105 posts tagged “90s music monday”
I struggled getting started writing this week's 90MM because I don't actually have the vocabulary to describe The KLF.
I started off trying to write something comparing them to that scene in [insert name of practically any teen movie here] in which the cool kids are pretending to agree with the uncool kid but actually they're just taking the piss out of them - but that didn't quite work.
Then, worrying that I was revealing a bit too much of my not-so-secret enjoyment of trashy teen movies, I thought about Marcel Duchamps and his dubbing of a urinal 'art' and what it meant when one of the leading lights of art starts, if not rejecting the concepts but at least examining the more self-evident absurdities.
Then I started off on a tract about style-vs-fashion and how some people are able to make whatever they do look good no matter what.
What it comes down to though is that Bill Drummond and Jimmy Cauty in their incarnations as The KLF, The Kopyright Liberation Front/Kings of the Low Frequencies, The Jams, the Justified Ancients of Mummu, The Timelords, The K Foundation, One World Orchestra, 2K etc etc managed to simultaneously mock the whole music and art industry whilst also changing the entire face of the industry and putting out storming, anthemic tracks like this
and this
They practically invented the modern bootleg with "Whitney Joins The JAMs" whcih mashed "Mission: Impossible" samples with Whitney Houstons "I wanna dance with somebody". Then, as The Timelords they deliberately wrote a nauseatingly catchy "lowest common denominator, something that Timmy Mallet would understand" song which took samples from Doctor Who and crashed them into Garry Glitter's "Rock and Roll (Part 2)" and The Sweet's "Blockbuster!" with the explicit intention of getting a number 1 single. Which they did with "Doctorin The Tardis". Then they wrote a book called "The Manual (How to have a number 1 the easy way)" which told you how they did it and gave the guarantee that if you followed the book to the letter and didn't get a number 1 they'd refund the cost of the book.
They 'retired' in the most spectacular form possible - at the 1992 Brit Awards they performed a live "violently antagonistic performance" of "3 A.M Eternal" in front of "a stunned music-business audience" with crust punk group Etreme Noise Terror. Prevented from throwing buckets of Sheep entrails over the audience a bekilted Bill Drummond theatrically limped on stage and fired blanks from a machine gun into the air
After which they burnt their last million pounds on the Isle of Jura and filmed it.
Every time someone tries to tell you that Green Day or Limp Bizkit or Sum 41 or god-forbid Avril Lavigne are punk I want you to think of this. I'm not saying that their music is bad necessarily I'm just saying that if some one tries to straight faced tell you that those or similar artists are "punk" then I want you to cock slap them. I want you to physically either punch them in the penile or vaginal area and/or lay about their face with your penis or other similarly degrading appendage - work with what both you and they have people. Get creative. Make sure they REALLY TRULY understand.
Because it's important.
Except when it's not.
House music has always veered between having a sense of humour about itself and being thoroughly up its own arse. Tracks have trodden the very thin line between novelty, kitsch and playfulness - witness the differences between The Prodigy's "Charlie" (which, even at 180bpm, sounds twice as slow now as it did in my head at the time), Urban Hype's "Trip To Trumpton" and plummeting to new depths with Doctor Spin's "Tetris".
Set against this backdrop was N-Trance who are an odd datum on the arc of early to mid nineties techno. Their first demo was an (unreleased?) rave version of the theme tune to kids' tv program "Roobarb and Custard" but in '92 they put out "Set You Free" - a genuine, euphoric, hands in air rave anthem.
and then the slightly less goofy (but only just) with their take on Rod Stewart's "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?"
But more on that next week ...
Apparently #musicmonday is a trending topic on the Twitters - bunch of bloody Johnny Come Latelys. Some of us have been here every Monday morning (for various definitions of 'every', 'monday' and 'morning'), mining the rich vein of at-least-a-decade-old music for nuggets and gems to present you with. Although I'll concede that it may be closer to a family cat, possibly elderly and constantly smelling faintly of urine, 'presenting' you with a the mutilated carcass of a songbird than to a lover presenting you with a platter of the finest silks, gems and perfumes purchasable.
Either way - I forge on, secure in the knowledge that I'll be here long after those young whipper snappers have got tired and moved on to new things.
Anyway - my American friends will be blissfully unaware that for British soap operas are completely unlike their Yankee brethren. For a start there are no impossibly glamorous people or complicated plots involving hitherto unknown twin siblings, murders and lengthy comas. Or vampires. No British soaps, such as "East Enders" are mostly populated by grim, ugly people living grim, ugly lives in grim, ugly surroundings. See this comparison for example:
Anyway, when we want to import a little glamour we instead turned to two Australian soaps - "Neighbours" (24 years old this year) and "Home and Away" (22 years old this year). I mean, when I say glamour it's still no "Stairwells of Time" they're are still set in mundane locations - a Melbourne suburb and small, coastal town near Sydney respectively - after all, and the people them selves are pretty ordinary.
