• 01-08-2007, 12:06 PM
    noddin0ff
    Robyn Hitchcock: Ole Tarantula
    Another gift from Santa. This one is not a ‘solo’ album. It is Robyn Hitchcock and the Venus 3. The Venus 3 is Peter Buck (REM), Scott McCaughey (Young Fresh Fellows – yay!), and Bill Reiflin (Ministry, drums of course).

    As you might expect from a pretty solid backing band, the tunes are tight, punchy, and catchy. The album is up-tempo and solid, recalling for me Globe of Frogs and Jewels for Sophia most. But, I rather prefer his more idiosyncratic stuff. This one still has the typical goofy lyrics but feels too one dimensional for me. My Fav’s go toward the albums of the I Often Dream of Trains variety. I thought his more recent Spooked was probably his best album ever…moody, dreamy, absorbing, and quirky.

    I just don’t think the music of Ole Tarantula really showcases his lyrical obsessions with body fluids and such as well. It’s good alternative pop. But not a great album by my standards. But if you lean more toward the catchy, beatle-esque Robyn this lies far on that end of the spectum.
  • 01-08-2007, 12:54 PM
    bobsticks
    I might buy it just to check out the backing band.
  • 01-08-2007, 01:12 PM
    noddin0ff
    So, I wrote the first bit and then thought, that's kinda harsh I should go listen again. I think the problem for me is that the best parts of the album (for me) are in the last half. I can't quite get into the first few songs and kind of give up. I bet I'd think more highly of it if I started in the middle and looped around. 'The Authority Box' is really good...no clue what he's singing about. Gotta like the closing lines though...go Robyn.

    The Authority Box
    and the headgrenade
    Love is in the blade
    Noone ever touches
    Everybody watches everyone

    When the spoilt child
    Hits middle age
    Wants to turn the page
    The page is stuck with blood
    And you know whose blood it is
    'That will do nicely'
    Step this way sir
    After you'

    I call your name
    but you don't hear me
    I call your name
    But you're nowhere near me anyway

    Sweet 53
    My pink is red
    Unscrew my head
    Failure rips into my 'you're too old for this'
    With your vanity on
    So dual key
    So freedom fries
    So Texas vow
    You and your wife have teeth alive, now haven't you?
    Figure I know your love is nothing personal

    I call your name
    But you don't hear me anyway

    When the sun goes down
    I'm a lonely boy
    with a lonely kiss
    Say what you like about this
    But I'll never ever bother you

    I'm stepping out of my disease
    with a CEO and a budget horn
    You just married a guy who didn't know it yet
    Nothing wrong with failure
    Everybody does it

    Can you hear me?
    Can you hear me?

    Ah f-ck me I'm a trolley bus
    Yeah f-ck me--I'm a trolley bus
    Whoah f-ck me--I'm a trolley bus