Music in Film 03: Star Wars, The Long Goodbye, Soundtrack to a Coup d'Etat

I am writing about films I saw last year that had a strong musical element. Previous episodes can be seen here and here.

Star Wars (1977)

The IFI had this idea of showing films from series sequentially each Saturday morning in emulation of the cinema serials of yore (but sadly did not preceed each screening with an episode of Flash Gordon or King of the Rocket Men). I took the opportunity to see this one on the big screen, even though it was the CGI bullshit version rather than the now buried original release. It's still a fun film and watching does transport me back to when I saw it first. And it features many exciting musical moments, of which the greatest is probably the opening 20th Century Fox fanfare and the switch from that to John Williams' main theme, with the opening salvo an orchestral stab to rival the popular ORCH5 sample. Beyond that there are lot of Wagnerian leitmotivs but the most memorable musical bits are probably the jizz [sic] band in the Mos Eisley spaceport and then the bombastic medal ceremony music.

While I liked the film well enough I did not bother going to any of the sequels or prequels. Star Wars itself is by far the best and the endless attempts to milk the intellectual property have sucked much of the enjoyment from the other ones.

The Long Goodbye (1973)

This is the Robert Altman cat film in which Elliot Gould plays a guy who owns a cat who pisses the cat off by getting it the wrong cat food in a scene that will resonate to all cat owners.

The cat guy is also private detective Philip Marlowe and the film is an adaptation of a Raymond Chandler novel in which Marlowe is caught up in a complicated caper involving an old friend in trouble, gambling debts, murder, and so on. Only unlike the olde Humphrey Bogart films this is the 1970s and Marlowe is schlebbing through a world where everyone else has given up smoking and the dames are into space cake and yoga. It's also scripted by Leigh Brackett, previously the queen of space opera in the pulp era before moving successfully into screenwriting (she famously wrote the first draft of The Empire Strikes Back, following extensive discussions with George Lucas).

Brackett isn't the only link to Star Wars, as John Williams also did the music for this one. The older tune "Hooray for Hollywood" also features but mostly we get endless re-arrangements of the title track (by Williams and Johnny Mercer): initially sung over the opening credits, then as muzak in the supermarket, then being sung by some guy rehearsing in a bar Marlowe uses as an office, later being played by a Mexican marching band, and so on. Apparently this was Altman's idea and it suggests a certain drift into surrealism but I wonder if it also was a way of saving money.

Arnold Schwarzenegger also features. He does not make any music but at one point he starts to take off his clothes.

Soundtrack to a Coup d'Etat (2024)

This is a documentary about the coup that overthrew Patrice Lumumba, the first prime minister of the Congo. But it's got a lot of jazz music in it, as it tries to link the move towards Congolese independence and its aftermath with progressive jazz currents in the United States and also with jazz musicians being used as foot soldiers in the cultural Cold War. It is an odd film in any number of ways. I am not entirely convinced that director Johan Grimonprez successfully knitted together the jazz and Congo strands of the film, but as they are both subjects I am broadly interested in this was not particularly a problem for me. It is also formally interesting in that instead of having a load of talking heads appearing on screen to explain stuff it instead almost entirely featured archive footage, with onscreen text explaining stuff where necessary, combined with voiceover narration from the memoirs of various players in the Congolese tragedy (including our own Conor Cruise O'Brien, from back when he wasn't a reactionary, with excerpts from his book about the Congo read by his son Patrick).

The films is also pretty long (150 minutes), which might put off some people. However the Congolese content is fascinating and I think something people ought to be more familiar with, while the jazz footage is amazing and worth a trip to the cinema on its own, and not just for how funny Dizzy Gillespie is.

For me the two most striking moments in the film were non-musical. Firstly we had Belgium's King Baudouin arriving in Kinshasa (then probably still called Leopoldville) to mark the Congo's independence. At a formal ceremony Baudouin delivers a tone deaf speech pitching Congolese independence as the culmination of the great work of his predecessor, King Leopold II, who took over the Congo and ran it as a giant gulag for his personal enrichment, instituting a regime of such brutality that I sometimes think its main purpose was to make British and French colonial regimes look good by comparison. Lumumba launched an impromptu rebuttal denouncing imperialism, leading Baudouin to mutter to an aide "Is he [i.e. the Congolese prime minister] meant to be speaking?". What makes this all the more fascinating is Baudouin's physical resemblance to Ireland's own Enoch Burke.

And then there is the last known footage of Patrice Lumumba. Lumumba was overthrown in a coup thanks to the machinations of the Belgians and the CIA, with the British security services and UN secretary general Dag Hammarskjold playing their evil parts too. The footage shows him just before he is about to be bundled onto a plane and flown from the capital to a region controlled by Belgian-backed faux separatist to be tortured and then executed by a firing squad commanded by Belgian officers. Lumumba was always a sharp dresser with great charisma, and even here, as he sits dejected in a white shirt while his guards stuff pages from one of his speeches into his mouth, he exudes a defiance that seems to diminish his enemies.

