Monthly Archives: November 2013

BE by Beady Eye

BE

Beady Eye, the gutted remains of what used to be the Brit-Pop band Oasis, put out their second album this week.  Beady Eye’s first record, DIFFERENT GEAR, STILL SPEEDING was Liam Gallagher’s confident blast of bravado and proof that he could hold his own without his brother Noel.   Back in 2012 I proclaimed 2011 to be “The Year of The Battling Gallagher Brothers.”  Liam was the first of the Gallagher brothers to release a post-Oasis record and ultimately I felt his Beady Eye record was better than Noel’s strangely titled High Flying Birds record.

Fast forward to 2013, and my expectations were high as I fired up BE.  Would Liam be able to deliver another stellar album or would Noel’s absence be more fully felt?  My first impression was that BE was closer to the denser, mid-period Oasis albums like HEATHEN CHEMISTRY and STANDING ON THE SHOULDERS OF GIANTS.   I love both of those records, but they took a couple of listens before I found myself singing along.  Similarly, BE lacks the big hooks of early Oasis.  Also toned-down is the usual Beatles-influence.

BE has a spacey, almost distant quality that frankly took me by surprise.  There are definite tempo changes throughout the record, but everything sounds quieter and more subdued that DIFFERENT GEAR , STILL SPEEDING.  Standout tracks include the Lennon-esque “Iz Rite” and the quiet, dare I say introspective “Soon Come Tomorrow.”

The album has songs that should be rockers, like the third track “Face The Crowd,” but nothing on BE takes off like on Beady Eye’s first album.  So initially I was a bit underwhelmed by BE’s low-key shift, but after a few spins I warmed to the album. BE feels like a transitional album for Beady Eye.  On one hand, I’m a little sad Liam isn’t just doing Oasis 2.0 music…but on the other hand I’m glad he’s branching out into new territory—even if he that means we don’t get a few less raucous rockers.

I would be remiss, however, if I didn’t address BE’s most interesting song: “Don’t Brother Me.”  This is the song all of us Oasis fans have been waiting for—the one in which one of the Gallagher brother’s waves a white flag.  With lyrics like, “In the morning/I’ve been calling, I’m hoping you understand/All and nothing, I’ll keep pushing/Come on now, give peace a chance, take my hand, be a man” this is song is 100% aimed at Noel.  I know what it’s like to have a tempestuous relationship with a sibling, someone who you can both deeply love and feel tremendous anger towards.  “Don’t Brother Me” probably isn’t going to mend any Gallagher family fences (Liam sings about being sick of  “your lying, skimming, and you crying”) but it’s a start.

The worst thing I could say about BE (and actually I did this during much of Noel’s HIGH FLYING BIRDS) is that during most of the songs I found myself singing the chorus of “Fade Away” that ultimate-classic of an Oasis song: “While we’re living, the dreams we had as children fade away…”

BE gets an (un-ironic) “B”.

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“Novotel” = The Greatest Song About Isaac Asimov Smoking Crack

Sometimes all it takes is one song to make me a fan. Adam Green, formerly of the Mold Peaches, managed to earn my undying affection on his 2006 solo record Jacket Full of Danger with the song “Novotel.”  A quirky word-salad sung in the style of a demented (drugged out?) lounge act, “Novotel” has it all: Toothy Mennonites, Teddyboys, women in the factory.  Clocking in at one minute and forty seconds, “Novotel” is wall-to-wall crazy.  And I love every second of it.

But the best part is when Green proclaims he’s smoking crack…like Isaac Asimov.  It’s such a wacky, out-there thing to sing.  The lyric is delightfully whimsical, yet wonderfully vulgar. I thought I’d shuffle off this mortal coil without hearing someone compare their crack consumption to Isaac Asimov’s. Adam Green proved I was wrong.

“Novotel” is a fantastic evergreen of a song: I fell in love with “Novotel” the first time I heard it six years ago, and it still gets me gets me today.  I’ve tired sharing this song with various friends/acquaintances over the years, and nobody ever likes it.  Green’s talky-singing style and his “is this guy for real?” delivery of ludicrous lyrics makes Jacket Full of Danger not everyone’s cup of tea*.   But for me the album, and “Novotel” in particular, an absolute delight.

Oh, he's not serious...is he?

Oh, he’s not serious…is he?


*On the song “Hey Dude” Green proclaims that, “Bob Dylan was a vegetable’s wife!”

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