December 13, 2009
Flare Acoustic Arts League, CUT (review)
FLARE ACOUSTIC ARTS LEAGUE, CUT cd (Affairs of the Heart (Germany), 2009)
Mr. LD Beghtol has a long and illustrious career of writing catchy pop tunes about death, revenge and brooding romance, and, for that matter, singing similarly tinted songs from the pen of Mr. Stephin Merritt, and this record is, in some ways, a continuation of that theme, not to mention an extension of a tendency to name releases with such titles as Hung and Bottom.
This cd is most reminiscent of Hung, which was out on Darla some years back, not to mention his 7” Back When You Wanted Me, in being full of orchestrated pop just a touch akin to the works of the evil Mr Spector or The Zombies.
It opens with the lovely swirling chamber pop of “Reminiscences of a Minnesota State Training School Alumnus, Class of 1905” (did I fail to mention a slight tendency towards lengthy names for his compositions?), which is inspired by the life of one Carl Panzram, a serial killer who made even the usual lovely personalities grouped under that category seem like good-will ambassadors. You will find yourself singing along as the self-loathing for your susceptibility to cheery melody/dark lyric paradoxes sets in, and the lines ‘even I can see that you’re an awful lot like me’ may just slip past you, to your detriment.
“Precis” and “Pull My Daisy Chain” both betray the author’s fondness for literary references and wordplay, which, of course, endear them both to me.
Identity politics behooves me to dwell on “Ballad of Little Brown Bear” for a moment (and to point out that, though our friendly artist is a big bearded gent, he does not identify with that gay subculture of stocky, furry men who think themselves more masculine than the average queen (‘masculine’ is a camp pose in many ways too, but don’t get me started)), not to mention that I used to play ‘Little Brown Jug’ in high school band (no, I was not a flautist), so the melody lingers in the recesses of my brain and was brought vengefully forward once more. A guest vocalist, Mr Geoff Otis, takes the lead on this in order to maintain the necessary ironic distance in this tale of alcoholic Bear love (unless he does identify with that cult, in which case, WOOF!).
“Luminary” features guest guitar from Alan Sparhawk from Low, which gives me some hope that he is NOT one of those evil Mormons who were such nasty meddlers on the Proposition 8 matter in California, but, even if I’m wrong, he still lends a minimal glow to the track.
“Love Finds Andy Warhol” has a whole host of cameo vocalists tossing in lines about who love finds (including the vaguely cringeworthy ‘Love finds Arthur Lee’ (ha ha)), and it is as close to a hopeful song about love as you are going to find here, despite lines about love not being a pretty picture and how it blinds them all.
If I were to try and find a target audience for this record (heaven forfend), I would think fans of The Tindersticks and Morrissey (up until about 1999 in the case of the latter) would enjoy this, as it is an elegantly arranged, layered, tuneful and ironically morbid masterpiece.
Fortunately, it is also available on iTunes, as it may prove rather difficult to find in North America (I had a friend in Britain send one over, before Mr Beghtol sent me a review copy – so I paid for this, as should you) and the label’s webpage is STILL coming soon after goodness knows how long.