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Patrice Lumumba with his future successor, Joseph Mobutu (BBC: Patrice Lumumba - Why Belgium is returning a Congolese hero's golden tooth)

King Baudouin (Wikipedia)

Patrice Lumumba bound (IPOB Ontario: Last letter from Patrice Lumumba, First Prime minister of Congo (born in 1925, assassinated by Belgium and its Western allies in 1961) to his wife)

Music in Film 02: All You Need Is Death, Eno, The Colour of Pomegranates, Portishead, Lone Star

I continue my trawl through films I saw last year that had a strong musical element. See the previous instalment here.

All You Need Is Death (2023)

This is Paul Duane's odd folk horror about these two song collectors who head up to Enniskillen because they hear there is a crazy lady (played by Olwen Fouéré, obv.) who knows a song that is indescribably ancient but has never been recorded or transcribed. Aspects of the film are deliberately enigmatic, like the early scene where the song collectors meet a client in a car park like they are conducting a shady drug deal rather than engaging in an entirely legal activity. And some of it is pretty funny, like when they meet an old singer (played by Brendan Gleeson), whose daughter makes sure they hand over any money for his songs to her and not to her alcoholic dad.

The soundtrack is by Ian Lynch. He is one of the Lankum people, so you probably have a bit of a sense of what the music sounds like: droney, trad adjacent, etc. He doesn't noticeably lend his vocals to proceedings, with the soundtrack mostly instrumental apart from a couple of points where we have characters on screen singing: the aforementioned Brendan Gleeson (who as well as being an actor has some interest in the world of traditional music), one of the song collectors (played by Simone Collins, who has a background in musical theatre), and then Olwen Fouéré herself singing "Old God Rising". That's the ancient tune the plot revolves around, a song in the language people spoke in Ireland before there was Irish, a song passed through the female line that no man is ever meant to hear. It is deliberately harsh and unnerving, sounding as much like a curse being called down as anything approximating to music.

But is the film any good? One of my friends said that she admired it more than liked it, and I see what she is getting at. You could argue that it is does well at first with the tension building as the song collectors move towards Enniskillen but that it becomes less coherent once the film has to deal with the complicated results of finding the song as opposed to the more focussed quest for it. And the film also has to roll with the limitations of its modest budget as it tries to portray the horrors unleashed by the cursed song. There might also be a sense that the film accelerates a bit too much in the last half or third, with perhaps a bit too much exposition left out in the interests of keeping things moving forward. Perhaps so, but I still like its enigmatic atmospherics and find myself interested in the idea of seeing it again. It is on IFI Home so Irish readers can check it out in the comfort of their homes.

Soundtrack available here.

PNYC: Portishead - Roseland New York (1997)

A film of a live performance by Portishead in New York some time after they released their second album. It made me think of a few things. Firstly, there is Portishead's second album, which manages to sound broadly like the first album except not as good, despite being recorded in a rather different manner: instead of the music being mostly put together from samples it was created by weaving together pieces of original music. The other thing I found myself reflecting on is that while Beth Gibbons is great on record she is less brilliant at fronting a live band: there is something very draining about her way of hanging onto the microphone for dear life while singing every song, with a never changing look on her face suggesting she is dying of the anguish.

The Colour of Pomegranates (1969)

There is music in Sergei Parajanov's enigmatic telling of the life of 18th century Armenian poet and troubadour Sayat-Nova but really the film is all about the visuals. It is a stunningly beautiful work that repays trips to the cinema whenever it is shown while also being the kind of film that would annoy plot-oriented people. I have developed a theory that this film is a major influence on Wes Anderson, particularly the more recent of his works that did not trouble themselves too much with narrative. As well as going beyond narrative, Wes Anderson films share a commitment to making things look great and might even have recourse to a similar colour palette.

Lone Star (1996)

John Sayles directed this greatest of films, which features a star turn in flashback sequences by Kris Kristofferson as Charlie Wade, the terrifying sheriff of a Texan border community, with the rest of the film set in the then present day after the body of the long vanished Wade is discovered, triggering a murder investigation for which the current sheriff's late father and former sheriff is the prime suspect (there are a lot of sheriffs in this film). A big thing is the way buried secrets of the past don't always stay buried, while the film also interrogates the history of border communities in parts of the United States that used to be in other countries. I really can't recommend this film enough: I think it is one of the five best films I have ever seen.

Music isn't a big presence in the film but there is a bit of Tex-Mex-Mariachi style stuff going on, which fits the whole Mex-American theme.

Eno (2024)

Gary Hustwit made this film about the popular producer, but I think Eno himself had input into the film's central gimmick: that it is different every time it is shown. I only saw it once so I don't know how different it is each time or whether the film has some stuff it always covers with the variation being in how much of it appears, or if the film sometimes leaves out entire sections of Eno's career. What I saw was broadly chronological, interspersed with present day stuff in which Eno yapped away about stuff (either past stuff he had been doing or his curious eating regimen). There was little-to-nothing about Roxy Music but quite a bit about his time working with U2, which was actually very interesting (and possibly would be even to people who are not that pushed about the popular Dublin band). They had quite a bit of footage of Eno and U2 in the studio ("That's great Bono - now could you do it again with a bit more passion") and I was fascinated by how they interacted. I got the sense that one of Eno's strengths as a producer might be a natural aptitude for plámásing people and avoiding confrontation while still pushing them in particular directions. You also got the sense that the members of U2 (who were all still pretty young at this stage) were in awe of Eno as someone who had worked with Bowie and Roxy as well as releasing cool albums of his own.

