The comedian Stewart Lee is a comedian that I like the comedy of TIMING IN COMEDY IS ESSENTIAL and I think that his comedy is an interesting mix of structure and timing and bitterness but he absolutely does not tell jokes TIMING. He will repeat pieces of information and mock the implied cultural logic of other comedians and will repeat pieces of information and mock the implied cultural logic of other comedians will repeat pieces of information and mock the implied cultural logic of other comedians but do you see how when I did it (TIMING!) then it was really boring and you got annoyed? He does it and 95% of people will still get bored but the other 5% will laugh. All of that 5% are in the house tonight and repetition is another thing his comedy uses.
As a quasi-Marxist who will probably look like the collapsed remnant of several pop stars of my era I will not mention that Stewart Lee looks like Gene Vincent on crisps that is ardently political as well. Stewart Lee is subtly arguing a leftist point of view and I fully expect or even demand given a certain level of beer that his next show be called STEWART LEE'S COLLECTIVISED FARMING CO-OPERATIVE or STEWART LEE'S FIVE YEAR PLAN or perhaps even STEWART LEE WILL DEFEND THE MOTHERLAND WITH RECOURSE TO DIDACTIC AND EXPLOSIVE CINEMATIC TECHNIQUES THAT ACTUALLY MOST REGULAR CITIZENS WILL FAIL TO UNDERSTAND. The last would work best because it is truer. Reptition! Timing!
What does he hate? He says: other comedians named Russell, the dilapidation and homegeneity of the UK high street, Twitter, you, some people who insult him on the internet, the audience he has accrued in the wake of being a more famous comedian of comedy in the last 10 years where his comedic comedy-style comic parody with words as well has been on the television. In reality and according to the fundamental(ist???????) logic of the comedy stylings of the comedian Stewart Lee he does not hate anyone, even the business man in his suit and tie (a reference bordering on oblique very much in keeping with the Stewart Lee phenomenon sweeping up and down UK pubs and clubs) because he wants society to be made of carpet remnants. Hence his show title: CARPET REMNANT WORLD. Timing?
Where are the jokes asks the 95%? Stewart Lee he no Bernard Manning of the racism. Bernard was timing in human form. Stewart eats up time like a hungry clock. Bernard would say 'jokes up your mother-in-law's bum'. Stewart would say 'no jokes'. Jokes are beneath him and beyond him. He cannot tell a joke to save his life. His body, sick from operations, will not allow him to tell a joke. That is why his crowd and I love him. He loves people and loves comedy by hating people and telling no jokes with timing. Timing. Timing. And repetition. And structure. And cadence. And repetition. And hate. And timing. And love. And love. And love. And love. And love. And a man with a mind made out of those hole reinforcers you can buy for ring-binding. And repetition.
#724 Take That, 'Never Forget' 1995
The further we are away from this song, we realise that it was much less universal and more straight autobiography. 'We're still so young but we hope for more.' They would all go on to new projects: solo careers, DJing, acting in Channel 4's 'Killer Net'. 'We're not invincible', they also sing, Robbie Williams' foot half out of the door. 'Safe from the arms of disappointment for so long'. All the members would come to understand this cruel mistress in the coming decades before their reunion.
This, the penultimate #1 of Take That Mk 1, contains a chorus that is instant, uplifting, and fairly undeniable. However, around the edges it is a little rougher than memory allows for. The lyrics are mostly hubristic, anticipating a simple step between various aspects of gargantuan fame as if it were merely a matter of self-belief. Pomp-rock musical-theatre maestro Jim Steinman mans production: presumably being responsible for the alarmingly chintzy child choir intro and outro, as well as a general tenor only raised a couple of notches above 'muzak'. (5) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yoO_1FFr56k&ob
#397 Showaddywaddy, 'Under The Moon Of Love' 1976
Every April, my mother's workplace sit down and decide where they would like to spend their Xmas dinner together. In April. You did read that correctly. They used to favour the former home of the Salford City Reds rugby club (The Willows) for their dinner + star combos. Sometimes it would be an Elvis act. Sometimes it was EDWIN FUCKING STARR (!). Often it was Showaddywaddy. A high-energy and melodic septet with catchy songs, their multi-coloured outfits, jokes + music shtick continues to delight audiences even in 2012, long after The Willows was condemned to rubble.
