I just got this double CD, a compilation of seven albums Momus put out between 1987 and 1993. Some extraordinary songwriting, the most literary lyrics in contemporary music (Bluestocking is almost entirely a list of the books his lover has read!) but not in a look-at-me-I’m-clever way, more like listening to one of your more intelligent and sardonic friends musing over a rinky-tinky cheap electro beat. The melodies are flowing, Europop, like the best of the Pet Shop Boys or early Scott Walker without the orchestras. I have many of these already on scratched vinyl or dull cassettes but hearing them again has me shocked at the guy’s talent. (If you’ve heard me sing Ricky, it’s based on Momus’s adaptation of Jacque Brel’s Jackie.)
14/12/06
Grabbed some study time (for Javascript) at work, which was good. In the evening went out to see friends Impossible Songs and Confushian at an Emergenza showcase evening. In the dark Jazz Bar, a genial compere tried his best to stir a sparse audience into awareness. The performances were all good, particularly a duo called … Read more