Fanfarlo - Talking Backwards
October 8th 2006 11:21
Fanfarlo are a lovely bunch. Ringleader Simon Aurell's is a tale oten told, of migration and new roots being planted thanks to the impeccable nurture of British music, after upping sticks and leaving Sweden. And it shows - 'Talking Backwards' is a particularly pretty example of Fanfarlo's brilliantly logical and simple pop, but containing enough salt and grit to make it smack of something much more interesting. It's got that same bass drum thud-thud as The Arcade Fire, but the same melodic sense of Hefner with some rambling about faked artistic intent. It all makes for a pulsing little baby of a pop song, egged on by its own intentions.
Even better, oddly, is the B-Side 'Tuesday (You Come When We Call)' with its beautifully measured saxophone/recorder duel and clever intricacies. The electronic burbles underneath are insanely well reigned in, providing an utter essential to the wonderful schmaltz and gloop of a tune over the top. The chorus melody is one that you will literally make you want to kill yourself because it is so depressingly good, so much better than anything you could think of on your own. 'You swallowed all that we put on your plate', Aurell lovingly intones. There is a sad, sad gravity to it all, but one lightened by the skewed pop-along-a-Spector layered all around the edges. The edges are the most important thing in this song - so as the recorder lightly yields at the very end, it becomes clear that you need to press the 'back' button on your stereo and put yourself through this nagging melancholy all over again. It's the only thing you'll want to do.
This may have been said before, but thank the Lord for that lovely Fortuna POP! bunch. Go see them and Fanfarlo on the dubbleyewX3.
Even better, oddly, is the B-Side 'Tuesday (You Come When We Call)' with its beautifully measured saxophone/recorder duel and clever intricacies. The electronic burbles underneath are insanely well reigned in, providing an utter essential to the wonderful schmaltz and gloop of a tune over the top. The chorus melody is one that you will literally make you want to kill yourself because it is so depressingly good, so much better than anything you could think of on your own. 'You swallowed all that we put on your plate', Aurell lovingly intones. There is a sad, sad gravity to it all, but one lightened by the skewed pop-along-a-Spector layered all around the edges. The edges are the most important thing in this song - so as the recorder lightly yields at the very end, it becomes clear that you need to press the 'back' button on your stereo and put yourself through this nagging melancholy all over again. It's the only thing you'll want to do.
This may have been said before, but thank the Lord for that lovely Fortuna POP! bunch. Go see them and Fanfarlo on the dubbleyewX3.
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