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This song ends the record in a pretty unsettling way. The title is an obvious reference to the "portable Avalon" of Perspex Island, the state of loving and being loved -- the song is bidding farewell to Perspex Island -- "there's nowhere else that I could go, that means that much to me."
The one-two punch of "If You Go Away" and "Earthly Paradise" serves to deflate the easy bliss that I had gotten built up by the narrative arc from "Oceanside" to "Ride". Leaves me totally uncertain about the attainability of Perspex Island.
"The bastards that destroy our lives are sometimes just ourselves."
posted evening of April 15th, 2007: Respond ➳ More posts about Music
The opening chords of this song strike fear into my heart. After the lush warmth of "Ride", the icy, alienating intro is shocking; and it lasts long enough for me to start developing paranoid fantasies about what's going on behind the music. When Hitchcock starts singing he sounds decades older than on any other song on the record.
The lyrics to this one throw me a bit. I can't really relate "It's corporation time" which seems really central to the meaning of the song, to the rest of it, so I'm left wondering about it. The modulation at the end of the song is very pretty, and "I don't believe in anything, at all" continues the string of mind-blowingly lovely choruses.
Ride! This song, along with "Oceanside" and "Birds in Perspex", forms the spiritual core of the record -- movement across a warm, beautiful landscape, by turns inviting, undemanding, threatening. Movement towards elusive love. Movement in the instant, with stasis immediately behind you and before you.
"By the end of which a billion creatures yet unborn will/ Die..." is almost the archetypal Robyn Hitchcock lyric -- the long, incantatory run of short syllables, the pause, the long-held syllable. That really rocks my boat.
The chorus of this song is one of the most beautiful lyrics on the record. Like several other love-related lyrics on the record, it looks a bit trite written down but in the context of the song, really powerful.
Here is a live performance of Ride at The Bottom Line (NYC), on Hallowe'en of 2003.
This song does "bitter" pretty well, not as well as "Positively 4th Street". It is a stepping back from the manic energy in "Child of the Universe". Not really that much to say about it except that I think the arrangement of the background vocals is really stunningly good. I'm getting a pattern here of a high-energy, high-content song followed by an easier, less meaningful one. And the song which this one leads into is going to be one of the real highlights of the record.
Here is a live performance of "She Doesn't Exist" at The Bottom Line (NYC) on Hallowe'en of 2003.
Sounds like a carnival at the beginning. Hitchcock comes in strong, he's close to screaming on the first verse -- "Everybody misses you but/ Nobody shoots..." -- I'm loving the way he pronounces "shoots". 2nd verse: "You're descended from someone but/ It sure ain't the apes..." an excellent line it must be said. This song is a party.
This song speaks to me perhaps least of the songs on this record. I haven't been able to make much of a connection with the lyrics -- that said it is a sweet listen and serves a distinct purpose in separating the grim beauty of "Vegetation and Dimes" from the demonic wackiness of "Child of the Universe". Let's spin it.
A melancholy song. Hitchcock's voice is working its magic in an especially plaintive manner. There's much in common musically with the rest of the record, and a very nice beat; but not a lot to make this song stand out on its own. Not until the end anyway, where the chorus of wailing voices catches my attention.
Here is a live performance of Lysander, at Maxwell's (Hoboken, NJ) on March 26, 2005.
The chorus of "Ultra Unbelievable Love" fades out and is replaced by a steady, hypnotic rhythm. When Robyn's voice comes in it sounds like the locomotive whistle above the beat of the rails. Let's jump off the train... This song might feature the most compelling vocal work on the record. The lines starting with "What are we waiting for" are rivetting, with Robyn practically screaming -- outrage? fear? "In the city of Lies,/ Real life is a -- crime..." Check out that pause before "crime" and then the change in register -- this is one of the things I find utterly attractive about Hitchcock's singing, the tiny, unpredictable syncopations before the long notes. (This is some of what I was trying to get at the other day.)
This song starts out with a hard down beat and a rocking groove -- it pulls you out of the reverie of "Birds in Perspex" and gets you dancing fast. This is the third song in a row about love, here love is a form of prayer. This and "So You Think You're in Love" are probably the danciest and shortest tracks on the record -- they set the stage for some heavy contemplative music in "Birds in Perspex" and "Vegetation and Dimes". Again, tension between movement and stasis.
(Robyn says the song is "about ultra unbelievable love. And the quest for it. That's all.")
And we come to the song that first made me want to get this record. It is so beautiful, my heart just stops. Love is clearly going to be a major concern of the record. The poetry contained in the first verse -- "Well I take off my clothes with you/ But I'm not naked underneath/ I was born with trousers on/ Just about like everyone" -- grips me so tightly, I haven't been able to get past that much to the rest of the song as more than an auditory experience -- although I hear a lot of snatches of lyric that sound like they could be really meaningful. As an auditory experience this song is fantastic. Listen to the vocal arrangements, Hitchcock and the backups singing to each other and with each other. Listen to the mind bending instrumental midway through.
The image Hitchcock had in mind, according to this interview*, was of birds contained in clear plastic paper-weights like the ones "they sell at seasides with crabs and shells in them" -- the birds are "a frozen moment waiting to happen". I haven't gotten my head around this song enough yet to see that -- I'm focussed on the psychological stuff still; but that "frozen moment" feeling was part of my response to "Oceanside". So: tension on the record between movement and stasis. How does love fit into that dynamic?
*Another great line from the interview, "Perspex Island is a sort of portable Avalon."
Well the nub of what I'm wanting to know about Hitchcock, is how come I lost interest in his music for a long time? This song is important in that investigation, though I had never heard it until I bought this record. Here's why -- when I was talking with Jeremy the other day, he said this was the song that had turned him off from Robyn Hitchcock; and when he was saying that I was thinking about "If You Were a Priest" from Element of Light, and "Flesh Number One (Beatle Dennis)" from Globe of Frogs, and that they had played the same role for me -- I don't know how to identify that role beyond calling the songs "pop" and "not cryptic".
When Oceanside closes it recapitulates its opening, the growing chorus of voices cut off with a strong beat, which this time around just reverberates and fades away* -- when it reaches silence you get the first beat of "So You Think You're In Love". A striking characteristic of this record is the choreography of transitions from one song to the next -- I can only describe it as "elegant".
So -- pop, yes. Not cryptic, at least not in the in-your-face way that his first records are -- although listening if you listen to the lyrics in the verses you will find plenty to be puzzled about. It's a silent majority, the crime of the century. Are you sure that it's wise, no you probably ain't.
The song is short and sweet, from my current location I can find nothing in it to dislike, and much to appreciate. It's hard for me to see how songs like it would have been the cause of my losing interest in Hitchcock.
