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Wire
EMI, after their fall-out with The Sex Pistols, were quite welcoming towards punk bands for awhile, there. This benefitted Wire, but what was strange was placing Wire on Harvest, EMI's early seventies progressive rock imprint. Eventually, this placing would seem somehow appropriate. Not that Wire have very much in common with progressive rock, initially. Yet, they do indeed 'progress'. 28 songs ranging from just over 3 minutes to just under 30 seconds in length. The band themselves have said some songs happened like that because 'we ran out of words'. Personally, I feel that's being a little mischeivous. Let's take the 28 second long song, 'Field Day For The Sundays'. In the 28 short seconds it lasts, it actually packs in a lot of words, words that also have a point. In this case, raging against the tabloid press. The playing of Wire seems to be angular and cold. It seems to be tight and precise. This is somewhat remarkable given that upon entering the studio, Wire had little virtuosity, or anything even approaching that. They took their album sessions seriously, practice honed the songs down, vocals were recorded live to retain a certain feel. Etc, etc. They stretched themselves to their then limits with some of the material here, song structures that aren't at all usual. Yet all at the same time, they managed to maintain a 'punk' sound. Of the twenty eight songs here, not a one sounds out of place. This is one of the albums selling points. Wire apparently set down in their basement working out the running order for the original vinyl release, before entering the studio. Eg, they knew which songs were going to start side one, side two. Which songs would end. They threw together the running order instinctively, then plotted to make it even more seamless, to give the individual tracks some kind of context. This is just as well, as there is seemingly little variety here. The endless onslaught of brief, speedy guitar tracks does eventually wear you down, yet relief is present through the lighter songs. Through the more 'dirge like' songs. Your interest, should it threaten to wane, will nearly always come back. Yes, right through to the end of the album. A minor niggle then, that this is a record that requires concentration, but that's just one of many ways in which Wire distanced themselves from their more typically punk, peers. Less songs, longer song lengths. Indeed, it makes more sense to call certain numbers here 'songs', something that couldn't always be said of some of the more simplistic guitar numbers from the admittedly mightily impressive 'Pink Flag'. Overall, the differences here are Wire incorporate keyboard sounds and experiment with sound and sonic textures. The lyrics generally take their cue from the albums title, a clear reference towards mental illness. This isn't a bleak record, however. Oh, sure, the lyrics do cover some darker themes than the debut, but there is relief along the way, rest assured. Indeed, it's the variation present on this set that distinguishes it most from the debut 'Pink Flag'. We've a few numbers here clearly cut from the same cloth, a few other numbers using keyboard sounds to reach into new areas and other songs stretching the initial Wire blueprint through a mixture of intelligent thought and impressive musical realisation. For example, i'm always a sucker for songs like 'I Am The Fly', wherby the music evokes the lyrics of the song. The songs distinctive introduction, the overall guitar sound and overall integration of electronic treatments do perfectly evoke, well, something 'fly-like'. Even the vocals bring to mind the buzzing of an irritant fly. The song is catchy, another clever subversion. Preceding this on the album is another nod towards pop song structures, 'Outdoor Miner'. Though, in contrast to the playful harshness of 'I Am The Fly', 'Outdoor Miner' contains genuinely beautiful melodies, lovely harmonies and all without losing the edge that this early era of Wire generally presents us with. Another switch in style arrives with 'Used To', a minimalist song brought to life with the aid of a simple keyboard drone, that combined with the vocals, still manages to sound anything but half-formed. What I like about the first three Wire albums is how they clearly take you along with the band on their own artistic journey. Each one has a foot both in the bands immediate past and immediate future. Well, the bands future would be some way off after 154, their next studio album as a grouping not appearing for some years. Yet, '154' clearly carries on the move away from punk music. The synthesizer elements are stronger, the weird noises are stronger. We've still got a hatful are sublime melodies, though. It makes '154' a satisfyingly varied album overall. Like all Wire records, it takes a long time to digest, but also like ( nearly ) all Wire records, it's well worth putting the time in. The band were less cohesive as a unit than ever before, one quick glance at the writing credits says it all. Yet, you'd never guess this particularly from listening to the finished product. We've a few experimental, artsy pieces here such as 'A Touching Display'. It's not really a song at all as such, although it does have a definite, defined structured. Rather it's a sound painting, everything including vocals is there seemingly for effect and sound alone. A similar track arrives with 'The Other Window'. These two songs taken alone can be easily dismissed I suppose, yet we really must try to take them in the wider context of the album overall. The song immediately before the lonely drone of 'The Other Window' is 'The 15th', a genuinely lovely pop melody combined with those patented intelligent yet still accessible Wire lyrics. 'On Returning', the shortest song here sits right after the near seven minute 'A Touching Display'. Bar the keyboard flourishes replacing the old 'Pink Flag' guitar assault, this could almost be a 'Pink Flag' tune. Well, almost, yeah. A pop song? How about 'Map Ref 41n 93w', a song that really did deserve to place Wire in the top 40. I adore the lyrics here, interrupting my train of though, lines of longitude and lattitude.... define..... my attitudes. . Helpfully preceeded with an annoucement by the singer CHORUS! Excellent. |
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