Rating: 5/5
Review:
Genius at work
There's perhaps little point in reviewing this album now –
I'm twelve years late, after all – but I've been listening to it a lot recently
and thought it worth saying what a superb piece of work it is.
The Gilmore is a superb songwriter and performer; it remains
a mystery to me that she is still relatively little known. The material here is absolutely top class, I
think. Gilmore's lyrics are intelligent,
allusive and incredibly evocative, and she's musically magnificent. Songs like Have You Heard or Razor Valentine
have the same extraordinary quality you find in Leonard Cohen's best work and
she can write a beautiful ballad in God Knows or a singable hit in Juliet. She also comes up with songs which are
uniquely brilliant and which I don't think could have been written by anyone
else.
I once read this about the great physicist Richard Feynmann,
written by another distinguished physicist: “With the work of most great
physicists you think that if only I was ten times cleverer and worked solidly
for years and years I might have come up with that. And then there are the magicians – and you
know that however much cleverer you were and however long you worked at it, you
could never manage what they
did. Feynmann was a magician.” Sometimes Thea Gilmore is a magician in the
same way, as in the title track here, which is utterly original and quite
spellbinding in its imagery, its music and its arrangement. Take this:
"There's a rumour
Dirty as a chimneystack
Quiet as roadkill
On the northbound carriageway"
Dirty as a chimneystack
Quiet as roadkill
On the northbound carriageway"
Stunning. And then
the meat of the message:
"Well, they sold you back your outrage
In a neat little shrink wrap and a beautiful face
In a neat little shrink wrap and a beautiful face
And you think you've found your purpose
Well, they've been trailing the breadcrumbs
Of a water-tight case
So you're shouting, you're shouting softly
So no one can hear you and get the wrong idea"
Well, they've been trailing the breadcrumbs
Of a water-tight case
So you're shouting, you're shouting softly
So no one can hear you and get the wrong idea"
I don't know of any song anywhere which better excoriates
the way in which youthful rebellion is packaged, sanitised and marketed. There is genius at work here – and I don't
use the word lightly.
I won't go on any further.
This is a masterpiece – which you'll already know if you know Thea
Gilmore's work. If you don't, then don't
hesitate. You won't regret buying this.
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