The Pogues "If I Should Fall From Grace With God" (1988) - got it
Good gravy, that is a whole other kettle of fish! I enjoyed the last
Pogues album in this list ("Rum, Sodomy & the Lash"), but this one
takes their punk-Celtic sound and spreads it out over a range of other
genres. From the jazzy nightclub swag of "Metropolis" to the
Middle-Eastern-sounding "Turkish song of the damned", the lolloping oompa of
closer "Worms", and of course the slightly drunken ballad of "Fairytale of New York" that has rightfully become one of the most beloved of the
modern Christmas songs. That last song featured vocals from Kristy
Macoll the wife of the band's producer Steve Lilywhite.
Their previous producer Elvis Costello had become romantically entangled
with bass-player Cait O'Riordan, who ended up leaving the band, leading
to a bit of a lineup shuffle prior to the recording of the album.
"Fairytale of New York" had originally been written with her in mind as
the female vocalist.
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Day 0556 - Rum, Sodomy & the Lash
The Pogues "Rum, Sodomy & the Lash" (1985)
Produced by Elvis Costello and titled with a quote attributed to Winston Churchill (said to be his take on naval tradition), this album is like shot of whiskey snorted straight to the brain.
Costello avoided studio polish, stating that it was his job to just get out of the way and capture them in all of their "dilapidated glory". The result is a blistering mix of celtic folk, punk energy, and MacGowan's 'gutter hymns'. This is a brilliant album, it has heart, it has spit and snarl, it has misery, humour. You couldn't ask for a better album for drinking, dancing and just straight-up listening.
Produced by Elvis Costello and titled with a quote attributed to Winston Churchill (said to be his take on naval tradition), this album is like shot of whiskey snorted straight to the brain.
Costello avoided studio polish, stating that it was his job to just get out of the way and capture them in all of their "dilapidated glory". The result is a blistering mix of celtic folk, punk energy, and MacGowan's 'gutter hymns'. This is a brilliant album, it has heart, it has spit and snarl, it has misery, humour. You couldn't ask for a better album for drinking, dancing and just straight-up listening.
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