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David's guide to the album
|An album dedicated to the alchemical fire: ELECTRICITY, pulser in the space between life and physics; embodiment of the spirit of modernity, whose energy we gratefully sucked from the electrical grid to record our songs, while it simultaneously and effortlessly lit the neon cities of earth, fuelled the consensual hallucination of cyberspace, and manipulated stellar nebulae at the farthest reaches of the cosmos.|
|TRACK 1: ANGELS KNOW MY NAME|
|(left: David at work on the album)||"Ah, the place where I grew up -
the people brought me down
they never called me up - they never came around"
|Lots of groups claim to be Sixties-influenced, but it's nearly always that same specific slice of the Sixties: '66-'68 Beatles. A lot of the era's output remains untapped. And there's more to obscure Sixties tracks than garage, you know. A fantastic series of cds from Sequel Records came out recently under the 'Ripples' banner showing the other side of British Sixties pop: the harmony-drenched Summer sound of Sunshine Pop; often overlooked. This song was written after listening to plenty of Sunshine Pop ...|
|TRACK 2: GOING OUT IN STYLE|
ravers, what do you say?
Holy ways are motorways, covered in clay ..."
|You can build motorways over the ley lines, you can build coffee bars over holy ground, but you won't stop the gods appearing - they'll just start emerging in your computer. Take away the stone circles and people will use whatever else there is - like techno music - to reach those shamanic states. There are mystical impulses behind people's obsession with information technology - indeed a religious/mystical fervour greets each new high tech advance, from the Victorian telegraph to our own internet. The boundaries between the synthetic, the physical and the mystical continue to blur.|
|TRACK 3: SUPERNATURAL|
|" A droog with a
moog, like a mutant from Hulme
who longs for a life like in Terry and June ... "
|This is our anthemic glam rock stomper. The lyrics are the story of Paul and I's odyssey through the music business over the years, but are very heavily coded. See if you can work them out, by all means.|
|TRACK 4: PSYCHODELIA|
|" 'cause no amount
of vin rouge
can cure your small town blues ..."
|Every group would like their own theme song - just like The Monkees had. We have one and this is it. If we get a TV series, this will play over the opening credits. It's about how you need us in your life, with Paul's guitar playing at its jangliest.|
|TRACK 5: MOONSHOT|
|"Joe 90's, you
stand in the door like a fire risk,
noting it down like a diarist - with a tired wrist ..."
|In this song about the rising Post-Thatcher generations, often ethically barren and geared to succeed in a hyper-competitive market place, Paul plays like Earl Slick on Bowie's Station To Station, creating the mother of all guitar solos, and sings a harmony in Punjabi over the chorus, just because he can.|
|TRACK 6: COME LIKE SHADOWS|
these stranger days, where the future is, behind
us in so many ways,
everything is cut and paste - every thing pastiche ... a second shot at yesterday ..."
|For those who live in films, books and records, the world outside can seem somewhat grey in comparison. What real world? Our friends are in that celluloid, within those pages, pristine and unchanging, as they always were, just waiting for us to revisit.|
|TRACK 7: SWALLOWED BY THE HILLS|
was a trapper, happy trapping things,
taught his little daughter, to move in for the kill ..."
|You get more paranoid about people the less you know about them - but you keep on putting the boundaries up to keep those neighbours away. This jaunty hillbilly-spiked-with-brass style song is about survivalists - and all of us. How well do you know your neighbours?|
|TRACK 8: WHEN WE WERE UNDEAD|
|"Ape to angel, this is our call - the rise to glory and spectacular fall - and are the answers in our genes or the stars; in my computer or the sand dunes of Mars?"|
|Who would the ideal group be? I'd say the latter period Tomorrow People deciding to become a garage band - Andrew, John, Mike and Soo Tai on guitars and Tim the computer on electronics. I'm sure this what they'd sound like. This is the most unusual song on the album, its music all based around one note, like Indian music. It's about office work and reaching a transcendent state through sheer boredom.|
|TRACK 9: INVISIBLES|
|"Turn me on, don't
turn me in - and I'll let you see our other London,
lurking underneath the skin; we're the ones who pull the veil and hide within."
|Grant Morrison's Invisibles comics, collected as graphic novels, assume that pretty much all paranoid conspiracy theories are true. I imagined it being made into a big film and us writing the title theme. Morrison knows his Situationism, and employs the idea that you can always live in a palace of dreams if the palace of dreams is inside your head. Every city is magical if you look at it through new eyes. Get lost in your own environment. Walk for ten minutes without knowing where you're going. Weave down some strange passageways and unfamiliar alleys. The real trick in your life is to decondition yourself; to see how much of your life is traced to delusional projections and cultural programming; to greed and emotional fixation - to make yourself less susceptible to programming and mechanical habits. Shed those snakeskins and see what's left. Dare you try?|
|TRACK 10: MYSTERY MOOR|
|"All the plains
Elysian, are under stone oblivion,
and we are lost because Eden has closed its doors ..."
|A lament for lost childhood.|
|TRACK 11: MAKING LOVE WITH THE LIGHTS ON|
making love with the lights on, making love
with the lights on - that's the only change
we'd rule the waves like Poseidon, if we'd just find the right one - everything's the same ..."
|From generation to generation, we screw up, making the same mistakes as have always been made. What's the difference between us and the previous generations? We make love with the lights on. That's it. Except those of us with the good grace to shut the car door first, of course ...|
|TRACK 12: RELIGION AND THE DECLINE OF MAGIC|
|"Man of science
says look at me, we can count the stars in the galaxy ...
no more magic, no prophecy - they're burning all the sisters on the aspen tree ... "
|The internet is propelling us back to medieval theology with its notion of cyberspace - a real space but immaterial, where people can commune in a non-bodily fashion; a space bringing intangible souls together. They may try to replace the mystical with the high tech, but is the internet an electronic version of heaven? You can't keep that magic down. This song takes us back to the Middle Ages when perception was haunted by magical forces and miraculous events- everything turns full circle.|
|(Above)||Front cover shows Paul and I and the Psychodelicates dalmation on our flying carpet travelling through the fluctuating multiplicity of reality, off to solve another case.|
|PSYCHODELICATES ... GO ADVENTURING|