But they boast a startlingly accomplished and wide spread alumni amongst the cast. Probably the most famous, is of course, Ms Kylie Minogue, now so famous that her surname has withered and dropped off with disuse, like an unused appendix. Kylie played tomboyish greasemonkey Charlene Ramsey in Neighbours
Which is, to say, you probably didn't realise it but there are Australians everywhere. Do you really know your friends and neighbours? Do they ever casually "chuck" a "shrimp" on the "barbie"? Do you ever see them with faint traces on zinc on their noses? These and more may be an indication that you have an Australian infestation. You have been warned.
Anyway - so on to the main point of this increasingly rambling and incoherent post. 90s music. And Australians. Who were in soap operas.
Oh, look it's adorable elfin faced pixie Natalie Imbrugliagaliagala looking all quirky and alternative
Christ, bet you'd never thought you'd find a musical blog which mentioned Natalie Imbruglalalaiglia and Wolfsheim in the same post.
Anyway, somewhat little known fact - Ms Imbruglaglaglala didn't write (and by 'write' I mean, 'was given the song by one of the 5 pop composer supremos who secretely write about 90% of stuff that's in the charts these days') "Torn" it was originally a 1991 track by a Swedish band called Ednaswap
which was then covered by Danish singer Lis Sørensen as "Burnt" in 1993 (in Danish - listen to it, it will mildly freak you out)
Of course the best version ever done was Johann Lippowitz's mime version
Placebo are one of those bands that I always feel oddly guilty about enjoying which is odd because "Nancy Boy" is damn fine blistering 3 minute pop song which lovely crunchy guitars and a thumping bass line. I mean the video's a little bit "Art school student gets his 'alternative' friends together and then gets a bit enthusiastic with the Inferno effects plugins" but I never seem to get tired of listening to the song itself
As a bonus track - not strictly 90s but I really like the Placebo cover of Kate Bush's "Running Up That Hill" which Q magazine memorably described as "sound[ing] more like a 'pact with the Devil' than the original 'deal with God'"
even if the video is like a better dressed emo version of Feeder's "Just A Day" (which for some reason I can't help watching every time it comes on)
Hmm - no nerdy music factoids so far. Errm. Ok - the reason why drummer Steve Hewitt is blurred out in the Nancy Boy video is because he was still contractually obliged to a band on another label at the time.
It turns out that Sedona in Phoenix is so unspeakably cinematic - with its soaring orange mesas and artistically arranged cacti silhouetted against the blazing sunset - that your brain can't actually deal with it and you just start thinking that it looks like a really bad special effects cliché and discounting it as being fake.
It's kind of weird.
Anyway, that's got absolutely nothing to do with this weeks 90MM which I've plucked randomly from my scratch pad of potential candidates based purely on the fact that it's gone 2pm already and I hadn't noticed.
Inspiring, huh?
Anyway, so "All I Wanna Do" by Sheryl Crow.
Looking round to find the reasons the general consensus, including the commentary on Wikipedia, calls this inexplicable but, having watched both this 'original' and the more common one (which you can find here for comparison) I think I have an answer - the edited version is better and the guy who plays Billy comes across as an insufferable douche who I'd really like to give a good shoeing to.
Anyway, with that particular issue settled we can get onto even more obscurity like, for example, the fact that the song is actually a pretty much word for word recital of the poem "Fun" by Wyn Cooper (who is credited as a co-writer and made, apparently, a metric fuck-tonne of money from the royalties)
“All I want is to have a little fun
Before I die,” says the man next to me
Out of nowhere, apropos of nothing. He says
His name’s William but I’m sure he’s Bill
Or Billy, Mac or Buddy; he’s plain ugly to me,
And I wonder if he’s ever had fun in his life.
We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday,
In a bar that faces a giant car wash.
The good people of the world are washing their cars
On their lunch hours, hosing and scrubbing
As best they can in skirts and suits.
They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks
Back to the phone company, the record store,
The genetic engineering lab, but not a single one
Appears to be having fun like Billy and me.
I like a good beer buzz early in the day,
And Billy likes to peel the labels
From his bottles of Bud and shred them on the bar.
Then he lights every match in an oversized pack,
Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers
Before blowing and cursing them out.
A happy couple enters the bar, dangerously close
To one another, like this is a motel,
But they clean up their act when we give them
A look. One quick beer and they’re out,
Down the road and in the next state
For all I care, smiling like idiots.
We cover sports and politics and once,
When Billy burns his thumb and lets out a yelp,
The bartender looks up from his want-ads.
