Welcome all to ππΌπ»π»πΌπΉπΉπβπ ππΌπΏπ»π²πΏ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of πππ¬ πΌπ§π©ππ¨π© ππ₯π€π©π‘ππππ© playlists.
πππ«π ππ€πͺ (ππππ©. πππ§π§ππ£ππ & πππ ππ₯π©ππ’ππ¨π©πππ¨) – π½π§ππ£ππ€π£ πππππ€π‘ππ¨
Charles enjoys the weatherβ¦
What is it about the sunshine that makes us smile? βHow would YOU know, CC? Youβre in England!β – Okay, let me clear up this myth once and for all. I donβt live in Yorkshire (the North), I live in London (the South). London gets tonnes of great weather. It does not rain all the time. In fact, it is usually not raining. We get far more sun than rain. The sky is usually kind to us in London. So, seeing the sun is quite normal. These days, summer is no longer βcross yer fingers and hope for the odd day of okay weatherβ. Summer in London is pretty bloody similar to the rest of Europe – thank you, global warming (or coincidence, depending on whose side youβre on)β¦ Right now, Europe is going through the most tremendous heatwave, and England is no exception. Last week was hot, this week is hot, and next week will be hot. And when I say hot, I mean tomorrow will apparently be 37Β°C (roughly 99Β°F for those of the traditional system). So, to conclude, it is a myth that London gets dismal, cold, wet weather at all times.
Where was I? Oh yes. I was being English in talking about the weather. Despite being oh-so used to lovely weather for quite a lot of the year, we English are still stuck on auto-mode. We get excited when the sun comes out. We plan to get outside and burn. Actually, we tend not to plan. We instead simply rush out like impatient dogs; flip-flops at the ready (slap-slap, slap-slap – who doesnβt hate that sound?). But I think the biggest change is our frame of mind. It suddenly doesnβt really matter to us that our Prime Minister is stepping down. The increasingly extortionate prices of just about anything seem just irrelevant. An incompetent police force seems unimportant at a time when crime seems unfathomable. World affairs are that of the World, not of our own. Wars continue to ensue, βbut it ainβt MY warββ¦ We instantly crave a personal happiness; contentment within oneβs own mind. And so, into the rays we go! A queer sensation occurs below the noseβ¦ It is an involuntary smile, complete with the unfounded βassuranceβ that everything is going to be okay. Nay, everything is going to be completely and utterly tickety-boo (a glorious little English term roughly meaning hunky-dory).
Have you noticed – providing they are not too irritable from the unbearable swelter – that people are kinder when the sunβs out? I do NOT include drivers in this statement – their angry resentment seems to be present no matter the season. Outside of the tin can on wheels, though, you yourself are kinder, no? Have you noticed? The scene is blissful, and you want it to stay that way. But itβs no fun being the only happy person. Like The Turtles, we want to be βHappy Togetherβ. There is an air of universal optimism brought on by nothing but golden rays. Such a simple trigger, but I am just so grateful for such a trigger. It puts a delightful spin on the term βtrigger-happyβ. And so, you leave the house. Music playing through your lugholes and a confident swagger in your step. Naked arms and naked ankles. The lightest breeze saving you from overheating. Itβs glorious! And yet, you turn the corner, and some poor womanβs shopping bag has split; her purchases rolling into the roadβ¦ In duller weather, one might choose not to have not noticed and just so happen to cross the road while looking in the opposite directionβ¦ βDoo doo-dooβ¦ Nothing to see hereββ¦ But in this heavenly sunshine, you find yourself stooping down to help the lady, smiling all the while. It just isnβt conscious. You have become the automatic saint. There is nothing to gain from this act of kindness, and yet you do it so instinctively, as though the poor unfortunate is your own mother. The lady is bowled over by your manners, and once again, that Turtles song bellows through the horns of an ice cream van.
