Susan Matthews - Splinters

Here is a video for a Susan Matthews track which is pleasing me at the moment :

DIY > 40

DIY causes backache, sore limbs, dust in eyes, cuts, bruises. Well it does once you get to your 40s. It seems that once the 30s are left behind, then your body really isn't designed to do much more than eat, sleep and suck boiled sweets (which I suddenly realised that I had started to do again). You appreciate a bit of warmth in the winter to avoid cramps, and a bit of cool in the summer to avoid heatstroke.
Policemen really do look far too young. You start to become grumpy about silly things; such as youngsters. You realise that you left University over half a lifetime ago. You fall asleep on the sofa again before "Later With Jules Holland" started.

Ignoring my grumps, I am glad that we seem to be getting an Autumn this year. I've always liked Spring and Autumn, and just lately, they both seem to be shrinking as we bounce straight from Winter to Summer and back again.

Washing Machine Repair Boolbar

Today I fixed our washing machine. With a little bit of internet searching, an eBay purchase of under £5 (inc. postage) and some cursing using a bent nail, I successfully got that drum rolling again. I never knew that playing with my model trains all those years ago would come in handy for diagnosing electric motors in laundry appliances.

Julian Cope - Black Sheep

Julian Cope - Black Sheep

Disc 1 : Return Of The Native

1 Come The Revolution
2 It's Too Late To Turn Back Now
3 These Things I Know
4 Psychedelic Odin
5 Blood Sacrifice
6 The Shipwreck Of St. Paul

Disc 2 : Return Of The Alternative

1 All The Blowing-Themselves-Up Motherfuckers (Will Realise The Minute They Die That They Were Suckers)
2 Feed My Rock 'n' Roll
3 Dhimmi Is Blue
4 The Black Sheep's Song
5 I Can Remember This Song

When I saw Cope perform live in 2000 he was on top form, presenting both his ideas and music in an entertaining style. Easily one of my top gigs ever. However Cope's recent offerings have not been very friendly. For someone who really wants to get his message across and educate the masses (back in 2000 he was aping Blair's "Education Education Education" soundbite), presenting it dosed in dense heavy rock and using lo-fi recordings of a rather ugly vocal style was hardly going to win any new converts.

However closer examination of 2005's Citizen Cain'd and follow up album Heavy Orgasm showed that Cope's ability to craft a pop hook was still intact, albeit hard to spot amidst the swirling mass of noise. Last year's You Gotta Problem With Me showed a move towards more accessible material and now we have Black Sheep, an album bursting with pop hooks, folky chants and generally less scary music. It sounds a bit like a stripped down 20 Mothers, with nods to Peggy Suicide and Fried thrown in. The gloom and anger of previous albums has been replaced with an almost joyous uplifting energy, Cope is back to entertaining and educating at the same time.

Like its predecessors the album is well packaged with a booklet stuffed with Cope's writing and poems with several photos of the leather clad Cope and co. looking like some 80s heavy metal band on holiday. The album is again split over 2 disks (just over half an hour each), just to give you that "get up to change the record over" feeling of yesteryear and a pee break. Or is Cope trying to give us all more exercise ?

It starts rather densely, perhaps showing a link back to the prior albums, and the ugly straining vocals are still in place. However under the rather sombre sound Come The Revolution is similar to 1990s Cope and slowly builds into a chanting singalong. A good start if somewhat average-Copewise. It's Too Late To Turn Back Now rocks a tad more, still with an over excited vocal style and still offering rather middling Cope excitement. Thing pick up with the next tracks. After a fake synth-pop start These Things I Know becomes a more folky sing-along similar to the excellent Woden from You Gotta Problem With Me and Psychedelic Odin is a great 5 minute song albeit with a 2 minute spoken coda with a damp squib of an ending. The first 5 minutes are still one of the highlights of the album however. Blood Sacrifice is one of those odd songs that Cope does so well, and The Shipwreck Of St. Paul sounds like Cope did his vocals while out on one of his travels, but the low-fi slightly distorted vocal suits the mood perfectly.

So far so good.

The second disk gets off to a cracking start. All The Blowing-Themselves-Up Motherfuckers (Will Realise The Minute They Die That They Were Suckers) with its long baiting title is basically a great little pop song. OK, it is a Cope pop song and won't ever see any radio play, but it is darn catchy, even if that chorus is hard to get your gob around. Feed My Rock 'n' Roll starts off like a Misty's Big Adventure song before slowly cranking up the energy into ear-splitting territory. It's both hypnotic and fantastic! Dhimmi Is Blue is a slow number of remarkably simple construction, sounding like it escaped from Fried. Despite its 8 minute length it is rather gripping, almost moving in parts, and proves that Cope's material doesn't need layers of noise to work. The Black Sheep's Song is another odd song and rather charming, although it had to work hard to appeal to me over many listens. Things are finally wrapped up with the mellotron drenched I Can Remember This Song, sounding a bit like it escaped from the final section of 20 Mothers.

I have to admit it does take a few listens to get into this material, but it is a damn good Cope album, and currently my most played even with the CD juggling that entails.

Buy it now from Head Heritage.

If you haven't heard Julian Cope before then buy Peggy Suicide.