Eno generally came across as someone who has worked out how to live.

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All You Need Is Death (FilmGrab)

Music in Film 01: The Zone of Interest, Perfect Days, and others

Let's talk about some films I saw last year, but only where they have a significant musical content.

The Zone of interest (2023)

This is the Jonathan Glazer directed film about the guy who was in charge of Auschwitz, with almost all the action taking place in his house and its garden, which was located just outside the main camp. It features a stunning Mica Levi soundtrack of discordant noises that merges into the sound design, becoming at one with the strange and unnerving noises we hear continuously in the background (shouts, screams, clanking machinery, shots, etc.). The music contributes strongly to the sense of unease that permeates the film. I spent most of my time watching this on edge, waiting for something terrible to happen; then I realised that the something terrible was happening all the time. It does not surprise me that many people picked this as their film of the year, and the music and sound design combo is one reason why I pity people who did not see it in the cinema.

Perfect Days (2023)

Wim Wenders goes to Japan and makes a film about a guy named Hirayama, who cleans public toilets. initially it feels like is a film about the importance of just getting on with it and doing every day stuff as well as you can, with the film starting off by showing a typical day for Hirayama and then repeating that for a bit so you think "OK, this is not a plot film", but then there is a bit of a transition and gets a bit more plot-oriented.

Where does the music come in? Well Hirayama listens to music as he goes about his day. The music he listens to is from the 1960s and 1970s. Lou Reed's "Perfect Day" features (obv.) but also tracks by Nina Simone, the Kinks, Otis Redding and Patti Smith. And he listens to all his music on cassette, which I think is meant to suggest the extent to which he is aloof from contemporary trends. There is also a suggestion at one point that the music Hirayama listens to is somehow more real and engaging than the digital music of the young people, but that's a bit OK Boomer.

Some of the way cassettes are treated in the film seemed a bit fanciful. Like, people are always able to play particular songs from the start and never have to spend ages scrolling backwards and forwards to get to the right point. And at one point Hirayama's idiot co-worker brings him to a second-hand cassette shop, where it is established that second-hand cassettes are very expensive in Japan and that the various cassettes he owns could be sold for a pile of money. I had definite "O RLY?" thoughts at this point but it has long been established that any claim about Japan is somewhat credible.

Nearly all the music in the film is western, although I see from Wikipedia that there is a track by Sachiko Kanenobu; I don't remember when her track comes up in the film but reading about the album it is from on Wikipedia makes it sound like it might be worth investigating (influences of Pentangle, Donovan, and Joni Mitchell) and she so impressed Philip K. Dick that he later produced one of her singles (er wait, did I really read that?).

But there is one striking piece of Japanese-language music. At one point Hirayama listens to "House of the Rising Sun" by The Animals. And then later he is in one of those tiny Japanese bars you see in films and the patrons ask the manager to sing her song, and she sings a Japanese translation of the song, except the subtitles reveal that the Japanese lyrics are much more explicitly about prostitution and the song's narrator being trapped in that world (as compared to the English lyrics being so oblique that they make almost no sense when listened to closely).

Anyway, a good film and one I recommend to all cassette fans.

Poor Things (2023)

There is a bit in this Yorgos Lanthimos film where Emma Stone's character dances to music, yes? Overall though I wasn't really sure about this one. While never boring it felt like maybe it was a bit exploitative and wasn't really saying anything.

Dune 2 (2024)

The music was not as memorable as in part one. That might be because it was broadly the same, but also there was no Sardauker throat singing in this part.

Birdsong (2024)

A short-ish documentary by Kathleen Harris about Seán Ronayne, who is on a mission to record the singing of every bird in Ireland. That's nice, birds singing and stuff, except lots of the birds are becoming extinct due to climate change and habitat loss, so it's a bit sadface. I did find myself thinking that for all my sense that meaters are people with no moral compass there might be something to be said for eating wild and unfarmed deer, as they lack predators and are stripping the cover off the landscape that ground nesting birds need to hide in. There might also be something to be said for eating meaters. Or for reintroducing wolves to Ireland.

Devo (2024)

Not mentioned in this documentary is the bit in Watchmen where Laurie finds the night vision goggles Dan uses when he dresses up as Nite Owl and she says they remind her of Devo; then she has to explain to Dan what Devo are, as he is not really into new wave music. And a bit later Dan for some reason is wandering around in the nip but wearing the night vision goggles and he says "I guess I look pretty Devo, right?".

