― Melissa W, Wednesday, 9 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I started off listening to pop, I suppose - loving Abba. I remember being on holiday in Wales and "Lay All Your Love On Me" coming on and just thinking, this is amazing.
Then when I went all rock in my early teens it was the Pet Shop Boys who reminded me what pop could do, with that string of No.1s they had in 87/88, and the Actually and Introspective albums.
Since then I've pretty much liked pop full-time. Britney's "...Baby One More Time", though, as I've said here before, was the track which really made me think that pop was brilliant/where it's at/the big thing currently - made me realise that I *loved* pop rather than just loving the charts.
― Tom, Wednesday, 9 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
University saw a swing towards indie/rock although ABC and The Human League happily co-habited with Motorhead and Throbbing Gristle on my shelves. Anyway, like Tom, I've drifted back and forth ever since, but never totally shunned either 'chart' or 'alternative'. One's no good without the other if you ask me.
Records which have swung me back towards pop over the years would include ABC - "Tears are not Enough", A-Ha - "Take on Me" and countless others.
― Dr. C, Wednesday, 9 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Omar, Wednesday, 9 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
However, while the bright spots shine so bright, I really do think that in the world of chart music the ratio of cool to stool is wayyyy lower than in other genres. just take Kylie - a long, long career, but only one good song. Britney looks like repeating that.
― The Dirty Vicar, Wednesday, 9 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― MJ Hibbett, Wednesday, 9 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Wednesday, 9 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Here were the three pop epiphanys: The Guess Who, The Dave Clark 5, and The Beach Boys.
I seriously think I choose those bands because of the reverb on those albums (although at the time I knew nothing about "reverb"). Sound coupled with songs=pop epiphany.
― Steven James, Wednesday, 9 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
With all due respect, this ridiculous assertion strongly suggests that *YOU NEED TO GET OUT MORE OFTEN, MELISSA!*
I've been posting long & hard here lately on the ILM boards about my abject hatred for the seemingly ubiquitous Destiny's Child, and my mind is still boggled by how many folks here whose opinions I otherwise heartily respect are apparently duped into appreciating them. I'm not sure where everyone else here lives, but here in the States, Destiny's Child are literally saturating the market place with the vile presence (all over VH1, MTV, on every magazine cover, in 1- 800-COLLECT commercials, etc.) and put simply, THEIR MUSIC IS SIMPLY NOT THAT EXCEPTIONAL!
Beyond the fact that they seem to have loathesome personalties fueled in equal parts by self-styled "diva" entitlement and sanctimonious uber-Christian righteousness, I can't hear why anyone would choose their mundane, workaday, oversung, glossed-out r'n'n cheeze-whiz over, say, En Vogue's! DC's lyrics are at best banal and at worst hackneyed. If a male pop group put out this many complaint songs about women, they'd be tarred with the epithet "misogynist" and burnt at a stake.
Their current single, the cloying "Survivor" not only mines an obvious opportunity to cash-in on the "reality"-based show of the same name (let alone appropriating Gloria Gaynor's signature tune to uncredited effect), but is in acutally JUST THE RE-HASHED MIDDLE-EIGHT OF THEIR LAST BIG SINGLE, "Say My Name." Why doesn't that bug more people like it bugs the beJesus outta me?!?!?!
Extra points against DC that have nothing to do with their music: - Beyonce is currently starring in a "hip-hopera" based on "Carmen." If the ludicrous conceit of that alone doesn't make your skin crawl right off your bones, then we clearly have to agree to vehemently disagree. - Perpetual DC second-fiddle Kelly Whatshername must be a replicant, as all the midriff-exposing photographs of her suggest that she simply has no navel, merely a quease-inducingly concave abdominal indentation that suggests the inner-workings of a labratory-created cyborg.
SHUN THEM!
― alex in nyc, Wednesday, 9 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
(sorry for garbled nature of post)
― Sean Carruthers, Wednesday, 9 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Judging from Melissa's original qn, the sounds-as-sounds are a way into pop for a lot of people, a way of taking pop seriously without confronting the emotional kick of pop. But I think that needs to be confronted - as Reynolds said in his end of year roundup (though with different ends) how did we start separating our listening out so much?
