Showing posts with label U2. Show all posts
Showing posts with label U2. Show all posts

Friday, 6 November 2009

FOLLOW FRIDAY 10: Something Happens


IRELAND was a brilliant place to be a music loving teenager in the late 1980s and early 1990s.
Not only could we get into the Liverpool, Manchester and indie scenes in Britain but we also had a remarkably prosperous and vibrant home scene.
One of the few benefits of the opposing effects of Troubles (North)/ crushing recession (all over) and the global rise of U2 was a slew of bands worth listening to and following.
In the wave which came after the likes of Les Enfants, Cactus World News and Blue in Heaven, we had The Four of Us, Hothouse Flowers, An Emotional Fish, The Fat Lady Sings, and Hinterland among others. Each played widely varying versions of Irish indie, a world away from the Celtic bombast many were accused of.
Looking back on it Something Happens were the best of the lot. Based around the songwriting talents of singer Tom Dunne and guitarist Ray Harman with Eamon Ryan on drums and Alan Byrne on bass, they produced some of the most memorable songs of the era.
Their first album Been There, Seen That, Done That had two great tracks, 'Beach' and 'Forget Georgia', the latter of which was an oblique tribute to REM.
That link is appropriate, in so far as, the Happens managed to mould the twin influences of Michael Stipe's crowd with The Pixies, both bands were amazingly popular among Irish indie fans (along with The Smiths and almost ubiquitous The Cure).
Their second album, Stuck Together with God's Glue, was by far the best of the three they recorded. Produced by Crowded House, Los Lobos and Richard Thompson mentor Mitchell Froom, it managed to bring to their indie sensibilities in line with Froom's trademark quirky keyboard sound.
Unfortunately the stand-out single from the album, 'Parachute' (with Harman's amazing Supertramp-inspired backwards piano intro) was shelved due to sensitivities surrounding the first US invasion of Iraq. It had got them a modicum of attention from the NME and was looking set to be a British Top 40 hit before being withdrawn. (Belfast band Ghost of an American Airman suffered a similar fate with their brilliant single Honeychild.)
The Happens live show was immense and when I saw them on three occasions they were the best of a very good crowd of bands. Only An Emotional Fish came close as a live act. Dunne was a great singer while the real star was Harman on guitar, a gifted, unique player who utilised open tunings and great effects. (Witness the great That Petrol Emotion inspired riff on 'Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello (Petrol)'.
They also did a fine line in quirky covers including a daft hard rock guitar cover of large chested Italian model Sabrina's Euro pop hit 'Boys, Boys, Boys (Summertime Love)' on the B side of the 12" of 'Hello'.
After they were dropped by the Virgin label they recorded one more album Bedlam a Go Go!. It was however a wee touch too commercial and too close to the poppier elements of Celtic rock, in my opinion. Two years later they split.
Dunne has a high profile radio DJ gig now while Harman, having been the composer in residence at an Irish music museum, now works in TV.
I have to say that of all the albums of that time, Stuck Together... is one of the few I play regularly and which has aged tremendously well.
The only problem is: It can't be 21 years ago since I saw them do Beach for the first time. Surely.



Wednesday, 4 March 2009

U2: Or how the future of the major label band is ever more tawdry whoring of yourself

If U2's shameless whoring of themselves around the BBC last Friday proved anything in British musical circles it was two things:
1) The BBC is the last broadcasting behemoth, a multi-platform, publicly funded showcase for product second to none. A 360 degree red button catch all unique to the world.
2) U2 are a brilliant, shameless publicity machine willing to do anything to get their message out there. Rim Chris Evans? You got it. Blow smoke up Simon Mayo's ass - consider it done. Pretend to be the Beatles on the roof? What again? OK then
Avoid tax dodging questions. Sorted.
Enigmatically run through some well crafted answers which say nothing, we'll take pride in it. (See what I have done there)
Plug a tour coming to a stadium, probably not near you and six months from now - the 2 are shameless masters.
BTW: Why are Larry and Bono never seen together other than on stage? Hmmm?