But enough of sheltered reptiles. Shelter is the last thing on our minds right now. We want sun and music. We have the sun. Check! So, what music do we pick for such cloudless times? The Beach Boys? Would make sense, but I want something fresh. Something modern, but with a golden hue of familiarity. Perfect; I have just the thing. Are you feeling positive yet? I do hope so. But if youβre still heavily frowning, fear not! The Optimists are here! Or rather, the Optimisticsβ¦ Please welcome Brendon Nicholas and Terrence & The Optimistics! This is New Zealand at its finest. Those of you who have quietly wondered the whereabouts of Old Zealand, let me quench that mild intrigue of yours. Old Zealand (Zealand) is the western-most coastal part of the Netherlands. It translates simply as sea land (for obvious reasons). New Zealand was discovered by a Dutchman who named it New Zealand. Which frankly is a rather lazy naming scheme, but I canβt help but feel this isnβt exactly too important right now. Anyway: ponderance quenched. What with this βnewβ land being rather spoilt for sun, both Brendon and Terrence are natural optimists. They also make up the total of said Optimistics.
Usually, the duo likes to have Terrence Bull as the lead songwriter and general all-round music man, so that Brendon Nicholas can be the voice of the song. ALL CHANGE!! This time, Terrence takes a backseat, remaining only for mixing duties (a thoroughly underrated role – ahem). Brendon has all hands on deck for their latest song, βSave Youβ. To put it crassly, this is Brendonβs baby. He wrote the song, sang the song, and played all the instruments. βSave Youβ is a joyous tune. It lifts the Venetian blinds to the ceiling, allowing the sunlight to drench your view as you sip that mandatory morning coffee in contemplation of the inevitably great day ahead. You feel like Superman when Superman has been Superman for a long time. Youβre just used to being brilliant. To give you an idea of the sound weβre talking about here, think Weezer, The Beach Boys, Ben Folds Five, Sean Ono, Joan Jett, Beck, Dodgy and The Shins. But mainly, think Eels. No, not those repellent things that squirm when you squirm. The band. Itβs uncanny how much Brendon sounds like Mark Oliver Everitt, Eelsβ lead singer. Which to me can only be a good thing. In October of last year, I mentioned the idea of how Michael Jackson would have sounded in the β60sβ¦ Well, now I again seem to be brought back to the same concept, but this time with a different artist. βSave Youβ is how I imagine Nirvana to sound, should they have been around in the β60s. Itβs a funny idea, but I must say, I do like this little game of placing a certain artist in a completely different era, then imagining what they would sound like (I also have images of them in my mind, and itβs quite amusing). This is far more fun than not bothering with the imagination part and just requesting HAL (A.I.) to make this happen before our very eyes. We mustnβt have substantial brain rot before the decade (or year) is out. This will happen naturally – just give it time.
βSave Youβ is a song about helping people. Itβs incredibly upbeat without being soppy in the slightest; mainly due to its fist-thrust-high manner with a rocking riff to match. But it is not without hippie sentiment, man. After an instrumental chorus for starters, these verses chime high with that clean Rickenbacker-like jangle; vocal melodies to the fore. Harmonies bloom as though itβs Motherβs Day. And then our bright sun rises for the chorus! The intro riff comes into fruition with spectacular tight vocals: βDo you, need me, to save, to save you?β – itβs earnest, honest and willing. Proof that once we are okay within ourselves, we will naturally come to the aid of others. Howβs THAT for optimism?? After two rounds of a chorus fit for a pub singalong, weβre pretty much at the halfway mark. Too early for a bridge, surelyβ¦ Nope. It certainly feels like the right point for a change. This bridge does just what a bridge should do: itβs an alternate flavour of the same ilk. We havenβt journeyed to a foreign land, but merely moved to the garden for a change of scenery. And like all pro bridges, it segues perfectly back into the next chorus. The thing is, normally in βsong-formβ this would be the final chorusβ¦ Thereβs a reason that bridge came earlier than usualβ¦ We have enough time now for a brief but excellent guitar solo! NOW we get our final chorus. The thing is, this song wouldnβt really hold together without Terrenceβs part. The mix is solid, unified and enjoyable. You probably wonβt be aware of the mixβ¦ While sounding like an affront, this is in fact high praise for any mixing engineer. The mix should be invisible. And doesnβt the duo work well as a twosome? I should say so; they grew up together, having known each other for 45 years!!
βSave Youβ is just so fun! Full of exuberance and vim! The perfect song for my wander in the English sunshine.
Thereβs a fresh, new zeal to it all. The old zeal is Dutch.
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