And thus we return to the third and sadly final instalment in the Glide series.
I say ‘sadly final’, as the major creative force behind the band, William Arthus passed away in 1999.
He left behind an impressive legacy, and this album is the best of the lot. It is the most confident (it’s borderline sassy!!) set, with the indie Britpop jangle sound.
This is the album you’d get if you crossed Oasis, James and the Jesus and Mary Chain, and then toned down the pretension.
Have a listen to Thin-faced Man and tell me a Gallagher wouldn’t have nailed this on Top of The Pops:
Interestingly this album is mainly a patching together of the tracks from EPs (including the one above) that predate the band’s first album, plus four newies. I don’t have the CD cover at hand, so I can’t discern if (a) they were re-recorded, or (b) which are the newbies. It certainly seems the band hit their stride early.
I remain astounded that this material didn’t lead the band to fame and fortune, and that I didn’t find myself shaking and shimmying to some of these tracks at the Lizard Lounge back in the day.
File under: Gift worthy
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Tagged album, album review, CD review, Glide, James, Lizard Lounge, music, music review, Oasis, the Jesus and Mary Chain
It’s easy to overlook the enormous changes to the music scene wrought by the ubiquity of the world wide intertubes.
Back in the mid 1990s (and even earlier than that!) a band from outside the core US-Brit market with a great sound, live chops etc still struggled to make any headway in said markets without winning over the finicky Brit music press, major label support (or catching the eye of the few influential indie moguls), lengthy roadtrips crisscrossing the US, relocating to either country and/or blind luck.
I raise this because I find it hard to believe a band like Sydney’s Glide would so easily slip through the cracks nowadays.
They prowl around this CD like the floppy haired Brit-pop lookalikes I remember from numerous adulatory street press stories from the time. They are in the same broad shoegazer genre that Gersey get lumped in, but this is more high energy and poppy stuff. If anything it resembles the sound of House of Love or even early Oasis.
This debut should have been lauded by NME and these guys should have ended up on the main stage at Glastonbury swaying their moptops and jangling their guitars.
File under: Soaring singing
Anyone whose been to even a few gigs in Melbourne over the past decade and a half will have encountered Even, either on stage, or as gig attendees.
These guys personify the term”stalwarts.” They are huge music fans and it shines through in everything they record.
Their fandom seems to predate their birthdates too. The menu offering here is an unashamedly mod-rock main course, with a Mersey-side side salad.
There is quite a bit to like here: a consistent sound; clean production; sweet vocal harmonising; the rhythms you’d expect from this sort of sound, and well-constructed lyrics.
The problem is that there are very few surprises. There isn’t that adaptation of the sound that you hear on the works of someone like Elliott Smith.
Sure, the lads don’t sway into the borderline parody of the 1960s we get from Oasis and, earlier, Lenny Kravitz, but at least those acts were out there delivering something raucous and vibrant.
This is all a little too subtle for my liking. I can’t help but think these guys would have been the 6th best band in Liverpool back in the day.
I’ve never gone to see these guys headline a show. They are great background support act fare.
File under: No risk of altitude sickness