Just this morning, I got The Chalets debut album in the post. I would tell you more about the band but their site suffers from the cancer known as Flash and there’s no non-Flash version. Sort it out, eh, you non-web-standard, zero-disability-access buggers.
Back to the actual music…
This is a genuinely wonderful pop album. It’s a fizzy trifle with a pork pie heart. It’s sitting in an Escort outside your ex-girlfriend’s house, waiting for her new boyfriend to leave. It’s a bunny with a knife and a grudge. Listening to it, I’m taken way back to the B-52s‘ woefully neglected ‘Whammy!’ and slightly-less-far-back to Bis at their moptop cutest.
The interplay between the female and male vocals is flawless and superbly arranged. If you’re a pop harmony fan, you’ll love The Chalets. If you like intelligible pop, you’ll love The Chalets. The songs are artfully simple but have fathoms more meaning than yer average mascared corporate emo band, shouting about nowt.
Top tracks so far: ‘No Style,’ ‘Feel The Machine’ and ‘Two Chord Song.’ The last is particularly sarky and lyrically silly, something that’s so refreshing to hear in these days of tortured poetry about the difficulty of getting black hair dye out of your Mum’s towels.
If The Chalets were a film, they’d be ‘Gregory’s Girl.’ They’re real. That may sound like a strange thing to say about such a glam, image-conscious band but The Chalets sing about everyday life, real things and real people. How can you not like a band who have the lyric:
If it had been the ’80s, we’d have been on The Tube
Above all, like Altered Images, B-52s, Bis, Orange Juice and other bands who, at the time, were derided for not being po-faced rockers, The Chalets are serious about having fun. They want to make you dance and sing and think.
Buy this album if you like any of the bands listed above. Don’t buy this album if you think that blokes complaining over heavy guitars is the definition of “serious.”
Ricky Wilson died twenty years ago today. Gone, but not forgotten.