Posts Tagged ‘The Sundays’

Lost in the ’90s: The Sundays, “Cry”

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The Sundays began the ’90s by combining the best of the previous decade’s indie rock – The Smiths and the Cocteau Twins – with a wall of guitars courtesy of David Gavurin topped with the exquisite vocals of Harriet Wheeler.  Tasting near-immediate success with their debut, Reading, Writing and Arithmetic, and its single, “Here’s Where The Story Ends,” the group traded in atmospheric, jangly guitar pop heavy on the reverb.  A similarly flavored follow-up, Blind, followed in 1992, best known on these shores for featuring a dream-pop reading of the Stones “Wild Horses.”  Budweiser commercials beckoned, both albums went Gold, then the Sundays – vanished.

Five years later, the Sundays suddenly reemerged.  During their hiatus, Gavurin and Wheeler built their own home studio and recorded 1997’s Static & Silence.  Gone was the wall of reverb production, replaced by a cleaner sound that firmly placed Wheeler’s voice front and center.  A lot of the atmosphere from the first two albums was gone, but thankfully, the songs were still there, just brighter.  No tune on the set showcased this new direction more than the single, “Summertime,” which became a Top 10 Modern Rock hit and even hit #13 on the Adult Top 40 Chart (whatever that is).  Static & Silence became the band’s highest charting album and it looked like mainstream crossover success was next.

The second single chosen from the set, “Cry,” (download) was the song probably most like the Sundays of old.  A total 180 from the sunniness of “Summertime,” “Cry” dealt with loss and regret set to a downbeat guitar riff.  A huge fan of the Sundays’ first two discs, I, of course, loved it. (more…)

Mix Six: “Time”

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“Time, time, time, see what’s become of me.”

“Every year is getting shorter/Never seem to find the time/Plans that either come to naught/Or half a page of scribbled lines.”

“Learning that we’re only immortal for a limited time.”

Maybe because my birthday is coming up, I’ve been thinking about time; about how when I was younger, I had years to burn, that there were, as Spock said in The Wrath of Khan, “always possibilities.” But there comes a point in life where you cross some kind of line of demarcation, and the idealism that once propelled you to try something new, is now met with a kind of sober pragmatism. I know, “Mid-life crisis much?”  Perhaps.  And perhaps you’re feeling a bit like me now.  If so, then this mix is for you. If not, then enjoy these songs for what they’re worth.

“Robert Bradley’s Postcard,” David Mead (download)

It was Jefito who introduced me to David Mead’s music.  Back at my old blog (which no longer exists), I had a small but steady readership who enjoyed the weekly Mix Six — Jeff being one of them. One week, I did a really easy contest, and Jeff won the prize:  a chance to create his own Mix Six.  The lead song was this one, and I liked it so much that I bought the CD (Yeah, I bought it).  (more…)