‘Tom Slatter is a quintessentially British eccentric with a quirky imagination who has produced some of the most innovative progressive music in recent years.’ – Prog Magazine
This will be on the next album. Yes there will be a next album. I haven’t been discouraged yet.
At some point there’ll be a proper version of this with instruments playing those ‘ooh oh oh’ melodies and an extended middle section with a solo or two. This is the acoustic version.
Went to sea in a sieve or say they say
Where the devil fish roll in the boiling waves
Coming home is such sweet joy
Coming home a man, the boys that went to sea stayed away
Went to sea,
Sharpening a blade
There were serpents to hunt, there were monsters there
And the black waves rolling in
Come to drown and come to sink
Oily graves for us all
We’re men of the world,
But is this the world that we were men of?
Oh how it’s changed
has nothing stayed the same?
We’re men of the world,
But is this the world that we were men of?
Oh how it’s changed
how it’s changed
Islands in the dark
Islands in the blue sea
Islands in the dark
Islands in the blue sea
We’re men of the world,
But is this the world that we were men of?
Oh how it’s changed
has nothing stayed the same?
We’re men of the world,
But is this the world that we were men of?
Oh how it’s changed
how it’s changed
A lovely man named Diego has reviewed Three Rows of Teeth. He said this: “Tom Slatter’s Three Rows Of Teeth is a great example of ‘self-made’ music where you can enjoy both complex and regular music with deep pleasure.”
Even more exciting is this comment underneath the review: ‘can not say I’m a fan of Tom Slatter, I just think he should pick a style and stick to it… ‘ which I think is going to look great on posters…
On Monday I arrived home to find a broken kitchen window, a missing laptop and a bedroom that had clearly been briefly ransacked.
Now I’ve always been relatively liberal on issues of crime and punishment. The right-wing ‘lock-em up’ approach is clearly the soft, less effective option.
However, it is also the emotionally satisfying one, so finding myself the victim of crime, my first reaction was the desire to meet whoever broke into my home and hurt them with a large mallet. The next day, speaking to neighbours, I found myself agreeing with the empty statement ‘they’re evil’, which isn’t actually a helpful attitude.
Funny how your emotions don’t listen to reason.
So that evening was ruined, which was particularly annoying as Joe had come round to work on guitar parts for September’s gigs. We didn’t make much progress with that. Instead the police arrived and I briefly lived in the world’s most boring episode of CSI. The highlight of this was the momentary suspicion that we had found blood. This turned out to be paint.
This was followed by a long day waiting for glaziers, buying and fitting various locks and so on.
So things haven’t been going so well in the Slatter family the last couple of weeks. Things have difficult, my better half has been unwell. Now you may have noticed from the lyrical content of my songs that I’m not given to confessional writing. I’m not one to share deep personal things with you. So I’ll be all British and spare you the details.
However, I’ve been forced to cancel my appearance at this weekend’s 2nd Annual Steampunk solstice, and pull out of a couple of gigs with TheSuperminx70 as well (Luckily they found a lovely bloke to dep for me). I’ve never pulled out of gigs before, and despite having very good reason to do so I can’t avoid hearing the director from the youth theatre group I spent many years in saying ‘You only miss performances for hospitalization or death’. Intellectually I know it’s fine and people understand, but emotionally I can’t help but feel bad to be breaking commitments.
But enough of this maudlin stuff. Instead I’ll tell you about the lovely things people have said and done that really cheered me up.
Lovely People
First, Andy comissioned me to write him a song for his steampunk character. I finished it last week and sent him a copy – he liked it, and said nice things. You can hear it to over on the fan page.
Second, Leo and Brian and Ian. Ian played Three Rows of Teeth on his podcast, which appears to have led to a few new people discovering my music. Leo bought the last of my double album special offers and Brian bought one of the last five copies of Ironbark – and they both were generally very nice. Which is good.
At the risk of sounding all sincere and decidedly un-British, it is genuinely wonderful to have people I’ve never met saying how much they like my music.
