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The Bees
Paul Butler and Aaron Fletcher are The Bees, hailing from the Isle of Wight. 'Sunshine Hit Me' was recorded in Paul's parents shed. True. Both key Bees members are multi-instrumentalists and both share a huge array of diverse influences. For instance, the songs on this debut album range from comedown chill-out through to reggae mixed with Beach Boys, through to
'Minha Menina', a Brazillian/Portugese folk song. Uh, shall I wind back up a little? Reggae mixed with Beach Boys? Well, yes sir! 'No Trophy' is my pick of the pops, the song from this set that most consistently sends chills up and down my spine. Firstly, it's such a happy tune. The reggae rhythm combines well with the vocals, which also have true reggae inflections. Ah, the harmonies. During the first part of the song, a fairly simple song it is too, the harmonies consist of reggae style humming. Very beautiful this humming is too. However, right at the end of the song, we get something absolutely lovely. "We will defend your bed, tonight" they sing, as the song fades. I can't exactly describe the sound or effect of this, but it's a perfect way to close the song. Oh, anybody a fan of The Kinks album, 'Muswell Hillbillies'? Well, 'Binnel Bay' captures something of the mood of that record, without sounding like an obvious homage. Again, this is a song with fantastic vocal harmonies. We then lead into some kind of psychedelic instrumental, 'Sunshine'. This album has it all, it really does. The even more impressive thing for an album such as this, with a variety of styles, is how seamlessly all the songs flow into each other. Well, I loved 'Sunshine Hit Me'. Loved it, and was reluctant that these guys change anything at all for their follow-up set. The changes consist of adding a couple of members, so now The Bees are a band 'Proper'. The home-studio in which they got such a good sound out of for 'Sunshine Hit Me' has been abandoned for now, in preference for recording 'Free The Bees' at Abbey Road. Um, the sound of this album overall? Well, this is an album with such an authentic 60s sound you could be forgiven for thinking it was recorded in the 60s. Now, we've had attempts at this kind of thing numerous times before, of course. XTC posing as Dukes Of Straosphear, for example. The thing with that project was you could still tell it was actually recorded in the 80s. Certain aspects of the sound betrayed the intentions. Not so, with the majority of 'Free The Bees'. It sounds so authentic, it beggars belief. Seems too good to be true, a lot of time. 'Free The Bees' contains a similarly diverse mix of songs as before, some serious, some silly, others a combination of both. A variety of styles are covered, although the emphasis here is more akin to 60s psychedelia. It sounds as if 'Free The Bees' was recorded in 1968 post 'Summer Of Love', with all that implies. I'll follow a similar path for this review as I did 'Sunshine Hit Me'. So, my favourites here? Well, 'I Love You' is a stunning soul ballad with an absolutely incredible vocal. 'These Are The Ghosts' take a little while to seep its way into your mind. When it does, chances are you won't be able to, or want to, get rid of it. The 'catchiness' of this song is somewhat clever. It's not an obvious chorus, but there is one. The vocals are back in the mix, the instrumentation is that of a full garage band performance, perhaps in laid-back mode. Still, we've got clashing cymbals, lots of guitar, you can hear the bass line which pins the song together melodically. As you can tell, it's sometimes difficult to describe the exact effect the music of The Bees actually has. Fine pop melodies abound and The Bees return with their world view that anything that sounds like it was recorded after 1969 isn't worth listening to. Whereas 'Sunshine Hit Me' and 'Free The Bees' were radically different to each other, 'Octopus' is the same 'Free The Bees' nostalgic mix whilst not being quite as strong. Still, as I said, fine pop melodies abound and i'm not about to call this rubbish because it's not quite as good as a pretty excellent actually one-two opening punch ( 'Sunshine Hit Me' / 'Free The Bees' ). Not that anybody was listening, The Bees have sold relatively few records. I doubt anybody will be listening now. Arctic Monkeys get the praise, Kayne West gets the money and The Bees sit in Abbey Road studios wondering what microphone Paul McCartney used to record 'Rocky Raccoon'. I do miss the beauty of 'Sunshine Hit Me' in particular and 'Free The Bees' was just a delight. Delights here? Opener 'Who Cares What The Question Is?' sounds like The Animals crossed with marzipan and an orangutan. 'Love In The Harbour' is the most delicious thing here. A strong, catchy and repeated pop chorus is fine enough but the verse sections sound like Chris Hillman era Byrds circa 1967, believe you me, a very good thing for them to sound like indeed. 'Leftfoot Stepdown' is a reggae tinged tune and a semi-delight but it's also this albums 'Chicken Payback'. The closing 'End Of The Street' is also this albums 'Chicken Payback' and so the problem becomes apparent. Next time guys, just record something that may surprise a listener even slightly. As nice as all this stuff generally is, you'll fall fowl to the law of diminishing returns as sure as Robbie Williams falls foul every time he opens his mouth of being crap. The mostly forgotten Bees return with another album that isn't as good as their first two. They seem mired now in a particular sound and style. Their debut was fresh and sounded special and luxuriously intimate. Their 2nd was a highly enjoyable Sixties throwback complete with Sixties sounding instruments and songs. Since then, they've mined that same seam with ever diminishing results it seems to me. The Pink Floyd style vocals echo over acoustic folky guitar and that's the five minute 'Skill Of The Man' to a tee. It's a "Saucerful Of Secrets" without the surprise, melody or discography behind it. Well, i'm being harsh because The Bees do still have the capability to pull off a simple sounding shuffle that echoes festivals and the first summer of love. The opening 'I Really Need Love' is perfect dancing semi-naked in a field hippy-fodder. It's a shuffling guitar, a couple of sitar type sounds pop up, the lyrics are suitably vague and happy and the songs goes round in circles, 'really need love, really need love' they chant. 'Silver Line' stands out because it's those Bees campfire vocal harmonies, although such a sound has now arguably been done far better by Fleet Foxes, that marriage of folk, Simon and Garfunkel and The Beach Boys. |
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