Half man Half biscuit: OPO-line

"C is for the continual criticism i receive from the touchline. Get back in your technical area."

"But he also gave us Lionel Bleurggggghhhhh"

"a no-rosette situation for Mr. Galbraith"

"You come on like a dream, Julian Bream, lips like David Vine,
When a sneeze doesn't come,
I look up to the sun, and I praise him for making it shine,
Yesterday Matthew I was a Factory completist,
But tonight Matthew I'm gonna be with Jesus"

Timing..

David Vine RIP

How long before everyone mentioned in HMHB songs is dead?

Flip N Fill better watch their backs.

Is this the first computer game to quote HMHB?

Revive, because I still can't listen to Breaking News without laughing out loud at "Lisa Riley", also that bit Louis quoted upthread about little bit Bridget, a little bit Ally...waiting for them to weigh in at Newton Abbot.

I have zillions of HMHB on my iPod and I have been listening to little else for days, to the puzzlement of anyone sitting near me on a bus. The randomness of "not long now until lollipop men are called Darren" set me off yesterday. Is anyone going to see them in Glasgow?

"Fresh Broad Beans And Aubergines"
Euphemisms Audrey, euphemisms.

is probably my favourite HMHB line. It's the absolute peak of one of their best numbers. The scansion and delivery are perfect and in the context of the song, which deals with the conflict between paranoia and parochialism (a common source of humour for them) it hits the perfect blend of mockery and affection for both of those unfortunate states.

From the new album;

"There’s a girl I’m told who rolls her eyes / at the Gok Wan acolytes"
"Put the wrong bin out on the / wrong day again"
"And know Chesil Beach is far away in time"
"A jar of language pills"

and the whole of the National Shite Day MkII that is "Rock'n'Roll is full of Bad Wools" about the complete muso c*nts that appear on "Soccer AM"

"But then disastrously / they ask him casually
“You come from Leigh-on-Sea, Do you ever get to Roots Hall?”
which to him means fuck all
Can only look askance / And cast a sideways glance
Could use some help with this / But Heston’s gone for a piss"

Oh, and "Tommy Walsh's Eco House" ....

"Sixteen teams are taking part
Sixteen camps of hope
Some contain top, top players
Some are just a crock of shit"

Have a very soft spot for their purely bucolic lines, like

"Please don't tell me what you think while I tell you about
the copse that I retreat to where I'm hemmed in by the larch" (Numanoid Hang-Glide)

"When my grave's waist-deep in meadow grass" (Malayan Jeulutong)

"yet by the stream in summertime
The charming lark, the country chime
Smite this faithless pantomime.
Welcome to the daylight at the back of my mind" (Even Men with Steel Hearts)

Other than that, I find it hard to improve, just as a line, on "deck quoits with the French trance vets". It expresses balance of word weight and selection and meaning that wouldn't be out of place in Wallace Stevens, but is only the furthest extension of something Nigel does all the time. (You get something similar on Tommy Walsh's Eco-House - The elements of whimsy and his encyclopedic knowledge of all minor celebrity allow a flexibility to put words together for the pleasure of their sonic and cultural poetic adjacency.

I'm not sure I find them funny that much, although they certainly put a smile on my face. More important to me is the way they're able to transform domestic misery and forlorn love into things that are not entirely fucking awful, which really they are most of the time. For this alone I am thankful every day for their continuing existence. The quality of their anger is, I suppose because of their defences of love and kindness, also amongst the most satisfying and righteous I can think of.

All that said, I think my favourite line from the last one might be 'Iguana Andy and his... iguanas'.

Also love the great exposition of that specific time of night that is contained in the line "But when it's too late for drunks, and too early for milkmen, give me the moonlight, give me a spade".

also "Break out from grouting, Willie, lay down your puzzle, Jan."

And all of Fix It So She Dreams of Me, especially:

"And she lives somewhere you wouldn't want to get stuck
That can't be found in the Domesday book
Cromwell's troops never billeted there
Dick Turpin never had Bess shoed
Where this girl, i'm told, rolls her eyes at the Gok Wan acolytes"

"Hey, where did that bloke go who said I was vital? "

new one out, tomorrow is it?

i got so enraged by a v irritating gig (the fans not them, but they sort of encourage it) that I've been off them for a while now. Will obviously get this though.

stretching the definition of a line here, but w/e i can't go past.

"And then there’s the person who collects all things Pierrot and loves Siamese cats and
thinks they’re sophisticated ‘cos they eat Fry’s Chocolate Cream,
and they’d do anything to spend the night with that fella off the Turkish Delight advert who’s full of Eastern monosodium glutamate"

magnificent & otm fizzles post above. latest one is worrying though. embarrassing fans? o no

just a sort lumpen bloke culture, imago. it's tiresome enough when you encounter it out and about - a large number in one place chanting and it got a bit wicker man.

