Showing posts with label Julian Cope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Julian Cope. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

The 1984 Listening Post - Julian Cope - Fried

Julian Cope - Fried

#300 (I've made some numbering mistakes. Sorry)
November 9 1984
Julian Cope
Fried
4 out of 5

Highlights:
Reynard the Fox
The Bloody Assizes
O King of Chaos

This is a lot rawer than World Shut Your Mouth from the get-go and I already love it.
Cope gets a bit precious and wistful occasionally ("Me Singing") but, for the most part, it's unassuming and quite fun.
I never really cared for The Teardrop Explodes (although I love the name with an adoration and envy I can not express) and I really thought that last one by Cope was meh but, bully for him for coming out just a few months later with something as interesting and assertive as this.
I'm quite stunned at how much I enjoyed this. Stripped down, I would have told you that Julian needs MORE filigree and production, not less.
The space between the notes and the air he gives himself here is greatly appreciated.
I gave this an extra .25 above the average because my experience with it was unexpected.

https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/fried/599505560


Tuesday, January 29, 2019

Julian Cope - World Shut Your Mouth

Julian Cope - World Shut Your Mouth


#67
March 1984
Julian Cope
World Shut Your Mouth
3.5 out of 5

Highlights:
Kolly Kibber’s Birthday

I’m one of those people who thinks The Teardrop Explodes was a better name for a band than the music they created. The second song, “Metranil Vavin”, with it’s disjointed change in tempos is half a good song, marred by it’s determination to be…weird for the sake of. 
All I remember about Julian Cope was the rumors about drug use. And that’s when I wasn’t getting him confused with Jules Shear. Which makes zero sense. I’m really just tap dancing through this record. There’s not much here for me to hang on to, get excited about or even really all that interested. 
There’s a lot of confessional warbling here but no real songs. It’s like…poppy Smiths. 
The more you sit with Julian, the more he grows on you. And the more I feel bad for him. Whatever he’s going through, he should get some help.