The Next Gig, and a Free Sampler
I’m performing on Sunday 14th July at the Markfield Steam Museum, Tottenham Hale. I’ve put together a free taster/sampler thing, which I have called ‘Coghead – a free sampler consisting of songs, ditties and shanties that may or may not be performed in the course of Mr Slatter’s solo engagements in the Summer months of the year of our Lord two thousand and thirteen.’
Snappy title eh?
So if you want a free copy, go ahead. If you already have the tracks, feel free to send a link to a friend.
Seven-Bells John is a character who haunts a few of my narrative songs. However, you don’t know which ones. Perhaps, at some point, I will let you know.
Or perhaps not.
This track was almost part of Spinning the Compass, but I didn’t finish it in time. It’s a sort of mini epic – ten minutes in five acts, with an extended instrumental bit in the middle that contains what I regard as some fo my best melody writing.
At some point I’ll write the sequel to this, ‘Seven-Bells Redeemed’.
Probably.
The Trial of Seven Bells John
1. The Prosecutor:
We’ve heard the accusations,
We’ve heard the counter claims
I say you’re guilty sir,
The evidence is plain
The blood upon your clothing,
The powder in your hair,
The looking glass smashed to shards,
And no-one else was there,
Tell the truth,
Say it plain,
There’s not a jury in the land would clear your name
We’ve heard the accusations,
We’ve heard the counter claims
No matter what you say, your guilt is plain
2. Seven Bells defends himself:
Your honour what you’ve heard here
It makes a saucy tale
The truth is I’m not a saint
My good intentions fail,
On the night in question,
I was on the train it’s true,
But not in the ladies cabin,
Past the hour of two,
Don’t believe the things they say
Don’t believe the deeds attached to my good name
You’re honour what you’ve heard here
A travesty, a joke
I’m honest as a summer day is long.
I’m honest as a summer day is long.
3. The Newspapers
Come read the latest news of the villain Seven Bells,
Murder on the locomotive, a journey straight through hell,
Three shots fired and one shot struck, pistol to the head,
The only alibi that could get him off free from a witness who has fled
A criminal who claims that he has changed the way he lives,
Previous convictions of the kind you don’t forgive
Says he met the lady for an honest tete tete
Left her in her rooms before the hideous event.
Come read the latest tale of a twisted murderer
Innocent girl shot to death just because she turned him down
Pay no mind to his stories or his wicked lies,
The only path to justice is to see that the villain Seven Bells Dies
4. Seven Bells Contemplates his Fate (Instrumental)
5. Summing up
You’ve heard the sordid details,
You’ve heard the saga through,
The evidence presented
The verdict’s up to you
A woman left for dead
on crowded midnight train
the killer fled into the night
But we all know who’s to blame
So say it right and say it true,
Guilty is the verdict you must choose
We’ve heard the accusations,
We’ve heard the counter claims
Now Seven Bells has got a price to pay.
Seven bells has got a price to pay.
You may have noticed that I’ve been relatively quiet the last few weeks. That’s because I have just moved house and internet access has been patchy.
Yup, that’s right – an actual house. Whodathunkit?
We’ve just got ourselves a slightly neglected little victorian place just to the North of London. It includes a couple of very nice fireplaces, such as this one:
And a little outbuilding thing at the back which is most probably going to be turned into a little music room.
It needs a little work. At the moment it’s all bare walls and dodgy electrics (and, yes, the box to our Dalek Cookie Jar. What do you mean you don’t have one?)
So watch this space for dull updates about my inept attemps at DIY as I try to fix that up into a working, albeit tiny, music room.
PS. this weeks success included installing our new washing machine. This probably counts as the most masculine achievement in my life to date. I doubt I will top it.
I am hugely flattered that anyone might write something so in depth based on my stuff, and tickled by the use of the word ‘habitué’ to describe you, dear listener.