Otherwise the bar is ours, and the day and the night
And the car wash too, the matches and Buds
And the clean and dirty cars, the sun and the moon
And every motel on this highway. It’s ours you hear?
And we’ve got plans, so relax and let us in—
All we want is to have a little fun.
... and lets face it, who doesn't like a good beer buzz early in the morning?
Have you seen "24 Hour Party People"? You should, it's pretty good. It's about the rise and fall of the legendary Hacienda club in Manchester and the entwined Factory Records which was home to acts like Joy Division, New Order, The Happy Mondays and Cabaret Voltaire amongst others.
Anyway, the reason why I'm proselytizing the film is that it's not a bad introduction to the Madchester/Baggy scene that sprung up in Manchester at the start of the nineties - a weird and heady blend of rave, indie rock, psychedelia and hip hop.
The movement, as well as bringing the phrase "You're twisting my melon, man" into common parlance, provided a second coming from a relatively obscure band called James. James had previously had two minor hits around '89 with "Sit Down" and the more stereotypically Baggy "Come Home" which had both done well in the indie charts but got more mainstream recognition when they released "Gold Mother" around the same time as musical press attention turned north.
Singles "How Was It For You" and re-released "Come Home" and "Sit Down" did well (the latter was only kept off the top spot by Chesney Hawkes) but the eponymous single from the album "Laid", released in 1993, was the one that 'broke' in the US.
Released as three different versions of the same video (of which I can only find two)
"This bed is on fire with passionate love, the neighbours complain about the noises above, but she only comes when she's on top"
meaning that, although it 'only' got to number 23 in the UK charts and peaked on the US Billboard charts at #61 its cult status on college radio stations drove it to #3 on the Billboard Modern Rock charts and was later used in the American Pie films.
The album itself is fairly interesting. Recorded as a series of session with Brian Eno it actually produced enough tracks for two albums - "Laid" being the "song album" and "Wah Wah" being the more experimental release.
You note, of course, that I use the term "interesting" in a way that means "if you're a huge music nerd like me"
Well, fuck me rigid - this is the 100th 90s Music Monday. Who knew I had that kind of staying power - if you'd asked me 2 years ago I would have laid good odds that ADD would have got the better of me long before now.
Either way - shouldn't I have my book deal by now?
Anyway, since I've been on a "Remixes of Female Solo Songs" kick (see previously, previously and even previously) I figured I'd go with the Daddy of them all
which is very, very different from the if anything, even more explicit, harpsicord driven original (how many times in your life do you get to write that particular sentence)
No video was made for the original version of the song but an official clip was made for the Star Trunk Funkin' mix using segments from other Tori Amos videos. It is, according to Wikipedia, the only Tori Amos video from between 91 and 98 not to appear on the "Tori Amos: Complete videos 91 - 98" VHS - a video with a title that really needs little explaining.
I honestly thought I was going to have more to write about this track - although, when I went back and looked at some of my earlier, more ... terse 90mm entries even a couple of paragraphs comes across as a nigh Homerian epic.
Continuing the theme of "Obscure singles by women later remixed by semi-anonymous producers to become huge house hits" let's go with [flicks idly through big book of OSBWLRBSP] ... ooh, "Tom's Diner" by Suzanne Vega.
to avoid a lawsuit, D.N.A. was forced to sign away all rights to their creation for less than $8,000. ''D.N.A. got a terrible deal,'' says entertainment lawyer Ken Anderson. ''But they're not in the best position to complain.'' Vega's manager, Ron Fierstein, comments: ''Yes, we made a good deal.But these guys were guilty of criminal copyright infringement.''
"I was ready to fine-tune my compression algorithm...somewhere down the corridor, a radio was playing "Tom's Diner". I was electrified. I knew it would be nearly impossible to compress this warm a cappella voice."
While it is an exaggeration to say that the MP3 compression format is specifically tuned to play the song "Tom's Diner" (an assortment of critically analyzed material was involved in the design of the codec over many years), among some audio engineers this anecdote has earned Vega the informal title "The Mother of the MP3".
So, after 3 months away I'm back with a head buzzing with ye olde 90s music - when file sharing meant a virgin stack of C90s, the highest compliment was getting a hand lettered and intricately decorated track listing replete with multiple inside jokes and the primo super-sekrit FTP server looked unerringly like your friend's hot and musically adventurous older sister who almost certainly completely moulded your budding adolescent sexuality and is the reason why you now go and see every Zooey Deschanel film the day it comes out.
"Claiming this track merely "features" the xx is a bit disingenuous on the group's part. The only elements that survive from Florence's hyper-dramatic version of the song are Florence Welch's vocals and the song's harp."
Fine, I'll stick with Brit Pop if that's what you really want. What's that you say? You couldn't give two shits either way? Well, fine. I'll do it just to spite you instead then.