Sadly, and crucially, they were not very good at all. At a molecular level, this song mixes soul, doo-wop, and even a feint hint of rockabilly, but with such saccharine and mono-level abandon that it sounds like a stuck record after a mere 8 bars. Second listenings, though preferable for this project, were simply not possible. (3) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N01Ki81lGew
#541 Jim Diamond, 'I Should Have Known Better' 1984
The first song that I had no prior knowledge of before this countdown. Though this is a sentiment ("I am hurt from this ill-fated relationship and possibly I am at fault") and a series of chords that we have all heard before, nothing about this song screams 'I AM A NUMBER ONE SINGLE FROM THE MID 1980s'. It is relatively understated and produced against the fads of the day. Diamond's vocals propel the song through the emotional waters, the song serene but for an occasional fretless bass flutter. Not bad. (5) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Af3G2cfYayY
#6 Guy Mitchell, 'She Wears Red Feathers' 1953
We're still pre-Elvis and rock'n'roll and Bill Haley and we're in post-war austerity, just about. A flash of underwear above the waistline can still shame a gentleman to his social disgrace. Here, Mitchell sings a quaint ditty about funny old colonialism where a London banker seduces an island girl who wears the eponymous red feathers and a 'hooly-hooly' skirt. It's pretty lame, though it manages to raise a smile by dint of its oldness and naive outlook. If you watch a lot of old films, you will have heard this a million times: I had never heard it before this project, yet it feels predictable, all camp entendres and censor-baiting eyebrows. (4) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zqzvc7iyDg
#381 Billy Connolly, 'D.I.V.O.R.C.E.' 1975
The famous comedian parodies Tammy Wynette. This is just average Jongleur's opening act material. Is this the first comedy routine to get to #1? (3) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SzZzGxReXmo
#1068 Duffy, 'Mercy' 2008
Remember what I said about Olly Murs and The Mark Ronson Effect wherein 'soul music revival' is just shorthand for 'having classic values'? I didn't use those exact words but that is more or less what I meant. Anyway, this song is a bit like that. Duffy has a pleasant enough voice but the masochistic edge to the lyric sours things a little. (3) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7ZEVA5dy-Y&ob
#9 Frankie Laine, 'I Believe' 1953.
A smoochy, weepy, schmaltzy number from an era that had not yet had sex beyond the missionary position and were still only getting dial-up at 48 baud. The shadow of God looms large over this song ("I believe that someone in the great somewhere hears every word") - effectively a pop idiom version of Cecil F. Alexander's 'All Things Bright & Beautiful'. It is brief, making its point before disappearing. If only it were the only time it would appear on the chart... (4) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FDMYMbj8_4A
#504 Captain Sensible, 'Happy Talk' 1982
A cover version of a song from South Pacific by a member of The Damned that didn't even sing not only doesn't sound like #1 material: it doesn't even sound terribly appealing. It would be tempting to call this song 'ironic' and 'subversive', given that Sensible was a figurehead of 'punk', in all of its perceived nihilism and depravity and that the song remains a solid place within the established canon of 'old people'.
In reality, Sensible was quite given to mass appeal and music that reached beyond the parameters of the punk sandbox, into colourful material with a wider purview: being the resident musician on ITV kids' show Top Banana and re-recording the Big Break theme tune. Backing group Dolly Mixture keep the melody strict whilst Sensible's bare-bones drum-machine and untrained vocals lend a song damaged by the seachange in youth freedom a playful, heartfelt edge. (6) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jF2ImyQjzyc
#348 ABBA, 'Waterloo' 1974
Is this the greatest entrance to the public consciousness in the history of all music? Nobody really knows what the first instance of knowing about The Beatles or The Stones was; they were written about and they were heard of by hipsters here and there and then a year later everybody knew both bands. Abba's insertion into mass-mind is definite, placeable, quantifiable. It is Brighton, 1974. The event is Eurovision. Agnetha and Anna-Frid stride forward with the ease of two girls approaching an Ibiza bar in an evening. "My my! At Waterloo Napoleon did surrender!", they sing, with easy confidence in the direction of the metaphor. The blonde one is in a sapphire-blue satin pant-suit with silver space boots. The curly brown-haired one has stolen all of the beads from the pensioners at the sea-front. They sing in unison rather than harmony, doubling the power behind the melody.
Up to this point Eurovision had been part of a British self-belief building programme that confirmed one third of a holy trifecta of national superiority: those Europeans can't do food, humour, or music like we Brits. But our stand-up comedians were inveterate racists, our food was spiceless and bland, and now our music was being shown up for the joyless plodfest it had become - and in our own backyard! Is it any coincidence that we would enter the European Economic Council that very year? For this to work, you have to assume that Sweden were also in it as well, which they were not.
