Send Away The Tigers

Generic Ratings: 1: Crap. 2: Okay. 3: Good. 4: Great

If any fans were put off by the experimental, electronic sounds of Lifeblood, then the opening track of Send Away The Tigers should see those fans sighing in relief. They play a little trick with a false organ start, but the opening guitar attack sets the tone for the album – a more streamlined, old fashioned rock sound with guitars, drums, bass, and vocals all unhindered by studio jiggerypokery. It’s a terrific opening riff, and the melodies and musical strength shines through the three and a half minutes, not allowing any spare seconds for additional nonsense – the point is made, and we can leave it at that. Lyrically, Wire seems to be on better form, and although the old themes of regret and nostalgia are prevalent there is a freshness to proceedings after the sleepy nature of the last album which makes you sit up and listen – and that chorus is bound to stay in your head for hours.

Send Away The Tigers: 3/Good (Patrick Jones video)

Misheard Lyrics:

  1. There’s no hope in the counties
  2. Faces on whores
  3. Same noise death and destroy
  4. Look at me I’m modest and free

Actual Lyrics:

  1. There’s no hope in the colonies
  2. Fixing some holes
  3. Same noise left to destroy
  4. Look at me I’m honest and free

Manic Mondays 7th January 2019 (30 Day Song Challenge edition)!

Greetings, Glancers! For today’s Manic Monday’s post, I’m going to do something a little different. This morning I was moving stuff between two laptops and I stumbled upon a document last saved in 2012. Having absolutely no memory of it, I opened it and was presented with the 30 Day Manic Street Preachers song challenge below – all questions already answered by me at the time. So, instead of pasting some lyrics in like I usually do, I’m going to paste the entire challenge. For any Manics fans out there, feel free to run your own challenge or add your own answers to each question in the comments. As with these sorts of things, my answer to any question could change on a daily basis, (I’ve no idea why I gave some of the answers I did, but I wasn’t allowed to repeat a song) but as a useless record of one point in time six years ago – here you are:

  1. The First Manics Song You heard: Motorcycle Emptiness
  2. The song that made you first start listening: A Design For Life
  3. Favourite song from GT: Condemned To Rock n Roll
  4. Favourite song from Gold: Life Becoming A Landslide
  5. Favourite song from the Holy Bible: PCP
  6. Favourite song from Everything: Small Black Flowers
  7. Favourite song from Truth: Ready For Drowning
  8. Favourite song from Enemy: Ocean Spray
  9. Favourite song from Lifeblood: Glasnost
  10. Favourite song from Send: Your Love Alone
  11. Favourite song from Journal: Virginia State Epileptic Colony
  12. Favourite song from Postcards: All We Make Is Entertainment
  13. Favourite song from Lipsticks: Democracy Coma
  14. Favourite Cover: Suicide Is Painless
  15. A song you know all the words to: Yes
  16. A song with your favourite guitar solo: Archives Of Pain
  17. A song that makes you sad: Love Torn Us Under/Too Cold Here
  18. A song that makes you happy: I Think I Found It
  19. A song with your favourite lyrics: Hibernation
  20. A song you didn’t like at first but now love: Born A Girl
  21. A song from the era with the best artwork: 4st 7lbs
  22. Favourite video: Little Baby Nothing
  23. Favourite non album single: Motown Junk
  24. Favourite B-Side: Prologue To History
  25. Favourite song from an EP: Are Mothers Saints?
  26. Favourite James or Nicky solo: Don’t Look Back
  27. A song you don’t like: Repeat US
  28. A song from your least favourite album: Epicentre
  29. A song from your favourite album: This Is Yesterday
  30. Favourite song performed live: Stay Beautiful

Enjoy!

