Pop
CD of the week
Bravo Delta
Tom Cox on a gut-wrenching
band the 90s nearly left behind
Friday November 26, 1999
Delta
Laughing Mostly
(Dishy)
*****
If long-term memory is nothing more than
selective editing, and only pop's most weighty, visceral works are built to last, then
it's quite possible that in 50 years the Britpop era will be best recollected for the two
bands it ostracised. Earlier this year, we met Liverpool's Shack and thought their tragic
story of fire, drugs, mercurial brilliance and corporate incompetence indicated the
biggest music biz oversight of the 90s. We were wrong, because we hadn't met Birmingham's
Delta yet.
Laughing Mostly is richer and more
engrossing than anything by Shack. It's the last great album of the millennium - until you
peruse the sleevenotes and find out it was written in the mid-90s, and recorded at various
points over the last three years, as Delta (formerly late-80s janglers The Sea Urchins)
battled to untether themselves from an agreement with Acid Jazz that left them in an
infuriating state of dormancy, unable to release an album, but still under contract.
But don't let that put you off. Laughing
Mostly is one of those illusory mixed-bags that, despite pulling its material from
different climates, succeeds in being more coherent than most concept LPs. It's clear that
life was just as bad when Delta's sibling songwriters James and Patrick Roberts recorded
Low Flying in 1994 as when they recorded Mean Time in March 1998. The date might change,
but the obsessions - lack of dosh, fickle females, turn-of-the-70s West Coast pop - don't.
Strutting and sulking between the
psychedelic peaks of Spirit's Farther Along, Neil Young's eponymous debut album and Moby
Grape's Wow, this is music which accepts that its ingredients are second-hand, but
realises that a good record collection is often the best way to express a new emotion. You
can hear Delta's collective imagination working overtime, imagining that it's Jimi Hendrix
jamming with Spacemen 3 or The Byrds fronted by Randy California, but, finally, the result
is always a song that, in its unique way, tells the listener that convincing yourself you
feel bad is the best way to feeling good again.
Delta's playing is so in tune with their
moods, it's as if they have special settings on their guitars that say
"Desperation", "Difficult Girlfriend" and "Valour". The
track sequencing is brilliant, with its tendency to offset a piece of crippling emotional
honesty with an avalanche of psychedelic wig-out. Laughing Mostly reaches its peak with
the devastating Silly World, where the moan of "silly world" (changed on the
fade-out to "silly girl") is so swallowed by loss that it says more in two words
than most singers could in 50.
Normally, this would be the point where I'd
start asking large record companies to give Delta all their money. But not this time.
Cruel as it may seem, the best thing for Delta right now would be to stay locked away in
the Midlands, fed on small change and cheese crackers through the letterbox, and
intermittently led-on by loose women. It might be a silly world, full of silly girls, but
sometimes it's just got to stay that way for the good of male pop music. |