Journeys into Darkness part 5: theatrical terrors

Readers with long-memories will recall that I had been reporting on some horror-themed things I have experienced in the last while, starting with The Exorcist, continuing with some other films, then onto horror audio drama, and most recently to Lies We Tell, Lisa Mulcahy's film adaptation of Sheridan Le Fanu's Uncle Silas. And now in the final episode of the current series we turn to the world of theatre, where the horror happens there in front of you. I should warn you that many of these theatrical horrors are ones I saw some considerable time ago, but there are ways of making them seem relevant to the way we live today.

Now, I don't know about you but I find the Luas Red Line to be pretty terrifying at the best of times, so it was with some trepidation that I found myself boarding it after work to head out to the Civic Theatre in Tallaght. What had me going out there was Robert Lloyd Parry performing two M. R. James short stories, "Lost Hearts" and "A Warning to the Curious", as part of the Red Line Festival. These are both ones I have seen Lloyd Parry perform previously online ("Lost Hearts" in particular he does every year on 24 March, the day of the story's disturbing climax), but it was great to see the performances in the flesh.

The two M. R. James stories might well be familiar to readers in their original form or through other adaptations. "Lost Hearts" is the one where a young orphan is adopted by Mr Abney, an eccentric distant relative, who seems friendly but who has had remarkably bad luck with previous attempts to adopt young children, who always seem to vanish just before their 12th birthday. It was memorably adapted for the BBC's Ghost Stories for Christmas in the 1970s, with the famous still of ghostly children looking in a window. "A Warning to the Curious" meanwhile is from that M. R. James subgenre of Norfolk-coast-holiday-goes-wrong. They both allowed Lloyd Parry to show off his acting talents, inhabiting all the characters and expertly handling the shifts in tone from light comedy to creeping dread. "A Warning to the Curious" is the objectively better story, as the other one has some problems of internal logic. Nevertheless,"Lost Hearts" is somehow still my favourite, with its horrible villain and suggestions of crimes more terrible than the supernatural ones the story contemplates (I'm thinking in particular when Abney invites his young charge to meet him in his private study late at night for a special and secret treat, and to not tell anyone else that he will be going there).

It is actually so long since that performance in Tallaght that since then Robert Lloyd Parry has been back in Dublin again to read two early folk horror tales at an event to launch an anthology he has edited for Swan River Press. For upcoming events, check out his event schedule: if he isn't performing near you, there are always the livestreamed performances he has coming up of the M. R. James stories "Martin's Close", "Canon Alberic’s Scrap-book", and (on Christmas Eve) "The Mezzotint".

Revenant meanwhile was another one-man play, written and directed by Stuart Roche and performed by Patrick O’Donnell. It was staged in the Smock Alley Theatre as part of last year's Bram Stoker Festival, Dublin's attempt to cash in on the famous author of The Lair of the White Worm and The Lady of the Shroud. Revenant (not a Stoker adaptation) sees O'Donnell playing Carter, the director of a low budget Irish zombie horror film, and also the other members of the film's cast and crew. Carter's lead actor drops out of the production just before shooting is about to start, but he recommends an old actor bud as a replacement. This fellow is named Vardell, and he is suave, charismatic, and a natural in front of the camera, but someone who has somehow never appeared in anything anyone has ever heard of. The cast and crew head off to an island off the west coast of Ireland to shoot their film and, well, you can see where this is going. It's played somewhat for laughs but it does manage to ramp up the unease when the macabre goes into overdrive. Patrick O'Donnell's ability to bring Carter, Vardell, and the others to life before our eyes is incredible and it is small wonder he was nominated for prizes at the Manchester and Buxton Fringes in 2021 and 2023.

Dracula: A Journey into Darkness was another Bram Stoker Festival event, a staged reading in the Abbey Theatre of the first four chapters of Dracula, which are made up of diary entries by solicitor Jonathan Harker describing his journey to a remote part of Transylvania to assist a local nobleman in the purchasing of some properties in England. Andrew Bennett (whom you may have seen as the foster father in An Cailín Ciúin) plays Harker, with noted Dublin stage actor Barry McGovern providing the Count's disembodied voice.

Everyone in the world has read Dracula so you know what happens here, right? Initially it is somewhat comedic, Harker as the Englishman abroad commenting on the quaint customs of the locals and their interesting foods. As he gets closer to his goal he expresses some bafflement at the misgivings people have about his plans to visit Castle Dracula and their tendency to press holy charms on him. But the real transition happens when the coach he is travelling on is met by one sent by the Count; Harker is then conveyed into an increasingly strange realm before finding himself effectively imprisoned in the Count's castle. The odd chortles from the audience that greeted Harker's initial observations completely fade away as his terrible predicament becomes apparent. It was a stunning performance by Bennett (aided by impressive lighting and sound design) that completely held the audience. I generally disapprove of standing ovations in the theatre, seeing them as a bit pro-forma, but I had no hesitation in leaping to me feet at the end of this. It is a shame that something so striking was only being performed for one night only, but it did make the event all the more special for those of us who attended.

