plenty. In 1984 or 1985, I went through a brief period of checking out LPs from the Multnomah County Library. That’s where I came across „The Flat Earth“. It was the cover that got me. Around that time, I would latch onto anything that had the faintest hint of “new wave” to it, and the cover’s pseudoscientific markings and cryptic photo-montage seemed like the most modern thing I’d ever seen. In retrospect, the sleeve is hardly so dazzling — a slightly watered down version of Peter Saville. (In fact, it looks a little like a cross between the Durutti Column’s “Circuses & Bread” and Section 25’s “From the Hip”, but it lacks the elegance of either.) Still, it was good enough for a 14-year-old jonesing for the New. I remember sitting on the floor of my parents’ living room, hunched over the sleeve, trying to make sense of the whole package. Not to repeat myself, but “cryptic” is the only word that fits. Everything about the music seemed to hint at hidden meanings, from the sleeve to the lyrics: “Keith talked in alphanumerals,” after all. Who the hell was the guy panning for gold on the cover? Who were these mysterious Mulu, people of the rainforest? What was a drug cathedral, and why an octohedron? (I had so much to learn.) Etc., etc. I’ve long since stopped caring much about lyrics, much less concept albums, but I was young and impressionable then, and every flip of the record seemed to offer another clue as to some strange, grownup world I couldn’t begin to decipher. The same went for the music, of course. For starters, there was the stylistic range: “Dissidents” and “White City” were recognizable as pop music, after a fashion, but what was “Screen Kiss”? It presented a kind of liquidity I don’t remember having recognized in music before that – first in the fretless bass, the synthesizers and the stacked harmonies, and even the chord changes, but mainly it was the way it trailed off into the scratchy patter of L.A. traffic reports, multi-tracked and run through delay. I’d never heard the “real world” breaking into pop music before, and certainly not spun into such a purely “ambient” sound. “Mulu the Rain Forest” was another weird one – again, an approximation of ambient, long before I’d discover it. And “I Scare Myself” totally threw me for a loop. What was a Latin lounge jazz song doing here, especially sandwiched between the humid “Mulu” and the jagged, chromed funk of “Hyperactive”? There was no doubting the continuity of the album, but the pieces felt at odds, as fractured as the cut-up sleeve imagery; the sequencing seemed erratic and the two sides of the LP felt out of balance with each other, and yet you couldn’t have put it together any other way. Just like venturing to the edge of the (flat) earth, flipping the record had a weirdly vertiginous quality to it. (I was, you may note, an unusually impressionable adolescent, at least where music was concerned.)
At the time I got this it took some time to grow on me. Was it the same with you or was it love at first sight?
A little of both. There was definitely something off-putting about the record at first, but I devoured it anyway. I’d go so far as to say that the parts that alienated me were precisely what sent me back into it. I wanted to figure it out. All this might sound a little silly now. Today, I can recognize that a lot of it is pretty overblown, beginning with the lyrics: “My writing/ is an iron fist/ in a glove full of Vaseline”? That’s… pretty awful. (Also, it may go some way towards explaining the purplish quality of my own youthful stabs at poesy.) But for all its excesses, it kept drawing me in. I still listen to the fade out from “Dissidents” into “The Flat Earth” and feel a thrill all over again, all those gangly licks and hard-edged FM tones giving way to hushed percussion and a yielding soundfield… It’s funny, too, to listen today to the title track and even hear the tiniest hint of disco and proto-house in the rolling conga rhythms, things I had absolutely no idea about then. Whatever its failures, this was the album that, more than any other up until that time, convinced me that records offered more than just a hook and a chorus, that they deserved to be puzzled through, analyzed, unpacked. That they offered up their own little worlds, worlds I would aspire to inhabit. Read the rest of this entry »
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