In bed again
Can’t be bothered getting up
Swing the lead again
I’m just waiting for the man
From Camelot
Telling me
That I’ve won the Lottery
Let’s trash
The Murder Mystery Weekend
Lets stage a couldn’t-give-a-thon
Summertime’s here
And I’ve got no hassle
I could be a goth
On a bouncy castle
Wouldn’t it be nice
To call off the Barn Dance
Wouldn’t it be nice
To sabotage the
Hot Pot Supper

it feels invidious to complain, but fuck it. this album is a bit of a bore. the dropping of parodic elements to their music in favour of fairly strate rockabillly/rock since Trouble Over Bridgewater hasn't been a problem with some a couple of excellent albums - CLSC, CSI: Ambleside, and the other ones have been good, with some excellent songs on. but this latest is very dull. the enjoyable dreary inventiveness of their early albums has been absent for a while. lumpen chantalong rock for the politically insular soft-wing lower league blokes who use irony-so-called to have their cake and eat it.

I, bloody quadhopper, shall be the judge of that ;)

fwiw I thought the last album was excellent and maybe a National Shite Day short of CSI:A

I was kinda disappointed w/ "Achtung Bono"

Excavating Rita MIGHT be NB's best melodic songwriting hour to date

Anyway, Tranmere might get relegated out of the Football League, Nigel will commit suicide and we can all move on

i never particularly liked National Shite Day (preferred Bad Wools for that template), but yes, some v good stuff on the last one - tho nothing to beat the righteous opening quarter on CSI:A. and would be interested to hear what you think of this latest - can't work out whether it's me or them, but i think they're too close to some fans, and not willing as a consequence to be more rebarbative. that could be completely wrong of course, born of watching the live dynamics between them and some fans who obviously follow them everywhere.

yeah I think I erred there - it has a (less lyrically poetic) Shite Day, but no Problem Chimp, no anarchic musical fuckaround that somehow completely works

Is there one on the new one that fulfils the Joyce -> Rita -> ? continuum of sublime ornate-songwriting genius?

The Bain of Constance feels like it should by name, but it's not really that sort of song. Hmm. Just had a quick review of the songs. 'No' i think is the answer.

think Stiperstones was the Problem Chimp on the last one - instead of gleeful chaos we get full-on mental breakdown, everything curdling to mania. Quite appreciate that.

Also, aw :(

Will review, though

Problem Chimp had those awesome rhyming couplets though

HMHB are the sort of band that encourage songwriting archetype trainspotting but maybe they really are changing whatever formula they may have had

Many laugh out loud moments abound.

I went to see them for the first time not too long ago.

Taking a good look around, I'm guessing it was like attending a real ale convention. Cruelly ironic

I wasn't too keen on the last album either tbh, loved "Ambleside"

The Bain of Constance feels like it should by name, but it's not really that sort of song. Hmm. Just had a quick review of the songs. 'No' i think is the answer.

― Fizzles, Wednesday, October 22, 2014 11:27 AM (2 hours ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Listening now and it's My Outstretched Arms obviously! :D

Almost TOO similar to Rita, but lyrically very strong. HMHB's romance songs are great

The Bain Of Constance, for its part, rips off Magazine's Believe That I Understand something rotten. Bad Nigel!

"Adam Boyle Has Cast Lad Rock Aside" rings very true re things like www.caughtbytheriver.net/

In Fizzle's bucolic vein mentioned above, I am very fond of:

"I wanna fly my biplane
Low over Swaffham
I wanna wave at astonished rustics
I’m gonna plead profitless chicanery"

yeesh, yerright FIzzles, this is pretty boring - will have to listen a few times, see if the lyrics sink in. So far I've only really been impressed with the first two and Arms - it's terribly frontloaded

last two tracks were ok to good

but yeah this is horribly frontloaded

Chipping in to agree violently. A very average record wig some obvious parody and self-parody moments - "as told to the boil on the cab driver's neck" turns up on two albums on the spin, the second time repeated on this with a tired-sounding "again" tacked on - provide a veneer attempting to give he listener the impression there's more, but I think that's all it is; a veneer.

Baguette Dilemma Is supposed to be The Birthday Party, yes? Nigel comes in all hoarse and says "a-whoopin' and a-hollerin' " which I'm certain is a Nick Cave lift, and the bass solo that starts near the end is supposed to be Tracey Pew I'm sure.

At this time of my life I have no need for a HMHB instrumental track.

Speaking of The Birthday Party I only just discovered this the other day

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-YeqJCcHY4Y

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRtZDOqSk3A&feature=youtu.be

The entirety of Get Kramer

'OK, Let's pedestrianise the High Street!'