I don't have a problem at all, though, with the methods of creation. Bring it on. But the results in this case are wanting.
― gareth, Wednesday, 9 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Maybe pop doesn't tell much to people as much as might be thought on that level. I don't know...
My theory is the reason why they repeat their choruses 800 times in every song is because they can't write a proper verse. Their lyrics are boring and overwordy and pretty much interchangeable. I don't think there's any point in talking about Destiny's Child for anything besides the production and sonic values, which are pretty good (though not exactly experimental or adventurous in my opinion).
― Ally, Wednesday, 9 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
We are moving into an era where by fair means or foul you can find out *for yourself* what particular tracks sound like very quickly. The future of criticism therefore moves away from the universally oriented sound-describing and scene-tracking game and becomes networks of, essentially, friends (even disconnected-friends like this forum or a site-and-its-readers) thinking and recommending.
In other words I'm as interested in what the music does to you as what it sounds like. It's not an either/or thing - you can do both.
Granted, I do see what you're talking about a little bit, that new- pop-fans do focus first on the production values before giving in to the pop scene. But I think that's a temporary problem with it, not a permanent issue, it's a "transitory phase".
the song is not viewed as a whole and there's no attention lavished upon the emotional impact of pop music. today's strand is ripped out of its timeline and cut off from its forbears, e.g. the hormonally- charged music of spector, et. al.
and if this all is the case i can understand why you'd feel "cagey" as you say. i don't think it's the wave of the future and within a few years, i expect he critics to go back to their pre-max martin/timbaland stand on pop as guilty pleasure. it's a phase, is what i'm saying. whereas you and i will still be waving the flag, many of our current compatriots will have moved on to something new. i don't think it's anything to get worked up by.
― fred solinger, Wednesday, 9 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Patrick, Wednesday, 9 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sterling Clover, Wednesday, 9 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I have no problem with the discussion of sounds, but the discussion of sounds exclusively seems, occasionally, a little evasive. And Ned, I was re-reading some of your album reviews yesterday and I think you personally do combine personal impact and sonic analysis in a very strong, and individual way, so it clearly comes more naturally ;)
People will value *what they value* in the music they love. They may not express it in similar ways, maybe they won't express it at all! But that does not remove, hide or destroy the impulse, and the impulse is not invalidated because of what is valued. And if it *just* the sonics, then explain to me how that is somehow less valid than the words when it comes to hearing something and loving it.
Jesus H. "Soon" is fucking unintelligible. I can't talk about that record in any way other than sonics. It might not have the goddamn immediately, lyrically clear approach of "Be My Baby" or what have you, but that DOES NOT INVALIDATE MY EXPERIENCE WHEN I HEAR IT. And when I first heard it, time stopped, the world stood still, and I was rooted the spot. Call it encountering the sublime or whatever, but was I emotionally in thrall, and am I still emotionally in thrall? Unquestionably. Period. And somewhere in all those glazed guitars and rolling beats and those damn riffs and swirling sounds and whatever the fuck else is in that recording, I touch the divine.
I think now I understand what Tom is getting at...
Ned - I don't think that enjoying a record for its sonics is less valid than any other way. It's certainly the only level on which I enjoy "Are You That Somebody" (however great it is), and I thought other people might feel the same way. But if someone is moved to tears by "Say My Name", I'm certainly not going to argue with it - I *wish* I had the same reaction. I still think that there is some music which tends to go for the heartstrings more directly than other music, but yeah, that's a hugely subjective area.
Argh, Patrick you are SO WRONG. Ok, we'll just ignore for a second the fact that you put the satanic swedes on a parr with Ronnie Spector, but still...
Half of the emotional power of Be My Baby does *not* come from the words, but from the sonics. That song is all about the throbbing heart-beat like pounding of the introductory drums. It's all about the slight tremolo in Ronnie's voice, when you realise that she actually *means* those silly, insipid, sentimental words. I have listened to this song a thousand times, trying to figure out the magnetic hold it has over me. It's not the words- it's the performance, it's the instrumentation, it's the production- it's that damned VIBRATO on Ronnie's voice as she quavers through the "whoa-oa- whoa-oh-oh-oh".
