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Sound Advice #4: 

Pavement – Slanted and Enchanted (1992)

When I was at university, I took a module focusing on the work of writers who lived during the reign of the British Empire, such as Rudyard Kipling. I remember very little about what we studied, but I do remember thinking that the course name, ‘Ripping Yarns: Fictions of Empire, 1880-1924’, would have made a fantastic title for a Pavement album. They’d already split up by then, of course.

1992: I’d already decided I was a Pavement fan before I’d really heard any of their music. I’d caught five-second snippets of songs such as ‘Trigger Cut’ and ‘Texas Never Whispers’ on the indie chart of the ITV Chart Show back in 1992 (they hadn’t made a video for either track so those few seconds were all the programme played), which I thought sounded great – melodic, chaotic, laid back and yet also strangely focused.

In press interviews, they came across as quirky, without it ever feeling forced. They had not one but two drummers, one of whom (Gary Young) displayed a particularly individual brand of eccentricism, ranging from performing handstands onstage or clucking like a chicken mid-show to handing out mashed potato or strands of cold spaghetti to bemused punters as they came through the doors.

Seriously, what was not to like? They sounded fun, they sounded intriguing and, to their credit, they didn’t seem the slightest bit interested in fitting into any particular scene.  

I finally heard a Pavement song in full (this is pre-YouTube, remember) when I bought ‘Slanted and Enchanted’ in early 1993, roughly a year after its release. For a 13-year-old to spend around £13-£14 of my pocket money (remember how expensive CDs were in the early 90s?) on an album by a band of which I’d only heard a combined total of 10 seconds, this was obviously a massive gamble, but definitely one that paid off.

I was blown away on first listen. For someone more accustomed at the time to hearing polished, highly produced albums such as ‘Nevermind’, ‘Ten’ or ‘Automatic for the People’, it was something of a revelation to hear a record so wilfully raw and rough around the edges, where distorted, buzzing guitars came close to drowning out Stephen Malkmus’s gloriously wry vocals (I always imagined he sang with one eyebrow raised) and the drums threatened to break free from the song they were supposed to be holding together. Sometimes capturing the true essence of a song is more important than capturing the most technically proficient version.

The songs themselves were wonderful, of course (and still are). ‘Summer Babe’, ‘Trigger Cut’ and (my personal favourite) ‘Perfume-V’ should by rights be permanent staples of any definitive alternative playlist in the same way seminal classics such as ‘Touch Me I’m Sick’ and ‘Freak Scene’ already are.

The band’s love of English post-punk and indie is evident on the Fall-esque ‘Two States’ and ‘Conduit For Sale!’, while tracks such as ‘In The Mouth A Desert’, ‘Loretta’s Scars’, ‘Our Singer’ and even the country-tinged ‘Zurich Is Stained’ bring to mind The Wedding Present (it’s easy to image David Gedge singing all of them). ‘Chesley’s Little Wrists’ manages to channel the spirit of Gang of Four over frenetic free jazz rhythms, while the gorgeously world-weary ‘Here’ could loosely be described as the ‘ballad’ of the album (it was later covered by Tindersticks).

The original album cover appropriated for 'Slanted and Enchanted'

Also striking was the artwork. The band name and album title were seemingly painted in correction fluid over the existing cover of a piano music record from the 1960s, while the inside was a DIY collage of apparently random photos (with the exception of shots of the three band members involved in the recording) and pages torn from notebooks, alongside the largely nonsensical lyrics to 10 of the album’s 14 songs, lovingly scrawled in what I assume to be Malkmus’s handwriting.

This, coupled with the lo-fi nature of the music, reinforced the notion that anyone could have a go at doing this: you didn’t need a studio the size of the Starship Enterprise and you didn’t need to be friends with a graphic designer – all you needed were ideas and enthusiasm, and Pavement evidently had both in abundance. And anyway, isn’t the idea just as important as the realisation when it comes to art?

Although I remain a huge fan, for me, Pavement never quite managed to match the sheer experimental playfulness of ‘Slanted and Enchanted’ (although 1995’s ‘Wowee Zowee’ came pretty close). Follow up ‘Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain’, while obviously great, always felt a little restrained compared to its predecessor.