Because we were only getting the first four chapters of Dracula the piece did end on something of a cliffhanger. It was only later that it occurred to me that it actually ends on a literal cliffhanger; if you have read the book you will know what I am referring to.

For this year's Bram Stoker Festival the Abbey Theatre is staging Dracula: Lucy's Passion, a sequel of sorts to A Journey into Darkness, again for one night only. See you there.

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Robert Lloyd Parry (Civic Theatre)

Lost Hearts (BBC iPlayer)

Revenant (Smock Alley)

A Journey into Darkness (Bram Stoker Festival: 2023 Festival Crypt)

Some more records: ØXN, Mohammad Syfkhan, My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult, and Irish experimental music

ØXN Cyrm (2023)

This is a multiple side project band featuring Radie Peat of Lankum, Katie Kim of Katie Kim, Eleanor Myler of Percolator, and John "Spud" Murphy, a producer of records by Lankum, Katie Kim and Percolator and various other acts. Lankum you may well have heard of. Percolator I am not familiar with but I have some limited prior exposure to Katie Kim, having seen her play in one of the Santa Rita Concert series in the Little Museum of Dublin. Investigation suggests that on this record the vocals are by Peat and Kim (easy to tell apart), drums & percussion are by Myler, production is by Murphy, and other instruments are by everyone. The songs are mostly of a dark folk variety, with the opening version of the "Cruel Mother" setting the scene with its lyrics about a woman giving birth in a wood and then killing her newborns. It's a song I've heard versions of before but this one seemed more centred on the woman's suffering, giving some background into how she came to be pregnant and the sheer misery of feeling like you have no option but to give birth in secret and then kill your babies.

Then we have "The Trees They Do Grow", a beautiful Scottish folk song about a young woman unfortunately married off to a much younger son of some rich guy. And then "Love Henry", a murder ballad (previously recorded by the Furrow Collective and adapted into "Henry Lee" by Nick Cave), the ominous "The Feast" (an original tune), and "The Wife of Michael Cleary". The last is a song by Maija Sofia and it deals with the disturbing 1887 incident in which Mr Cleary became convinced that his wife Bridget had been replaced by a changeling, so he killed her, burned her body and buried it in a shallow grave. Michael Cleary was convicted of manslaughter and spent 15 years in prison.

The final tune is a cover of Scott Walker's "Farmer in the City", sung by Katie Kim, which I have heard her play live at the above mentioned concert, shortly before Walker's death. The song originally appears on Tilt and I get the impression it is the standout track in Walker's mostly tune-free late oeuvre, as it sounds quite odd but is still recognisably music. It was noticeable when he died that "Farmer in the City" got a lot or airplay on forward thinking radio programmes. The version of the song here is also pretty ominous, with Kim almost intoning rather than singing her vocals to a largely droney accompaniment.

So there you have the Øxn record. It's pretty short but unlike the last Lankum album it is all-killer-no-filler and does not feel like it has been padded out with drone noodling to make it seem weightier. I recommend it to be people interested in this world of music.

v/a Under the Island: a Compilation of Experimental Music in Ireland 1960 - 1994

From Nyahh Records comes this compilation of Irish weirdo music. Various big names appear here, like Roger Doyle (an early work recorded when he still lived with his parents), Desmond Leslie (perhaps most famous for punching Bernard Levin on live television), Olwen Fouéré (big local stage actor who also shows up in films, also sometime Roger Doyle collaborator, with her track here having music written by him), Daniel Figgis (a former Virgin Prune). It's an odd record in that although it collects music from a lot of different people over quite a long period of time, the record ends up sounding almost like something by a single artist, with the tracks flowing into each other in ways that make it hard for casual listeners to tell where one ends and the other begins. Top marks though to Danny McCarthy's 1988 piece "Music For An Electric Hurling Stick", which is illustrated in the sleevenotes by him posing with a hurley to which he has fitted strings and pick-ups (an iconic illustration which seems not to have made it onto the internet, so you'll have to use your imagination).

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Mohammad Syfkhan I Am Kurdish (2024)

Another Nyahh Records release, in this case by Mohammed Syfkhan, a Syrian-Kurd who has found himself living in Ireland. He plays bouzouki and occasionally sings, mostly to a programmed accompaniment but occasionally to cello by Eimear Reidy and saxophone by Cathal Roche. See my review of the album launch concert.

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My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult Confessions of a Knife… (1990)

This is not a completely new to me record, as I have had a copy of it on vinyl since 1990 or 1991, but I decided to download a digital copy for I can listen to it more conveniently. For the sake of readers who have never heard of or forgotten about My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult, they were a Wax Trax industrial act whose schtick initially was camp disco Satanism. On this record we get some industrial pop on which their Satanism is combined with samples from trash films of yore. The most striking track is probably the opener, "A Daisy Chain 4 Satan", with its repeated spoken word sample 'I live for drugs' (occasionally interspersed with 'I can't afford, I would never buy drugs'), while other stand-outs are "Kooler than Jesus" (featuring the repeated refrain "I am the Electric Messiah! The AC/DC god!", apparently taken from obscure 1972 film The Ruling Class, which means that the line is probably being spoken by Peter O'Toole) and "Ride the Mindway". But it's all good and I am enjoying binge listening to it again.

