Saturday, 23 October 2010
There's a Sunday social, to stave off the silence
There are some songs that just grow and grow on you, they dig deep, into your soul. Is it a soul? Do we even have one? Is that a bit fucking metaphysical for this kind of time on a Saturday morning? Anyway, this is one of those songs, for me. A bit of a surprise this, really, given it is quite a recent release and I only ever liked a few Maximo Park records. But this song. It just cuts me down, stops me in my tracks, in the most brilliant way. I want to play it and play it and play it. Again. Mostly because of, yes, the guitar hooks and the lovely use of delay, delay, delay... but also, it cannot be ignored, it's Paul Smith's accent. It's a Tyne and Wear 'thing'. And, personally, it takes me back to a home fae home, the North East of England. Spend eight years living anywhere, you will miss it occasionally. Sigh. I miss the beach at Tynemouth. I miss the people. I even miss the old house, in a way. But in particular, apropos this song, I love the way Paul delivers his lines, witness 'Sunday social' (at 1.50) as an example. It's, frankly, rather orgasmic to me. But, er, I guess I have always been a bit strange like that. For accents. They just make me so, well, rigid.
Paul Smith - 'Our lady of Lourdes' (4.20)
Paul is over here now. You can buy the album as well, please.
NB: Review of Warpaint @ Stereo, Glasgow 22-10-10 coming soon! With pictures. And songs!