The times I played the album for friends were complete disasters – their reactions would be along the quite brilliantly satirical lines of “Tripe Mask Replica, more like!” or the even funnier “Bee Fart!”. There was only one other person I knew who liked it, and I didn’t much like him, so peer pressure didn’t play a part. Liked it so much I payed a yuge amount of my precious cash for an import copy, in which I immersed myself (decades before immersion became a thing). I instinctively liked TMR the first time a friend played it for me. There’s just so little percentage in pretending to like something when your liking affects nobody but yourself.
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Viv Stanshall drew himself up to his full height, which made him about a foot taller, patted him on the head and said in best fruity Viv tones, “You’re a fine little fellow, aren’t you?” Collapse of stout soul band….
One of our singers, supposed to be either Sam or Dave, I forget which, but the short bumptious one anyway, was being a dick as usual. We were on at the same time as the Bonzos on another stage, so we missed them, but we shared a dressing room with them. I’d forgotten about Cliff Bennett & the Rebel Rousers. Not conclusive, I realise, but the best I can do. – Hertford Balls, Oxford with Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band, Swinging Blue Jeans, Cliff Bennett & The Rebel Rousers and Hamilton & The Movement (Cherwell) Failing that, the only evidence I can offer an envious cynic like yourself is the following, from If you would care to join me at my container in a field in Cornwall I can probably dig out the programme. It amazes me the sort of half-arsed tedious crap that gets elevated to the pantheon just because some pseudy narcissistic hanger-on in (god help us) leather trousers said it was good in 1974, and yet we’re still having to fight the ABBA wars. World-weary, full of a regret and an ennui and a level of authentic detail that’s turned into something entirely other by the title line. The Day Before You Came is about 400% superior to anything most native English-speaking bands have ever turned out. And a hook based on something really musically surprising, for those with ears to hear.Īnd sometimes their lyrics are better than good too. Literally: you can ffwd to any point in that song and press play and there’ll be a hook. And yet despite its musical ambition, there’s a world-beating hook about once every 20 seconds that any musician would give their right arm to have written. It’s melodically and harmonically really *weird*, for a start. is an incredible achievement, just by way of example. Real harmonic sophistication, which is rare in pop. They’re responsible for some of the best popular music ever recorded: rich, sophisticated, surprising, beautifully – immaculately – produced and very rarely the sort of I-IV-V stuff that so many revered rock types trade in. If the songs are good, it doesn’t matter – and in this case they’re better than good. For a start, they’re never less than perfectly fine – especially considering they’re singing in a foreign language – and if you can listen to the Beatles’ or the Stones’ words without wincing, there’s no reason you shouldn’t be able to do so with ABBA. Lodey, I couldn’t disagree more about ABBA’s lyrics. There’s a lot of daft shit I probably haven’t grown out of, but that’s one thing that I have.
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