I wouldn’t call you ‘habitués’ of my music. I’d call you listeners. Music monkeys. Eared scum.
No I wouldn’t really, but I do like the phrase ‘eared scum’.
Tis true, tis true. I like a song with a story and have enjoyed several musicals. I know many of them are lightweight, but Phantom of the Opera, Jekyll and Hyde, Les Mis, Sweeney Todd – all of these I know and love. I know admitting so will wipe away whatever vestiges of street cred I might have had left, but a guilty pleasure wouldn’t be a guilty pleasure if you didn’t admit to it.
I also love Meatloaf, a few bits of folk and a hell of a lot of metal and prog rock that also has a narrative focus. I’ve never been keen on opera, mostly because of the singing style, but that aside, narrative music appeals to me.
That said, here are three works of narrative popular music that I have enjoyed and would recommend.
Operation Mindcrime by Queensryche
You have to be able to cope with 80s metal hairstyles and cheesy metal to full enjoy this one, so if those aren’t your thing best to stay clear. Operation Mindcrime however, is bloody fantastic. Musically it’s all singalong choruses and duelling guitar solos. The story is a relatively well-developed one about hypnosis, revolutionaries, madness and the evil, manipulative ‘Dr x’. It’s very comic book in tone – melodramatic and emo – which isn’t a criticism as far as I’m concerned.
There was a sequel, which has some okay songs on it and continues the story, but I wouldn’t call it essential. The original however is well worth a listen.
Sweeney Todd
No, not the movie. That’s okay, but actors aren’t singers and you want to hear this with proper singers. Again, this is pure, macabre melodrama – gore and murder and lust and innocence-destroyed. And lots of dark humour. The recent London cast is very good, as is the original recording (although the accents are a little interesting on that as the American singers understandably don’t get every cockney vowel sounding perfect).
Musically this is complicated stuff for the West End – Sondheim has a deft hand with lyrics and a very pleasing attitude to discord. He has a way of mixing simple melody with off-colour harmony that perfectly complements the subject matter.
Outside – The Diaries of Nathan Adler, or The Murder of Baby Grace Blue, a gothic drama hyper-cycle
More melodrama and dark humour here (I know what I like) in the fourth album that Bowie and Eno made together. It may be heresy to say it, but for me this is a far stronger work than the original Berlin albums they made together.
Of course it is not nearly as influential as them, but it’s a more accomplished work and a more satisfying listen on the whole. However, it suffers somewhat from the superfluous addition of ‘Strangers when we meet’ at the end – which apparently was added at the record company’s behest when they realised what an uncommercial record Bowie had made. A perfectlygood song, but out of place on this album.
Outside’s story, told in the liner notes, details PI Nathan Adler’s investigation of the murder of Baby Grace, who’s death appears to be connected to some rather unlikely works of modern art.
Modern Art was clearly an influence – At the time Bowie and the artist Damien Hirst were apparently concocting plans to attach the head and genitals of a bull to the corpse of a man who had left his body to art – or so the story goes. A similar image can be seen in the liner notes for the album.
Lyrically Outside is a masterpiece. The album was written via improvisations, with Bowie running his story through randomisation software to create some truly unhinged nonsense – The Voyeur of Utterdestruction as Beauty – which nevertheless hints at meaning because of it’s origin as a coherent story.
Musically it achieves amazing things too – neon gothic layers of synth and guitar, samples and percussion. Even an update on Major Tom in the form of ‘Hello Spaceboy’.
Outside does what I think the best narrative songs do – asks questions, gives hints to the story, but doesn’t spell everything out.
Of course you can’t do that with musicals like Sweeney Todd where the point is to tell a story. Outside is primarily an album of music that uses narrative and one of its ingredients – something that I tend to do with my own music.
So far my musical narratives have been steampunk. I think I have maybe one more thing to say that fits into that genre, before I try my hand at another. I may be wrong, we’ll see what the muses say, but whatever I do next, narrative is sure to play a big part in it.