I don't actually care about Timbaland, and I DC, well, they have some good pop hooks in their songs. But DON'T go telling me that the sonics aren't important, especially in the great 60s pop classics.
I've probably completely misunderstood this thead. What else is new.
― masonic boom, Wednesday, 9 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― james e l, Wednesday, 9 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Don't go off on him being "so wrong" when you put words in his mouth.
― Tracer Hand, Wednesday, 9 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
One other point. Old style records made by people playing instruments (including synths - so this is not an 'acoustic vs electronic' argument) in *real time* have little accelerations and timing anomalies that can convey emotion. Most modern r&b and pop has a steady tempo and quantised playing which flattens things out. Sonic novelty is actually essential to combat ennui.
― David, Wednesday, 9 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I always thought Lucky by Britney Spears was particularly sad but other people just don't get it and get annoyed that Britney could ever feel sad, even as a character, so maybe that's not a good example.
― Dave M., Wednesday, 9 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
If I was snobbish about anything in my teens it wasn't pop, it was the indie-schmindie that was then enjoying its brief moment as a kind of neo-AOR-pop. I went through a "moaning about all those crappy boybands" phase, it's true, but it was never kneejerkery. But it was the 99/00 pop boom that really refocused me, as for Tom.
― Robin Carmody, Wednesday, 9 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
[I grew up in the deep country, no TV at all till seven, little radio: parents' records aside, pop came in odd surges, some too scary-ugly- attractive to focus on directly — cf majorly Slade as discussed elsewhere, whispering malevolently in my dreams]
Piff#2: I'm 16, unusually ignorant of pop and hungrily gathering info from schoolpals, all boys at an all-boys school. They're more or less nothing but conformist Yes/Floyd fans: the exceptions Chris, a Sabbath/punk fan who had no friends but me (a good friend), and Gareth, a lone but fanatical Abba fan, who had no friends at all. Gareth was dislikeable, a fussy, clever pedant: aged 15, he was dating a married woman aged 35+, which made people dislike him more. This I usefully learnt from him: w/o myself knowing anything much abt Abba except that the median taste around me despised and feared them, I cd see how the brilliant intensity of Gareth's non-conformism sustained and cheered him. I admired this, w/o even slightly liking him more.
Piff#3: at college, an obsessive NME/Sounds reader and Peel follower and zero-tolerance pol-pot punker, I bought the world's tiniest, tinniest radio in order to hear pop "as it shd be heard" (guess I'd read this somewhere). In spring 1979 my first Free-Lunch astonishment: 'Mindless Boogie' by Hot Chocolate ("600 dead in Jonestown, very strange, very strange"). Somewhere round about this time I decided — punk rule #98564312 — that every record that got to No.1 was BY DEFINITION a great record: and that I had to learn to love it if I was ever to understand pop and/or the world. This theory foundered as an absolute in Jan 1983, with Men at work's "Down Under" (tho if truth be told, actually what failed is me, not the rule: I just cd not teach myself to love "Down Under").
― mark s, Wednesday, 9 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Er, by which I mean that you're arguing for some sort of purely literary lyrical distinction between genres. Which, of course, is false. Lyrical closeness doesn't tell you anything about theme, delivery, melody, image, accompaniment, rhythm, even basic things like key and chord progressions and harmony.
On another note, the rhythms of pop and rock aren't at all alike -- as a matter of fact, pop is consitantly surprising me with its rhythmic innovation -- and this is from all corners, not just the big names.
And no indie would not be as big if it had equal exposure to the current big acts. Why do I know? Because I used to try to "convert" friends to indie-bands. The lo-fi ones got a "this sounds like crap" response, as did the noise ones. As did most to nearly all, actually. At best a "this is sorta nice" and then of course they would go their merry ways and never think of it again.
I don't think I understand what you're saying. I was trying to point out how both sets are similarly dumb.
Playing some indie rock for your friends is nothing compared to the everyday exposure we get to songs like Nelly's Ride Wit Me. It is in no way comparable.
I can't accept that indie is somehow different from pop when it can just as easily be (and is) a subset of pop. If the Ramones used 303s, etc and Britney guitars etc., would that in fact change your mind about them at all? If so, then you don't value indie, you only value a certain kind of sonic approach over another, fair enough -- and you don't hate pop anywhere near what you claim it to be, when it sounds like you want pop, only dressed up to your tastes.
