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ROCTOBER MAGAZINE, Winter 2007
Under appreciated genius is a bittersweet tragedy! I love hearing
these late/Beatles/inspired troubadours do their thing, and I wish
more of you got to hear them.
HIROSHIMA
YEAH!, Issue 33, November 2007
Long, balmy days spent dozing beneath oak trees, watching squirrels
chase each other through the tangle of the branches above, the lazy
burr of tractors caressing fields of waving grass, ice lollies melting
into sticky puddles on freshly-laid, bubbling tarmac… just
a FEW of my favourite things about summertime. Add to that list,
if you will, the annual singles from Dan Susnara and Micky Saunders
that have been enriching my life for several years now. However,
the nature of monthly zine publishing and the slow-coach way that
some of us STILL “work” in this wonderful internet/instant-access-to-everything-your-heart-could-possibly-desire
age unfortunately means that this CD is being reviewed HERE, in
the November issue of HY!, so you’ll just have to IMAGINE
that the sun is blazing through the window while you wank your lover
into a coma of bliss as BBC coverage of the Glastonbury festival
plays softly in the next room. “Contagious Clouds” IS
indeed contagious, but not like HIV. It’s CATCHY like the
catchy bounce of the rolling verse which gives way to the chorus
of expectant joy which has JUST enough weird shit going on beneath
the surface to ensure that the listener doesn’t mistake this
for a 100% “happy” song. Who the fuck’s EVER 100%
happy ANYWAY? Only the BRAINDEAD and, perhaps, the type of cunt
the next song, “Slippery Sam”, is about. It tells of
a slime-ball big business type (is there any OTHER kind?) who “grease(s)
the palms and open(s) doors for cash changing hands” and Dan
even lets rip with a sexy “LOOK OUT!” halfway through,
as if the spirit of James Brown has momentarily entered his body.
Third and final track, “Esirper”, is a short, sweet
and sedate journey through synth-land that brings to mind the sort
of bands that used to be on the ZTT label in the mid-1980s (not
Frankie, though. I’m thinking more Propaganda/Art Of Noise).
If this disc were a drink, it would be Magners cider in a pint glass
filled to the brim with tinkling ice cubes. Now THAT’S what
I call SUMMERY! |