First there are the words in the title. To my English ears the word ‘shop’ is more appropriate than ‘store’, and I have no love of vinyl and no desire to own a record when good quality audio files are an option.
What? You think those are shallow points, hardly worth making? Well it’s my blog and I shall say what I want.
I am all for supporting independent artists. I’m currently getting ready to move house, and in doing so I’ve got rid of a lot of CDs. The ones I’ve kept are, by and large, independent albums. I’ve kept these not because I ever listen to the physical CD – they were all ripped to hard drive once I bought them – but because I value the transaction and the opportunity to support an artist I like.
But shops? Bricks and mortar shops? I can’t stand the things. I have no desire to go out to a special place just to buy things, I have no desire to have to queue up with others, to take the risk that what I want isn’t in stock, to be inconvenienced by those who take up space ‘browsing’ rather than having a definite idea of what they’re going to purchase so they can get in and out very quickly. In short, shops bemuse and annoy me, and just because some of them sell music doesn’t suddenly make them worthwhile.
If you like them, go ahead, no problem, I’m not suggesting we get rid of shops, but I don’t want to bother with them.
Don’t you think that’s needlessly negative? Lots of people do value the chance to browse in a physical space. Lots of people want to support their friendly independent record shop and browse its shelves for interesting and obscure vinyl releases…
Fine, lovely, let them do it, I’m not interested, it seems needlessly out of date and a waste of time to me. Also this obsession with physical things seems a little weird, and there’s just a self-satisfied, pretentious feel to a lot of it. Like people who go to farmers’ markets or buy organic food because they think they’re making an ethical choice rather than trying to say something about their status and class.
Blimey, attacking organic food and farmers markets as well? As if you’re not pretty middle class yourself, with your Guardian and your fluffy liberal views
Shut up. You are essentially me, and I’m buggered if I’m going to spoil another blog post with a mock argument with myself in a lame attempt to be funny. It’s bad enough I just wrote that sentence to preempt any accusations of not being funny. Let’s just get on with something worthwhile…
Right, here are some good indie records:
Let’s Build An Airport – Matt Blick
This Ep, by Matt Blick, is really rather spiffing. He writes a blog on the Beatles and you can really hear the influence here. In a good way. Highlights: [Everything is] Broken with it’s 7/4 rhythm, interesting instrumentation and fantastic chorus and Let’s Build an Airport which is a perfect little pop song.
Ghost – Matt Stevens
This has just been reprinted, so you can go buy it and own it and hold it, which I assume will assuage your weird record fetish. Oddball that you are. I recently described it thus:
‘Ghost used to be my go to album for washing up and visiting the gym, now it’s more likely to accompany me as I fall asleep on trains in the morning. It’s that good (Sorry Matt, that was supposed to sound like an endorsement. It came out kinda mildy sarcastic). Look, buy the album, it’s good. I am being serious.’
Nick Tann – The Vinyl Project
Yeah he’s into vinyl, which as we’ve established, is weird. But 3am is a bloody good song with a chorus that will not leave your head, and the rest of the songs are great too. Well worth it, even if he does like vinyl.
So there are 3 indie records you could/should buy. But don’t go to shops. Shops are full of people, and we all know people are overrated.
I thought I’d start highlighting some of my old songs, just to highlight some of the stuff I’m proud of that you might not have heard.
Lines Overheard at a Séance is from my first solo album, Spinning the Compass. I composed it for FAWM 2009 and it was almost entirely improvised, pretty much as you hear it now.
The basic chords, melody and lyrics were written in perhaps twenty minutes. I sat down at the keyboard, chose a suitablyodd chord to begin with, then just started playing.
Lyrically what came to mind as I played – although I subsequently tidied things up for the final version.
Thankfully, when I realised what the title should be, it all made sense. The words hint at murder and corpses buried in secret, but never spell out exactly what they mean.
I am rather fond of it. And you can download it for free, should you choose.