Heart & soul
Roddy Woomble completes his transformation from teenage shouter to confident crooner
POP
Roddy Woomble: Lo! Soul
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St Vincent: Daddy’s Home
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Gary Numan: Intruder BMG
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My, how they’ve grown – Idlewild are 25 years old. Actually, they were 25 years old in 2020 but have deferred the birthday party until later this year. One clear cause for celebration is the satisfying way in which one of Scotland’s most influential bands have matured over the years, producing some of their best work across their post-hiatus albums, Everything Ever Written and Interview Music.
Their frontman Roddy Woomble has enjoyed a parallel creative development over the course of his solo career, from teenage shouter to thirtysomething folk fan to confident crooner on latest album Lo! Soul, a collection of classy, leisurely pop which recalls at times the lush, timeless tunes of his namesake Roddy Frame as well as the evocative elegance of The Blue Nile.
Lo! Soul is a remote collaboration with Idlewild keyboard player Andrew Mitchell, whose solo work as Andrew Wasylyk marks him out as a trusty go-to guy for absorbing arrangements. Glasgow-based musician Danny Grant also adds gentle, atmospheric electronica to Woomble’s acoustic sketches, created in his Hebridean home.
Woomble travels in his mind, first to California on the light, summery pop of Architecture in LA with its characterful synthesizers, sunny trumpet and blithe backing vocals from Jill O’sullivan, and then to Paris on melancholy missive …
It’s Late with its fuzzy, crepuscular piano track. There’s even a flavour of plangent oriental percussion on the touching snapshot Dead of the Moon, but Woomble lands right back on Mull for Atlantic Photography, a spoken word meditation backed with resonant piano and eddying Enoesque electronica.
Secret Show creates a more unsettling tone with its mournful, chiming percussion and grey area electronica, while the skittering beat, rhythmic vocals and milky synths of As If It Did Not Happen sound a more strident note in an otherwise mellow collection which is a pleasure to behold.
Annie Clark, aka St Vincent ,isa world class guitar shredder and audacious stylist. As a songwriter, however, she is often more to be admired than loved. Her latest album, Daddy’s Home, could change that. Banish all thoughts of Cliff Richard – this playful party collection has been inspired by her father’s release from prison (he served a decade on a fraud conviction) and by his record collection of grimy 70s NY funk.
This love letter to her New York home makes reference to director John Cassavettes and sweet, gentle tribute to Warhol superstar Candy Darling, but is also blatantly influenced by the Minneapolis maestro Prince. If the conscious funk of Pay Your Way In Pain does not quite reach the epic social comment heights of Sign of the Times, it is still a strong protest against economic debasement.
Elsewhere, Clark takes a leaf out of Beck’s book of rapturous reverie on Live in the Dream, which she bolsters with a leisurely, sprawling fuzz guitar solo. The Laughing Man is similarly expansive, with languid, ravishing reminisences of “half pipes and Playstations, suicidal ideations,” while the wry My Baby Wants a Baby makes musical reference, unwitting or not, to Sheena Easton’s 9 to 5 (Morning Train). Rather than mooning about at home, St Vincent is wrestling with what (potential) motherhood might do to her career. On this fiery, funky form, she has nothing to worry about.
Gary Numan continues to give decent dystopia. His latest album, Intruder, is another brooding slice of ecogeddon shot through with the synthesized Middle Eastern promise of his recent commercial successes, Splinter and Savage, though the earth-dies-screaming theme doesn’t really rev up until the second half of the album with the industrial rock urgency of The Chosen and widescreen synthscape of Saints and Liars.
CLASSICAL Alexandra Whittingham: My European Journey Delphian
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Scots-based label Delphian has a track record when it comes to talent-spotting guitarists. Its first success was the classy Sean Shibe. He recently switched label, but a worthy replacement is the young British guitarist Alexandra Whittingham, whose debut album My European Journey reveals a player of sound ability and creative charisma. She’s already gained prominence on Youtube, where her presence has accumulated significant following, but this launch album of seminal 19th century repertoire marks her true “coming out.” Predictably, there’s music from Spain, by Franciso Tárrega and Jaime Bosch. Just as flavoursome are works by JK Mertz (Austro-hungarian), Catharina Josepha Pratten (Germanborn Londoner) and populist Englishman Ernest Shand. By the it comes to showcase Fantasie brilliante e facile by Italian Luigi Legnani, Whittingham is on fire.
Gary Numan’s latest is a brooding slice of ecogeddon shot through with synthesized Middle Eastern promise