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Pop Goes the World: “Ruby Trax,” Disc 2

Ah, now that’s more like it.

As we discussed in the previous PGTW installment, Disc One of Ruby Trax was a rather inauspicious first step for such an ambitious project. They had their pick of the UK’s top acts, and they thought that letting the Fatima Mansions creep their way, both literally and figuratively, through Bryan Adams’ “Everything I Do (I Do It for You)” was not only a good idea, but worthy of the opening disc? Huh.

And in the interest of full disclosure, that would not be the last lapse in judgment they would have. In fact, Disc Two of Ruby Trax, while far more consistent than Disc One, opens with Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine covering… “Another Brick in the Wall.” (Brought to you by Bad Idea Jeans.) On the surface, you might think that the boys behind “Sheriff Fatman” might be able to inject a little fun into Pink Floyd’s dark disco juggernaut, but no. Instead, they slow it down to a snail’s pace, and for no reason whatsoever, they shout “Motherfucker!” after the second chorus. Next.

The next two songs have been the subject of much discussion and debate, even between the bands themselves. Blur tackles “Maggie May” minus bassist Alex James (he was vehemently opposed to covering Rod the Mod and refused to play on the song), and how much you like this cover depends greatly on your reverence for the original. Personally, I like “Maggie May” but heard it more than enough growing up, so I’ll take Blur’s cover gladly, though it sounds like they recorded it in about 20 minutes. Then comes Tears for Fears’ note-for-note cover of David Bowie’s “Ashes to Ashes,” and once again I will admit my bias. One of my favorite Bowie songs being covered by one of my favorite singers, ever. I couldn’t care less that it’s identical to the original, since it’s a pretty hard song to “make your own,” as it were. Apparently Roland Orzabal had tried doing something left-field with it, but it wasn’t working, so they went the Gus Van Zant “Psycho” route instead. Orzabal acknowledged that the band more or less took the easy way out with the Bowie cover when compiling B-sides for the band’s Saturnine Martial & Lunatic album, but then said, “Still, it’s better than Blur’s version of ‘Maggie May.’ (Or is it?)” Yes, Roland, it’s better. But I like your version too, Damon. I’m such a kiss-ass. (more…)

Lost in the ’80s: Soft Cell, “What!”

It’s a shame that U.K. synthpop duo Soft Cell became the epitome of an ’80s one-hit wonder.  While they charted with several singles overseas, “Tainted Love” was their sole American hit, despite releasing several excellent singles and albums.  One of those unfairly ignored singles was actually the follow-up to “Tainted Love,” another Northern Soul remake called “What!” (download)

“What!” came a few months after “Tainted Love” and Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret’s release, a non-LP single to mark time until Soft Cell’s next album.  While non-album single releases were a regular thing in other parts of the world, it was still a relative rarity in the U.S., which may explain why it failed to chart, since record labels tend to ignore songs that don’t promote album sales.  “What!” also had a fun, Pop Art-inspired video that despite being pretty fabulous got scant airplay – that didn’t help matters much.  And yes, New Wave trainspotters, that’s Mari Wilson making a cameo:

An extended version of “What!” (download) finally appeared in album form on the Non-Stop Ecstatic Dancing remix LP a few months later after the single, but by then it was too late to help its charting chances.  That’s a shame – while “What!” may have been too similar to “Tainted Love,” it was still a great little single – much more upbeat than Soft Cell’s normal oeuvre – that deserved more than just a few weeks of bubbling under the charts.  Even sadder, it was the last single to make any noise whatsoever for the duo in the States, cementing Soft Cell’s standing as a classic one-hit wonder.

“What!” peaked at #101 on the Billboard Bubbling Under Chart in 1982.

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Bottom Feeders: The Ass End of the ’80s, Part 2

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I thank my dad for my love of ’80s music. My parents divorced before I can even remember, and I used to see my dad on weekends. Every weekend for years, he’d give me $20 and let me go in this little local record store run out of some guy’s house. You’d walk in and be immediately surrounded by a billion records. But right up front were the 45s, each of them $2. He would let me grab ten of them and wouldn’t charge me tax because “the government doesn’t charge kids tax.” If I remembered his name, I’d look him up today to see how long he’s in prison for some kind of tax fraud. It’s probably better that I don’t recall his name, but I do remember picking up the latest hits from Culture Club, Whitney Houston and Debbie Gibson, which as a 12-year old couldn’t have possibly been as lame as that sounds to me right now. I’d walk home with my dad and pop all ten of them on the record player (I still remember the turntable that actually held multiple records with the arm and would drop them one, sometimes two, sometimes three at a time those were the days). We’d actually fill out index cards with the name of the song and the artist and assign each record a number which we’d put on the inside of the sleeve in pencil, which might explain why I always feel the need to keep all my music in order.

You know, I never really thought about it before, but maybe this is partially why I had a secret desire to be a librarian, too. Up until now I thought it was the hot librarian ass I’d get back in the horticulture section while no one was looking, but maybe that’s not the case after all. Anyway, I still have a bucket of those records today, and while not one of them factors into my collection I started back over from scratch many, many years later it certainly was a jumping off point as to why I chose to love the ’80s. So I guess I need to thank my dad for this; if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be able to talk about shitty Corey Hart songs with you. The world works in weird ways.

Let’s keep on keepin’ on with the A’s this week. (more…)