Frankly, I'd guess that indie people -- whatever *that's* supposed to mean -- are angry by and large because their own sonic and aesthetic biases and slants are not the ones in common currency, and seem to want to feel that theirs are automatically privileged and worthwhile precisely for that reason. Thanks, I'll do without that world. Complaining about modern pop while wanting to set up an alternative canon exclusively in its place merely replicates what you claim to hate. It makes more aesthetic sense to me to attack a performer, producer or what have you on their own grounds and their own worth as valued by oneself, rather that trying to set up such curious and limiting oppositions.
You are of course right about the lyrics. That's why I try to ignore them most of the time. ;-)
I'm sorry, this would surely be awesome...
I don't think you're closed-minded - you wouldn't be persevering with FT or the forum, or sitting down and listening to Britney and DC, if you were. You don't like pop because of the sounds, fair enough - that's a lot of why I don't like trip-hop or mainstream rock, too.
Now we've got that out the way, I disagree on a couple of things. For one thing, having simple or romantic lyrics isn't neccessarily 'asinine'. I don't think any of the songs I like are asinine, and I can't see why anyone would think the music they like is either. For another, when I talk about emotional impact, I am for the millionth time not talking about a form (sounds) vs content (lyrics) division - the two are as you suggest pretty much inseparable.
I'm talking about the way 'pro-pop' writers seem to treat pop as a research lab - here is the weird squelchy noise and here is the strange unresolved beat etc - without any discussion of how the music makes them feel. I have been guilty of this myself, obviously. And I don't think that the "fact" is that pop=sounds, at all. I doubt very much if the bulk of Britney's buyers are buying it or responding to it purely because of Max Martin's terrific production. I love reading about Max Martin's terrific production - I just want a criticism which takes other stuff into account too.
― Kim, Wednesday, 9 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Hm... Here's my thought, Melissa -- don't try so hard. That may sound flippant, but instead of actively searching for an experience, why not just let yourself be surprised? You never know, you might be blindsided in the best possible way by something you never thought you'd like. Happened to me, happened to a lot of us, all of us, maybe? Depth never has to wear a label saying 'deep' on it.
― Ned Raggett, Thursday, 10 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Melissa W, Thursday, 10 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
BTW, if you own records by all those artists on your page, congratulations, you just might have a collection that rivals Ned's ;).
― Patrick, Thursday, 10 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Tom was asking somewhere up there about records that break our hearts. The Rolling Stones' Exile On Main St does it for me - not so much in a sentimental weepy kind of way (not that there's anything wrong with THAT), but in that it just takes me all sorts of places emotionally where little music can take me. It goes way beyond just the quality of individual songs - it sounds like some godly force is driving them through the entire record, making their music feel like it never had before or since. It's unbelievably powerful to me.
In a more traditional heartbreaking vein, I'd nominate Pulp's "Something Changed", Heavens To Betsy' "Complicated", The Band's "Katie's Been Gone", The Drifters' "Up On The Roof" and Patti Smith saying "just watch me now !" at the end of "Piss Factory" as hugely moving moments. And about 5000 other songs I know.
― K-reg, Thursday, 10 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― MJ Hibbett, Thursday, 10 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sterling Clover, Thursday, 10 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Melissa W, Friday, 11 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Seriously though, it's true that pop's success *doesn't* rest on cool sounds/production etc. etc. But for me, listening to the sounds is pretty much how I listen to all music these days. Getting into The Buzzcocks, I can appreciate the lyrics and the energy and the pure songfulness on one level, but it's the krautrock-lite grooves, the use of dynamics, the zippy basslines, the sudden bursts of sing-song harmonies, Shelley's deliriously unbalanced vocals etc. that make the connection, that make me emotional. So for me talking about my response to the music is pretty much synonymous with raving about its constituent parts, whether electronic or not. "Born To Make You Happy" may have had a greater effect on me than any other pop song these past two years, but sung by anyone other than Britney or produced by anyone other than Max Martin it would probably be useless to me.
― Tim, Friday, 11 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― the pinefox, Saturday, 12 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― gareth, Saturday, 12 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― the pinefox, Sunday, 13 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)