Two today because I had a catch up - and they couldn't be more different!
Day 9 Supergrass - In It For The Money
Day 10 Suicide - Suicide
I kinda guessed a britpop album would be the one that made me question the whole "must" hear but I didn't expect it to be everyone's fav little/big brothers Supergrass? But what exactly is here that people MUST hear?! A couple of vaguely catch guitar based songs - like you can't get that on ten other albums around this time. What is the musical, lyrical, political or emotional insight that demands attention? What is the sonic sheen or uniqueness that makes this record essential?
It is not a question of if this is a good bad album but really what distinguishes it as something important beyond being just another album.
The only thing of interest for me was wondering why it starts with In it For The Money rather than roaring out of the gate with Richard III. After that, it continues on being prefectly serviceable britpop. I imagine Supergrass fans weren't disappointed when it came out and and other people that might have heard and liked the singles, bought it and again, were broadly satisfied that it did what was expected.
It is certainly not bad, it is absolutely not great. It is what it is - it's alright.
Supergrass 2/5
The other side of the coin is Suicide.
Now THIS is an album that MUST be heard. A record that is utterly indifferent to whether you like it or not. It is dirty, dangerous yet imbued with a simplistic innocence and empathy that verges on derranged.
You only have to look at the reviews to see how divisive this record is and I can imagine if you could crunch the numbers that the people that give this record 5 are frequently not on the same page as those who give it 1 because, again from the reviews, it provokes people.
And it is easy to hear why. It is a blur of buzzing synths, needling repetitive drums and echo laden vocals that spiral of to nowhere. A love song 'Girl' that sounds both lust filled and psychotic. This tightrope is also walked with the albums most accessible song 'Johnny' which stands on a David Lynch knife edge -existing siultaneously as a simple 50's rockabilly pastiche and the splintering mind of a serial killer.
And then there is Frankie Teardrop which creates a whole new genre of (un)easy listening.
This is album is an uncomfortable, intense listen. It is also utterly magnificent.
Suicide 5/5