‘Slanted and Enchanted’ will be a quarter of a century old next year, a prospect which is equally incredible and terrifying. Of all the albums I’ve owned in that time, I’ve probably listened to this one more than any other (twice in the last two days alone).

It’s really no exaggeration to say that the day I grow tired of this record is the day I stop believing in the power of music.  

From the archives: Hip Hop Hump Days #3: EPMD – Strictly Business (1988)

Originally published on It Is Happening Again on April 2, 2014

“Who the hell are EPMD?” some of you may be asking. That’s understandable. Their videos aren’t plastered all over the TV music channels (well, those that still play music these days), they aren’t selling out stadium concerts or headlining festivals around the world and you don’t hear their music blasting out from people’s phones at the back of the bus.

The most influential musicians are not necessarily those who top the charts or play sell-out tours. Even if you haven’t heard of EPMD, you’ve undoubtedly heard and hopefully enjoyed music that probably wouldn’t have existed without their influence.

Part of hip hop’s golden age, Erick Sermon and Parrish Smith pioneered a sample-heavy funk-based sound which would serve as a blueprint for countless – and considerably more successful – other artists after them. Dr Dre’s ‘The Chronic’? Yep.  Snoop’s ‘Doggy Style’? Uh huh. The whole G-Funk era? Of course. Interestingly, later editions of ‘Strictly Business’ would include ‘Snoop Dogg approved’ on the cover – the student endorses his teachers.

As an album, ‘Strictly Business’ doesn’t really have a specific message, as such. Public Enemy were fighting the power. NWA weren’t overly keen on the law enforcement officials in their neighbourhood. EPMD, on the other hand, just wanted to party. For all the authoritative overtones of its title, ‘Strictly Business’ was a warm, light-hearted affair. Whatever ‘business’ EPMD had in mind, it sounded like something you wanted to be part of.

The opening title track sets the tone. The funk-fuelled backing track and the snatches of Eric Clapton’s cover of Bob Marley’s ‘I Shot The Sheriff’ (almost a decade before Warren G would have global success with his own version – there’s that influence again) provide the soundtrack for EPMD’s trademark deadpan delivery. Elsewhere, we find samples from Steve Miller, Kool and the Gang, Aretha Franklin, Pink Floyd, Michael Jackson and even ZZ Top – all thrown into a rich musical melting pot with astounding results.

Vocally, the delivery is smooth, confident and in many ways a lot more accomplished than the ‘child reading a prayer in school assembly’ style of some MCs of the time (yeah, I’m looking at you, LL Cool J). It’s a style that’s easy to listen to – remember, you’re allowed to like music simply because it sounds good, rather than because there is a message or an agenda.

EPMD have released seven albums in total, all with the word ‘business’ in the title and all containing a track called ‘Jane’ (give it up, guys – she clearly ain’t interested). However, nothing has come close to ‘Strictly Business’ and, more importantly, the foundations it would lay for those who came later.

If you don’t know, get to know. If you’ve forgotten, then it’s time to refresh your memory. Alternatively, you could just carry on listening to your Pitbull or Professor Green albums and pretend none of this ever happened.

Your move.

From the archives: Welcome to the Chemical age

Originally published in the Coalville Times newspaper in early 2002

When I was a trainee reporter at the Coalville Times, a weekly newspaper based in Coalville, Leicestershire, back in the early noughties, my colleagues and I came up with the idea of writing a series of classic album reviews - in short, a rather self-indulgent opportunity to wax lyrical about one of our favourite records.

I'm not entirely sure why I opted for Exit Planet Dust (with hindsight, I probably would have gone for something like Endtroducing) but I guess it was a pivotal album (even if it isn't the Chemical Brothers' best) and, besides, my colleagues chose records like Daft Punk's Discovery (good, but it had only been released a year earlier so hardly qualified as a classic) and Notorious BIG's Life After Death (I've honestly never rated Biggie as a rapper) so I suppose I was just trying to be different.

Anyway, below is a scan of the original review as it appeared in the paper - I no longer have the original draft (I wrote it at work) and I can't quite summon up the will to type it out manually (although I may do if enough people complain that they can't read it).

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