You Love Us

Generic Ratings: 1: Crap. 2: Okay. 3: Good. 4: Great

Ostensibly where it all began, the song where the band truly announced itself to the world, looking every inch like a band nobody wanted and instead claiming to be the band everyone needed, the band to save the world or implode trying. Hated by other artists, feeding off the finger-pointing and setting themselves clearly apart from every other act in the world, they unleashed this torrent of seductive, caressing hatred, mocking fans, mocking themselves, and looking like they were having the most fun in the world, living the rock and roll dream while admonishing it for the nightmare it truly was. It’s a fast paced, chugging rock behemoth that didn’t sound like anything on the airwaves, Bradfield’s sneering vocals and lightning fast guitars, Edwards and Wire’s luscious stares and snarling wit, and Moore’s marching band percussive attack, it’s one of the classic statements in all of rock music. Looking at it as a song on its own merits, it is fairly simple stuff with a plain verse chorus attack, but there is such joy in the melody, in the unashamedly big chorus, and such brilliance in the final, Paradise City style instrumental blow out, that it can’t be avoided, or disliked.

The first link below is the album version – in my opinion the best version. There have been multiple versions of the song, each one with slight notable variances, so try all the links below and find your favourite. There was also a ‘new’ version a few years back but I can’t find a good link to it.

You Love Us: 4/Great

Video

Heavenly version

Stars N Stripes Mix

Misheard Lyrics:

  1. Our voices are furry
  2. Realize and won’t be bought
  3. Honestly we can never be loved
  4. Throw some mess into your face
  5. Your lessons drill in heaven instead
  6. Parliament you flick like C4 (?)
  7. Your life a cycle holocaust/you love a psycho holocaust

Actual Lyrics:

  1. Our voices are 4Real
  2. We realised and won’t be mourned
  3. Understand we can never belong
  4. Throw some acid onto your face
  5. Your lessons drill inherited sin
  6. Parliament’s a fake life saver
  7. Your life is like a holocaust

 

Little Baby Nothing

Generic Ratings: 1: Crap. 2: Okay. 3: Good. 4: Great

The band may have been seen as cross-dressing, eye-liner and lipstick wearing freaks in their early days, spouting political sleaze and dirty little punk songs, but it wasn’t until Little Baby Nothing that many of the reasons behind the sleaze and the look became clear. This was a feminist band, almost in militant fashion, not a band who simply dressed that way because they were hot enough to pull it off, not simply espousing and waxing lyrical on the struggles of women due to some designed outsider chic. This was a band who thoroughly despised male dominated culture and called it out for the systematic destruction and whoring of species that it was. Musically and lyrically one of the finest, and most pure in terms of its targeting from any Manics album, it’s clearly a high mark.

The band’s first duet, bringing on board ex Porn Star Traci Lords (after they couldn’t get Kylie Minogue) to perform vocal duties, the lyrics are poignant and potent and merge perfectly with the glossy 80s sheen of the sound. Bradfield tugs at all the strings with his performance, the melodies are gold throughout, and I adore the shift from the verse and chorus to the final section. It certainly comes across as cheesy in its sound now, but it doesn’t take long to look past that to find the honesty of the intent and the power of the music. For my money, it’s also (easily) the best video the band has ever made.

Misheard Lyrics (it feels somehow wrong doing this to what is one of the most gorgeous lyrics of all time, but there you go):

  1. Not allowed to connect you
  2. To steal frequent love
  3. Need to do long (?)
  4. Orderly behind his money
  5. Asking for condolerijusive (??) flowers
  6. Loveless labour
  7. Dress your life in loving
  8. Breaking your mind with Bobby Dom fertility (?)
  9. Mouths broken up, quenched to the last

Actual Lyrics:

  1. No-one likes looking at you
  2. To steal vacant love
  3. Need to belong
  4. All they leave behind is money
  5. Eyes, skin, bone, contour, language as a flower
  6. Loveless slavery
  7. Dress your life in loathing
  8. Breaking your mind with Barbie Doll futility
  9. Moths broken up, quenched at last

Little Baby Nothing: 4/Great (Album version)