For all the pain and crap from which this record was made, the actual sessions were a gigantic and wonderful party. This was warmly received by The Outside World, less popular among those who counted themselves JBC afficionados. This IS the sound of me having fun, and getting me to do that in those dark days of mid-1991 was no small job.
The condition of The Jazz Butcher has indeed been blue - a
listless blue, a broken marriage blue. Solo outings from the
house wordsmith over the last year have been
heavy affairs - just him, an electric guitar and some serious
He's been making records for a good decade now - punning,
clever displays of hurt and revulsion - and his reputation as
an over-qualified weirdo is as hard to shake as it's unfair.
But with some classy help (
and Joe Allen of
of The Blue Aeroplanes) and some sad things
on his mind, he's hit a creative high.
She's A Yo-Yo
, the latest bulletin in the saga of the strange
American girl, is a killer.
and moody enough to let the Butcher's liquid voice explore
all the emotional contours and, as atmospheres as ya like,
Our Friends The Filth
sashays along on one of the most ingenious
arrangements of the year.
Lord knows how many people will buy this; probably not
very. But you should be one of them.