The songwriting is peerless here. Has any band before or since announced themselves so strongly as being richly talented in all the marketable departments whilst seeming so natural and lovable into the bargain? I think not. 'Waterloo' is a masterpiece, and yet it is not even the best Abba song. (8)
#1062 Sean Kingston, 'Beautiful Girls' 2007
When I first heard this, I thought it was a joke. I could not take my focus from the 'suicidal, suicidal' part of the refrain. It is a serious song, sampling a butchered version of 'Stand By Me' by Ben E. King. Kingston does not believe that relationships with women can work because beautiful women make him want to kill himself. THIS WAS A NUMBER ONE SONG FOR WEEKS. And yet people consider rock 'depressing'???? (2) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MrTz5xjmso4&ob
#628 Gerry Marsden, Paul McCartney, Holly Johnson, & The Christians, 'Ferry Across The Mersey' 1989.
A charity single for the Hillsbrough disaster. I can't rate this really. It's not a great version of the song, that's all I can say, but for a good cause. (n/a) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fV-oyZP-0o8
#789 All Saints, 'Under The Bridge' / 'Lady Marmalade' 1998
By the release of this double-A single, All Saints were riding the crest of a wave that would last until their sixth single ('Pure Shores'). Established as a multi-national, multi-ethnic, and allegedly 'better at feminism' version of Spice Girls (e.g. they only exposed cleavage rather than leg as well), their debut and follow-up singles grabbed the commercial ear well. They would later marry idle rich rock stars and cough out an unbroken stream of unmitigated filth (the film Honest, the Appleton record) whilst compounding the notion that females in bands can't get along by, well, not getting along. Both sides of this single are covers, the A-side trumping the AA-side insofar as it is marginally less pointless. Some dated 'scratching' effect that cancels out half of the original guitar riff ensures 'Under The Bridge' doesn't blindly follow the Chili Peppers' version: 'Lady Marmalade' anticipates the Aguilera/Mya version to come by hamming up the hen party cacklefest elements to the highest level of the dial. (3) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bzKO8kNUhI / http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mm_3MXb5ClI
#908 Bob The Builder, 'Mambo #5 2001
You can't really insult charity or childrens' songs without appearing like a gigantic killjoy. They're not competing in the same way. A #1 chart placing is a like a 'best trier' award. However, we can still reflect the song and its quality in the mark that we give it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XerLpcnkVVk (2)
#919 Enrique Iglesias, 'Hero' 2002
A ubiquitous pop hit of the era of my own personal anti-pop virulence. A power-ballad laden with cliches and platitudes. As a formula exercise, it does everything machinic perfection: the first chorus rises up, gives way a moment of silence before ushering in the first snare hit. The building blocks are simple and familiar, but stitched together with such gossamer thread that we can't see the invisible manipulative hand of pop familiarity lulling us into acquiescence. Pop as anaesthetic, a theme I feel that will develop throughout this project, I expect. (2) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=koJlIGDImiU&ob
#565 Billy Ocean, 'When The Going Gets Tough, The Tough Get Going' 1986
You have disembarked the aeroplane at the Carribbean airport and you are feeling that warm Sargassan breeze kissing your neck and some employed local lady who is nonetheless doing a very good job of looking pleased to see you greets you by name and wishes you a pleasant holiday. Your partner squeezes your hand and tells you that this will be the best 3 weeks of your life. This song emerges from the airport and you smile and look forward to your first beer on the beach. (6) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6Aj0sInq5A
Part one is only brief. Later editions will contain 10-50 reviews at a time.
#460. Don McLean, 'Crying' 1984.
The least-known of Canadian crooner McLean's 'big three' is a cover of the timeless large-spectacled one known as Roy Orbison. For half of its duration it is doggedly faithful to the original, a forlorn lament in which the song's protagonist leaks discharge from his eyes without cessation. McLean later goes off-piste a little with swelling strings and a goofily-overblown falsetto remniscent of the excellent and goofily-overblown songs of Robin Gibb, whom I always felt was held back by his be-bearded siblings in the Brothers Gibb, or 'Bee Gees'. There is simply not enough palpable vocal quivering in music. (6) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lpQmrUxwiF8
#1009. Tony Christie ft. Peter Kay, '(Is This The Way To) Amarillo?' 2005.
This is a joyful and sweet song. Christie was an excellent pop tenor of his era, which was much before the 2005 revival of this song for the UK charity Comic Relief. What it is not, however, is a comedy or 'novelty' song. This is the Peter Kay effect. His face, mugging along with various British celebrities, in accompaniment with this song has ensured an enduring legacy as novelty. Britain is now a visual culture, so the opening bars recall Kay (who does not perform on the record, only its promotional clip) and his gurning more than it does any anticipation of Christie's versatile performace. It seems churlish to quibble when this simple equation has raised money to aid domestic and internation charity projects though. (4) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yqLLDZvbG-U
#1180. Olly Murs, 'Dance With Me Tonight' 2011.