Looking back into the past, I think shoegaze and industrial were my big musics of the late 1980s and early 1980s. Very different, obviously, but variety is the spice of life. I may be falling down an industrial nostalgia rabbit hole, so don't be too surprised if you see me reviewing Revolting Cocks' Beers Steers & Queers in the near future. And also don't be too surprised if you hear about me putting on my vintage My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult t-shirt and heading into Dance to the Underground (Dublin's premier queer goth club).

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CYRM (Discogs)

Under the Island: a Compilation of Experimental Music in Ireland 1960 - 1994 (Bandcamp)

I Am Kurdish (Bandcamp)

Confession of a Knife… (Wikipedia)

Folk/Trad Adjacent Record Corner

Ian Lynch All You Need Is Death OST (2024)

All You Need Is Death is a film about song collectors who learn of a haunted song from the deep past. This is the soundtrack to it, mostly instrumental but with a couple of bursts of vocal from people who appear in the film, including Simone Collins (the film's co-lead), Brendan Gleeson (a tradder in real life as well as an actor), and then a terrifying turn from Olwen Fouéré. Ian Lynch is one of Lankum and this record might appeal to people have been put off that band by an aversion to rough working class Dublin voices.

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Leonard Barry Littoral (2024)

My beloved picked up a copy of this at a gig launching the album. Barry is an uilleann piper and this sees him playing traditional tunes with an array of other musicians. I have been known to claim that Irish traditional music played in a straight down the line way does not record well (the success of Planxty and the Chieftains provides no counterargument), but Littoral proves me wrong. It is pleasing on the ear and well produced and I recommend it to anyone who needs more piping in their lives.

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S. R. Sellens "A Drop of Nelson's Blood" (2023)

This is a well-known sea shanty in which the first verse goes like this:

"Oh a drop of Nelson's blood wouldn't do us any harm
A drop of Nelson's blood wouldn't do us any harm
A drop of Nelson' blood wouldn't do us any harm
And we'll all hang on behind"

Later verses substitute various other things for 'A drop of Nelson's blood' (e.g. a night out with the girls, a damn good flogging, a nice fat cook (this may be the bowdlerised version), and so on). The song's origins are from the possibly true story that after Nelson was killed at Trafalgar his body was brought home in a barrel of brandy, with the thirsty sailors being happy to drink some of the brandy even if it might be contaminated by Nelson's blood (yarrr!). Or perhaps Nelson's blood became a nickname for rum, in which Nelson was also reported to have been pickled.

This particular recording is a musical accompaniment to a Regency Cthulhu (think Jane Austen heroines v. eldritch horror) roleplaying game scenario in which the players attend a banquet and are served some special brandy in a nothing-to-worry-about manner. It's actually an impressively solid recording of a tune I have sung myself many times at Unthanks singing weekends.

Four Records Old and New

Loula Yorke Volta (2024)

I'm basically so impressionable that when one of my social media buds said that a former classmate of his had released a record and that it was quite good I went straight to Bandcamp and downloaded a copy. It is plinky electronic music of a relatively downtempo variety, with a retro sound to it. Verdict: appealing.

Buy it on Bandcamp.

v/a Fantastic Voyage - New Sounds For The European Canon 1977-1981 (2024)

This is an Ace Records compilation put together by Bob Stanley & Jason Wood of late 1970s tunes supposedly inspired by David Bowie's Berlin period. It is kind of a sequel to their Cafe Exil record, which is meant to evoke the music Bowie was listening to before recording Station to Station, Low, Heroes, The Lodger, etc. It is a top notch collection and I recommend it to all readers. Most of the tracks are by UK artists imagining what it would be like to be living in somewhere like Berlin, but there is also "Eisbär", sung in German by actual German-speaking Swiss people (I gather the song is quite well-known and deals with a man who would like to be a polar bear).

The album features many great tunes, often of an edgy electronic quality, but top marks go to the compilers dredging up a tune from the strange period when Daryl Hall released a Robert Fripp produced album. The other amusing track on the record is the Walker Brothers "Nite Flights", from the album of the same name. One hears of this record as Scott Walker's first step along the road to weird unlistenability but the track is a surprisingly groovey number, almost cheesy, and one that you could happily play to your most conservative disco loving aunt.

Buy it from Ace Records

Serge Gainsbourg Histoire de Melody Nelson (1971)

OK so yes I had this before on vinyl but I thought it would be a good idea to pick up a digital copy I can listen to on my iPod. If you haven't living under a stone you will surely be at least aware of this record: Gainsbourg's masterpiece, produced in collaboration with arranger Jean-Claude Vannier and an army of top notch session musicians, very influential on artists as diverse as Air and Beck. And this is the extended version, with a load of extra tracks that are mostly extended versions of the main tunes or else a couple of tracks that were left off the original release for reasons.

