Showing posts with label Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine ‎. Show all posts
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Wednesday, 22 August 2018

Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine 30 Something


Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine 30 Something

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Arguably, nothing really changed from 101 Damnations to 30 Something; the Carter formula was already well-established, so the duo just kept right at it. The difference lies in -- whisper it -- a growing sophistication that fleshed out both sound and lyrics. That may seem deeply bemusing to those who will note the typical Carter trappings still running rampant: puns explode everywhere without restraint, musical and lyrical references creep in from the Clash and David Bowie to traditional football chants, and so forth. More than once a lack of context can be a problem to anyone not born in the sceptr'd isle -- a "Glasgow kiss" (as referred to in the title of "Sealed with A...," a harrowing picture of domestic abuse) is a fierce headbutting, not a smooch. But while there's that, and the still cheap-and-cheery sound of the band's keyboards, drum machines, and more, Carter as a band seem a little more comfortable in the studio here. The two are able to whip up their surging numbers to a higher level -- the group's stated fondness for Queen actually makes a little more sense here, while "Billy's Smart Circus" is flawless in its soaring, anthemic power. Meanwhile, their bluer moods get more gently evocative accompaniment, often addressing getting addicted to the bottle and the unfortunate results. Everything kicks off with a great one-two punch, like the nutty instrumental "Surfin' USM," which kicks off with a great snippet about what growing old really means, and "My Second to Last Will and Testament." This has Jim Bob settling affairs all around, down to organ donation: "They can take my lungs and kidneys/But my heart belongs to Daphne." Other strong cuts include th stomp of "Bloodsport for All," a bitter vivisection of Army racism, and the end-of-the-social-drama movie music and feel of "Falling on a Bruise."

Wednesday, 13 April 2016

Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine ‎You Fat Bastard The Anthology


Carter The Unstoppable Sex MachineYou Fat Bastard The Anthology

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England: it’s rubbish, innit? Carter USM sound like England. The sound of football chants, nursery rhymes and bad puns. Their landscape is urban: grimy bedsits and abortion clinics, young offenders drunk down the pub, petty theft on litter strewn streets. For about five years from 1987 Jim Bob and Fruitbat clawed their way up the ladder then called 'indie' from Rough Trade to Chrysalis to EMI and even scored a number one album. Carter were the Pet Shop Boys on the dole, replacing Neil Tennant’s West End elegance with South London grime and sarcasm, and sleek electronic pop with cheap synthesizers, punk guitars, a Roland drum machine, and primitive samples. They even covered the Pets Shop Boys “Rent” turning it into a scream of overdriven anguish. This double CD pulls together their best songs. I was expecting two CDs to be far too much, but this is a well thought out selection that showcases the full range of their material The righteous anger of “Bloodsport For All” a song attacking racist bullying in the army still has the power to stir the blood. “England”’s hurdy gurdy and sordid sex could have come from Brecht’s Beggar’s Opera. The delicate yearning pulse of “And God Created Brixton” Is the Pet Shop Boys, only with Billy Bragg on vocals. The stark passionate melodrama of “A Prince in A Pauper’s Grave” is crying out to be covered by some dark diva. It’s only twenty years ago but it seems like light years away. Today’s 'alternative' music is too slick, too shiny, too designed. What we need is a Carter USM musical. Take the best songs here, orchestrate them and turn them into a show. A show about shattered dreams and ruined lives, a show as bleak as Chicago but with a London accent.
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