This desequencing of the chronology does not allow me to talk about The Mark Ronson Effect with adequate recourse to its creeping malignancy over prior years. Essentially it is a re-tooling of the signifiers of Motown and soul music: energetic mid-tempos, sharp suits, tight structures, & universal-sounding lyrics – but with none of the substance: the history of societal oppression and the performers who spent years paying dues. The digitisation of this music led to it becoming ersatz and reduceable to a mere pop trope that is audio shorthand 'party time'.
Mr. Murs appeared on the UK star-search format 'X Factor'. His 'thing' was that he was a local everyman with a winning smile and cheerily awful dance. His role in this song is practically incidental. (3) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3EG4olrFjY&ob
#1154 Bruno Mars, 'Grenade' 2011.
This song is about a man with the biggest martyr complex possible. In the opening verse he establishes that the dramatic subject, an errant female companion, has left. The signs were there from the start. The first time they kissed, her eyes were open. "Why were they open?!" asks Mars, not unreasonably, though perhaps not establishing why obstructed ocular organisms equate with a more sincere kiss. From this low start, Mars establishes a lengthy list of things that he would do for this girl: e.g. catch the titular grenade, take a bullet through the brain, jump in front of a train - and in a chilling denouement to this chorus - she will NOT do the same.
Well, Bruno, I am guessing that is because she is a fairly reasonable person. It seems that she simply was not that into you in the first instance. It wouldn't be remiss to presume that from your desire to pursue high levels of risk that you were probably a bit high pressure to begin with, so she strung you along a bit, hoping that you would go on tour so she could move on with her life. Mars' piety is accompanied by a very generic formulaic hi-gloss pop gronk and his superlative proclaimations are made in a shrill and unappealing whinny. (3) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SR6iYWJxHqs&ob
#72 Vic Damone, 'On The Street Where You Live' 1958
Who among us has not had that stomach full of butterflies in the knowledge that the object of our affections is even only POSSIBLY nearby? It is a strange and abstract feeling and often its representation in art falls short. "And oh! The towering feeling / just to know somehow you are near / the overpowering feeling / that any second you may suddenly appear!" The temptation to read this as a stalker's manifesto must be resisted as Damone manages to simultaneously convey the sense of wonder and sensational overload at the THOUGHT of this love and the clumsy dry-mouthed reality of the love's appearance. This is a daffy little number that calls to mind a young Scott Walker somehow transplanted into the fantasy segment of Mary Poppins. (7) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QNwlc8F7wOQ
To date (27th April 2012) there have been 1192 songs that have reached the coveted position of #1 in the UK singles chart, a reflection of that song's success in outselling every other single available to buy in that week. The first chart to reflect the sales of physical copies of the single format was compiled in late 1952 after years of recording the keenest-selling sheet music. Over time the singles chart has evolved to include the CD format, the flexidisc, the cassette, the download, always with the overriding desire to create an accurate a picture as possible of the popular taste of the nation.
Here at AIM, we, err, seek to listen to and briefly write about every single one of these singles. There is a chronological list printed here. However, AIM shall not be reviewing the songs in chronological order lest the similarities of each pop era begin to dull the senses. Instead, using 1 and 1192 as low and high inputs, we have randomised a sequence over at random.org. The full sequence is below the cut and shall be strictly adhered to.
Partial credit and inspiration for this project must go to Jude Riley, with whom the genesis of this idea arose. Over tea, we read through a list of the singles from [years redacted] and realised that many of them were completely dreadful. Had there been a paradigm shift at some point indicative of a downward quality trend, or were we mere oldsters with our salad days long behind us? This project seeks to find out!
We estimate that this project could occupy much of the remainder of the year. People who particularly dislike popular culture would be well advised to unfollow now and delete our telephone number into the bargain.
Other addenda:
Additional number ones beyond the 1192 until today's date shall be reviewed chronologically at the end of the task.
No accounting for taste shall be made, of course, but ears shall be opened at all time to try and counterweight the pressure of prejudice and personal association.
Each review will contain: the name of the artist, the name of the song, the year of charting, the number it appears in the list, a link to the song on Youtube, a rating out of 10, and a review of the song. These reviews could be as short as a tweet but may extend to essay-length for particularly troublesome entries. A short paragraph should often suffice.
Regarding the 1-10 scale: this shall be strictly adhered to. 1 is nadir, 10 is zenith. Most shall fall somewhere between. We are willing to re-assess the marks given to any single at the end of the process to account for jading and over-emphasis.
That said, all ratings are entirely subjective and go-fuck-yourself downgradings could also occur.
The first batch of reviews will be posted next weekend.