Melody Nelson is an odd record. It's very short for one thing, and it begins and ends with what sounds suspiciously like the same very long song. These tracks, "Melody" and "Cargo Culte", both feature Gainsbourg muttering rather than singing over freakouts by the musicians. And the music really is amazing, with what sounds like jazz influenced drums combining with throbbing bass and sensuous guitar licks to create an incredible sonic groove. Gainsbourg does actually sing on the other tracks but it his spoken word pieces that are the most memorable, particularly on "Cargo Culte" where they are offset by the music building, building and building.

And of course if you are a non-francophone like me you only know what the record is about by reading a summary of it on Wikipedia. People who can understand French generally talk about how it greatly improves one's enjoyment of Gainsbourg's music to get what he is saying, but there are times when I have my doubts about this. For Melody Nelson is a concept album, telling the story of a dirty rotter who meets a teenage girl, brings her to a hotel and shags her, after which she dies in a plane crash, leaving the dirty rotter to feel sad. It's not really the sordid story that I like about the record so the full details of the lyrics are perhaps left unknown to me.

Because it is the music that is so striking about the record you would have to wonder whether Gainsbourg is coasting here and it is actually Vannier we should be crediting with everything likeable about it. Vannier is only credited aa a co-writer on some of the tracks, and not on the key ones, but he arranges all of them and arguably that is the key thing here. And yet, I have heard a Jean-Claude Vannier solo record, and while it is enjoyable enough to listen to, it does tend a bit towards tuneless nonsense, which makes me think that maybe the Melody Nelson X-factor is Serge after all.

Extended versions of albums are often terrible but here the addition of extra material works by giving you more of what you want, in particular an extended version of "Melody" and an instrumental version of "Cargo Culte". If you already like Melody Nelson you need this. If you don't already like Melody Nelson then you still need this as you should give it another listen.

Mary & the Pigeons Like Water (2024)

I would love to say that this is a record by a woman who has trained pigeons to play instruments but this is not the case. Instead it is a record by Mary Barnecutt, with the Pigeons being the extra musicians she plays with. I first came across Barnecutt when she played at the first Stoneybatter Festival concert, impressing me with her idiosyncratic music. Like her previous music, this album is fronted by Barnecutt on both voice and cello, with other people coming in on other instruments on different tracks. It sounds completely adrift from anything else going on in music at the moment and doesn't even sound that much like most of the other music I am listening to these days, which I think is a good thing. It's very song-based and maybe nods towards modern composition (that could just be me being seduced by the cello) but there maybe is a slight jazz influence to the drumming.

Actually I did find myself thinking of one thing the record kind of reminds me of: Dresden Dolls. The record has the same kind of slightly bouncey cabaret-esque sound to it at times, and not just because it features piano-keyboards, but it doesn't have the gothic angst of Amanda Palmer's vocals and lyrics, which some might consider a plus point.

Buy it on Bandcamp.

Mohammad Syfkhan / E the Artist (Bello Bar)

This was a launch concert for Mohammad Syfkhan's I Am Kurdish album. It was taking place in the Bello Bar, which is one of Dublin's pokiest venues but also somewhere that hosts a lot of forward thinking music put on by Vinnie Dermody's Enthusiastic Eunuch organisation. The venue's annoying feature is that there are very few good seats giving you a reasonably clear view of the stage, so if attending you need to get down early. My friend "Eoghan" and I were in the queue when doors opened but we still weren't able to nab seats right at the front of the raised bit, but we were at least able to grab stools in front of the stage. From here we had an unobstructed view of E the Artist, who did laptop stuff (and occasional guitar stuff) while also using his voice as an instrument. I am generally a bit wary of laptop musicians but this guy seemed to have something and I hope we see more of him. He has a short record on Bandcamp that might be worth investigating.
Mohammad Syfhkan himself is a smartly dressed Kurdish fellow who used to live in Syria but has left there for a country where he is less likely to be killed. He plays the bouzouki and sometimes sings, while a programmed instrumental track accompanies him. I found the sound of his bouzouki fascinating… it had a quality that made it sound like it might have been electronically treated, but maybe that is just the way bouzoukis sound when played Kurdish-style.

In some ways he is a bit like Omar Souleyman, in that they are both Kurds, the music is also from the world of Dabke and they both played lots of weddings. Nevertheless they are still different: there is a definite groove to Syfkhan's music but it's nothing like as frenetic as Souleyman's. This is maybe music for a wedding of respectable older people who still like a boogie, not for completely mad for it young people who've drank too much sugary tea and are now buzzing their nuts off. Nevertheless, by the end of the set everyone was up and grooving.
And he kept playing and playing. Eventually I felt that I could only take so much music so I slipped away into night, stopping to buy a copy of the album and the Under the Island compilation. "It's past my bedtime," I commented to Vinnie Dermody as I was going. "It's past a lot of people's bedtime," he replied.

Check out Mohammad Syfkhan's album on Bandcamp.

