Showing posts with label DAVE McCULLOUGH. Show all posts
Showing posts with label DAVE McCULLOUGH. Show all posts

Thursday, December 4, 2025

Richard Cook - Abba - The Singles: The First Ten Years (NME, 1982)



 
















At the event in North London for Rip It Up and Start Again in 2005, I remember a voice in the audience piping up - apropos of absolutely nothing that the panel were discussing -  to cry out: 

"ABBA were better than the Velvet Underground!"

A poptimist, obviously - responding to an uncontrollable contrarian urge from within. 

At the time I thought that - alongside its Tourettic quality and irrelevance to what we were talking about at that moment - that this was a really silly opposition to make. As if you had to choose, or to rank one above the other. Isn't Poptimism supposed to have freed itself, and all of us, from such binaries and hierarchies, rather than simply inverted them? 

(Some years later I watched a doc on ABBA and concluded that they operated just like any other "artistically autonomous unit" from the mid-Sixties onwards. They were a proper band, writing their own material and producing it themselves, aspiring to superhuman levels of  craft and musicianship, with lyrics that grew increasingly adult and emotionally sophisticated. Structurally, then, ABBA were "rockist" - operating very much not like a boyband or girl group (bossed around by producers, singing words written by professional others). So ABBA's true peers at that time would be Fleetwood Mac, as opposed to The Jacksons.).   

Perhaps the outcry was based on a sense of historical injustice,  ABBA having not been given their fair due? 

Well, they are the first entry in the Spin Guide to Alternative Music, so some respect had been granted in the 1990s. 

And in fact, if you go back to the music press of the time, you will see a fair amount of positive commentary on ABBA's pop genius. 

And it came from musicians too: Elvis Costello famously described them as a big influence on Armed Forces (the dramatic piano cascades of "Oliver's Army", the sleek bright tightness of the sound throughout). 

Okay the Richard Cook review is a little retrospective,and after the event, coming out in 1982, but hey look here's Dave McCullough raving about them in their "imperial phase" real time. 






































And then a few years later you have Paul Morley describing Human League as the new ABBA. 

My ABfav ABBA tune




What a strange, super-sophisticated song structure! So many hook-full phases, such great playing.



Number 2 would be "S.O.S.", jostling hard - equal probably -  with "Dancing Queen". 



Wednesday, June 4, 2025

Dave McCullough on the "after-Rock" of A Certain Ratio - Sounds - January 16 1982

 Following Simon Frith's "afterpunk" contention, here's another term that never quite caught on



























Not catching on might come down to it not being entirely clear what Dave McC means here

Also - "Strategically tired"?

I believe I have seen Dave McC using the term "afterpunk" or "after-punk" as it happens... one of the few adherents of the Frithism... maybe that led him to "after-Rock"


Thursday, January 2, 2025

Dave McCullough - The Raincoats debut / The Mekons - The Quality of Mercy is Not Strnen - Sounds - December 8 1979

 



















Continuing the series of crits wrong-footed in real-time, unexpectedly harsh reviews from Dave McCullough for the Raincoats self-titled debut and the Mekons not-self-titled debut.

Yet I seem to remember him writing positive stuff about both earlier on?

The Mekons debut I can see perhaps an early supporter feeling that something had been lost -  a certain exuberance in the early singles that hasn't survived the transition to the major label and big studio situation. But the Raincoats is so gleefully free, it's hard to see how someone - especially at that juncture in history - wouldn't get caught up in its unruly energy. Especially if that someone was a champion of messtheticians Scritti Politti, as Dave McC was.

But McC seems to dislike both groups for being too right-on as we called it back then (the woke of its day). The review is a bit like a critic counterpart to the song genre of studentphobia.  Or perhaps the subgenre artschoolstudentphobia

See also Kevin Rowland's loathing of The Au Pairs. 




Friday, November 29, 2024

Dave McCullough - Siouxsie and the Banshees - A Kiss in the Dreamhouse - Sounds - November 6 1982

 









Continuing the series of reviews where critics get wrong-footed in their real-time reactions to an album, here is Dave McCullough mystifyingly underwhelmed by Siouxsie and the Banshees's A Kiss In The Dreamhouse. If not indisputably their best album, it's certainly right up there, and it's definitely their most expansive and experimental effort - but here it gets a measly three stars and is judged to be a misfire..

I also found it puzzling that he harps on about John McGeoch as the record's star and saving grace, because it doesn't leap out to my ears as a guitar-dominated record...  McGeoch is much more the forefront dominant on Kaleidoscope and Juju, I'd have said. 

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Friday, April 26, 2024

Dave McCullough - Kajagoogoo - Sounds - April 23 1983

 






















From those crazy New Pop days when everyone was competing for the most startling transvaluation... 

But you know what? 

Dave McC (and Ross Middleton of the godawful Leisure Process) are right

The intro to "Too Shy" is gorgeous... And I thought that at the time. 

(Both are way off in their counting, though - Ross says it's "the first ten seconds", Dave says it's fifteen - it's actually 45 seconds of delicious elasticated suspense). 

There's an equally wonderful patch of airy-aqueous Level 42-aspiring fusion-cloaked-as-pop in the middle of "Too Shy", at around 2.16 minutes -  misty curls of sustained guitar floating across the mix that could almost be John Martyn.


The song itself is promising: a subtle shimmy-shimmer through the verse,  and even that odd "hey girl move a little closer" pre-chorus is enjoyably New Wave weird. But then all fizzles out with that rabbit-punch-feeble-chorus.

"Ooh To Be Ah" as pop James Joyce? A dare too far for me, but you have to salute the provocation




Lovely to see the former champion of Postcard turn against Orange Juice and Aztec Camera for their drift towards rockist orthodoxy...

Critics moved so fast those days, nothing stood in their way - values were provisional, metrics unstable,  stances susceptible to reversal... whether through a major rethink or a skittish impetuous whim