Kim Carnes "Bette Davis Eyes" (1981)

The IFI has been showing a season of Bette Davis films and it is indicative of how many great films she made that the programme didn't include loads of her films I think of as total classics. These include Marked Woman (based on real events, with Bette Davis playing a "nightclub hostess" (it's not a pre-Code film so use your imagination) whose evidence takes down a fictionalised Lucky Luciano; Humphrey Bogart also appears as an analogue of district attorney Thomas Dewey (of "DEWEY DEFEATS TRUMAN" fame), Juarez (in which Bette Davis plays Princess Carlotta, whose husband somehow becomes Emperor of Mexico), and The Nanny (a disturbing domestic drama made by Hammer before they went big on what we think of as Hammer Horror).

In the season I did see her play the titular lead in Jezebel (1938), which was given to her as a consolation prize for missing out on the lead role in Gone with the Wind as it provided her with an opportunity to play a Southern belle. I'm not sure it is a great film but it was striking how negatively the white Southerners are mostly portrayed (the men are honour-obsessed idiots who spend their time fighting duels and scoffing at anyone suggesting the South would lose in a civil war), while the various enslaved African Americans (all admittedly minor characters) come across as real people and not the "Lawdy massa" stereotypes seen in other films of the era. All About Eve (1950) meanwhile could be seen as Davis's Sunset Boulevard, with Davis playing an ageing actress (all of 40 years old) facing a young rival. All About Eve is something of a camp classic and might also represent the point where Davis herself pivoted to playing full-on older ladies, somehow making a successful career of this in a business that is not normally considered too welcoming of older women.

The final film I saw was Another Man's Poison (1951), a British made film in which Davis plays a successful crime writer who finds things getting a bit awkward when the criminal accomplice of her estranged husband shows up at her house looking for him. I felt that it maybe suffers from a moralistic ending (the same might be true of All About Eve) and if it weren't for that the film would be almost like Bette Davis appearing in a Patricia Highsmith adaptation. It also features Emlyn Williams in a supporting role, a man whose other claim to fame is writing the book that formed the basis of The Smiths' "Suffer Little Children". There were other appealing films in the season (notably Now, Voyager and Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?), but I skipped those as I had seen them relatively recently.

Being the age I am, the first I ever heard of Bette Davis was when Kim Carnes had a monster hit with the song "Bette Davis Eyes". Watching all these films had the tune going through my head all the time, so I've downloaded it and have been listening to it obsessively ever since. It's a great track, with Carnes' expressively raspy vocals combining with a very 80s backing to create an endearingly proto-goth sound. Carnes was herself a singer songwriter, but she did not write the tune. It first appeared as an album track on its co-author Jackie DeShannon's New Arrangement. It is worth giving the original a quick listen as it is so different from Carnes' version, sounding almost like something from a vaudeville show. It is a far less effective recording.

I became curious then about Kim Carnes. It is her performance and the production that makes her "Bette Davis Eyes" great, so could she perhaps have other hidden classics from that era lurking unheard by modern audiences? Sadly this does not appear to be the case, with the couple of other tracks I listened to from the album "Bette Davis Eyes" appears on not being that great: neither the songwriting, the production, nor Carnes' own performance is up to much on any of them. The one thing that did kind of impress me was a live rendition of the Rolling Stones' "Under My Thumb" I stumbled onto. As you know, that is a deeply problematic song with its lyrics about the kind of coercive control that is now recognised as a crime in many jurisdictions. On the live performance I saw, however, Carnes really gave it socks and there is definitely something interesting about a woman singing a song normally read as being about a man dominating a woman. It's not as good as "Bette Davis Eyes", but it's still worth a listen.

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Bette Davis in All About Eve (Wikipedia)

The Magic of Glastonbury

I found myself wondering if people who actually attend the Glastonbury festival ever try to recreate the real Glastonbury arse-sitting experience of watching it at home on TV by bringing a sofa with them and also bringing their dad and putting him on a nearby armchair so that he can say "Crap" every time an act he doesn't like takes the stage before moaning that he is missing the football.

I also found myself overcome with curiosity about Dua Lipa's set after reading a few accounts praising it. I am not familiar with Ms Lipa's music but I am aware that she holds important views of a progressive nature that predispose me to liking her. I checked out some of her set on YouTube, and guess what, she is a pretty strong performer with lots of catchy tunes, many of which have a "good beat". I am a bit ambivalent about the pop music takeover of Glastonbury, not because I hate pop music but because it is symptomatic of the festival losing whatever countercultural edge it once had. That shift to the mainstream is I think driven by the festival's relentless growth and by the need for familiar headliners that will appeal to the television audience. Yet watching Dua Lipa on YouTube had me thinking that her set was amazing and that if I was there I would have completely loved it. However, were I to have been at Glastonbury this year I suspect that I would probably have missed Dua Lipa in favour of Bongo Bill up in whatever is left of the Green Fields.

I also suspect that if I ever go to Glastonbury again I will be confused by the emergence of new stages and of things I remember not being where they were or having new names. And it all being so much bigger than it used to be.

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Pyramid Stage (Louder Than War: "Glastonbury 2024 – Festival Review")