A rock pavane for these distracted times, YOUNG ENGLAND is the new single by the legendary ALAN CLAYSON AND THE ARGONAUTS - and one of the many highlights from their acclaimed album This Cannot Go On....
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The Mortimer Tapes
Singer and keyboard-player Andy Lavery (of the Argonauts) has released The Mortimer Tapes, an eye-stretching ‘concept’ EP concerning his home village of Mortimer, Berkshire. Proceeds will go to a local primary school. Investigate The Mortimer Tapes on Soundcloud for further information.
ALAN CLAYSON AND THE ARGONAUTS
NEW ALBUM: THIS CANNOT GO ON...
(Rush Music Records)
So far, critical response to THIS CANNOT GO ON…, the latest long-playing record by ALAN CLAYSON AND THE ARGONAUTS, has been gratifying, and has included rave reviews in Rock ‘N’ Reel, The Beat, Just Listen To This and Pop Diggers.
‘Theirs is an idiosyncratic and uniquely anachronistic tack, all the more so as a vehicle for Clayson’s neo-Shakespearean lyrics…music drenched in trickery and unexpected turns…as deeply and heavily layered as velvet curtains that open onto a musical of rocky-horror-show proportions’ – Rock ‘N’ Reel (RNR)
‘Superlatives such as Legendary, Heroic, Lionhearted, Maverick, Icon(oclast) are being tossed ’round far too indiscriminately these days, but in the case of Alan Clayson, and his Argonauts’ first utterly new album in three decades, they really only tip the sonic iceberg so to speak…If I Lost You could’ve, would’ve, should have been one big hit single …especially if Teenage Runaway ended up on its flipside’ – Pop Diggers (http://popdiggers.com/)
‘Is he a singer? Author? Musician? Of course he is all of these things, but I think he is mostly a poet actually’ – The Beat
‘The effect of a new Argonauts record is akin to happening upon an excellent collection of short stories – plenty to savour and think about but equally able to bring you a simple tale of love. A band with a mission, for certain. Alan – this HAS to go on…..please ?’ – Just Listen To This
‘Even if they'd only done this one album, it would be a defining and individual contribution to Rock's history’ – Billy Ritchie (Clouds)
‘This album probably shouldn't exist but the fact that it does is cause for celebration. Alan and his band remain as creative, original and gloriously eccentric as ever’ – Martin Dowsing (Hungry Dog Brand)
‘They have outlasted almost all the competition that went onto more commercial success from 1976. It would be fitting if it instead referred to the end of being a cult and the start of a late burst in popularity’ – Tomas All
Further coverage in outlets is expected. Moreover, the group is all over the present (January/February) edition of Rock 'N' Reel (RNR) like a rash, most conspicuously in a lengthy feature (headlined ROCK FOLLIES, damn their impudence) in which all Argonauts - not just Clayson - are mentioned in detail. If you are unable to obtain a copy locally, it's on sale at outlets like W.H. Smith.
There have also been interviews in Record Collector, on local radio and – reproduced in ARGOSY 2017 – with Jane Quinn, former correspondent for US teen periodical Tiger Beat.
THIS CANNOT GO ON...BUT IT DOES: Alan Clayson conducts an interview with himself about the latest album with the Argonauts
Why is it called THIS CANNOT GO ON...?
That’s a line from ‘Looking For A Monday’ – which seemed apposite as it relates to careers founded on short-lived novelty and descent into a netherworld. Yet, in the teeth of many I-don’t-want-to-do-this-anymore moments over the decades, it’s likely that ALAN CLAYSON AND THE ARGONAUTS will endure unto death. Incidentally, ‘looking for a Monday’ was an expression I overheard my friend and sometime employer Dave Berry use during a telephoned conversation with his agent over filling a vacant evening in a string of one-nighters.
The album seems to be a mixture of road-tested songs and items that I can’t ever imagine you delivering on stage...
Some of the tracks date back to our ‘imperial’ period in the late 1970s, but most are relatively fresh off the assembly line. There’s nothing we won’t dare to try – although ‘This Time Tomorrow’ is often extrapolated into curious realms during concert performances. That one is reflective of the plain fact that not a solitary Argonaut is below that age of sixty-four.
How do you manage ‘The Local Mister Strange’?
That has to be ‘approximated’ on the boards, not least because the version on the disc features John Otway guesting on theremin (which is the instrument heard most famously in various horror movies and on ‘Good Vibrations’ by The Beach Boys). In ‘The Local Mister Strange’, the secondary character is a television repair man, but the first person singular lends this opus its title. Musically, it hinges on a repeated six-note riff. If it starts to grate on your nerves, perhaps that’s almost the point.
‘I Hear Voices’ appears to be about someone similar.
Yes, he’s one of these quiet-shy-blokes-who-keeps-himself-to-himself. They’re the ones you have to watch – who go berserk without warning and machine-gun a bus queue or leave a packet of wine gums outside Buckingham Palace. In a more a passive way, ‘Teenage Runaway’ borders a similar area, centred as it is on a surf-tormented shore where stands a boy whose parents valued him for what they thought he ought to be. He found this so objectionable that he became, well, a teenage runaway. Moreover, ‘Lone Cloud’ is based very much on the suicide of someone closer to me in her particular way than anyone else.
By contrast, despite the ‘power ballad’ tempo, ‘Angelette’ finishes quite optimistically.
That’s an example of a common songwriter’s ploy of using a girl’s name as a title – except I couldn’t get the name of the girl I had in mind to scan. Nevertheless, she knows who she is.
Another composition she inspired is ‘If I Lost You’ – which also concerns a yearning to dwell on an island in the same geographical and local television news region where I live at present, i.e. in the proverbial ‘nearest faraway place’.
She must be quite a girl.
She’s Latvian – and ‘The Refugees’ is an articulation of her parents’ separate flights from an intolerable native land torn apart by Hitler-versus-Stalin. When it became obvious that there’d be no welcome back to the Baltic States, they’d held painful homesickness at bay, and become naturalised British citizens, far removed from another life of Imperial-bearded burghers, milchcow madchens, lederhosen-clad boys, Hanseatic cities, thriving tillage, Wagner, Tchaikovsky, bratwurst, black bread, slivovitz and inky forests where, once upon a time, Hansel and Gretel had come across the witch’s gingerbread-and-candy cottage.
Who’s the female in ‘Derrydown Lane’?
On the first Saturday after I started at college in nineteen-seventy-forget-about-it, I went to the Freshers Ball, and was astounded to finish the evening in the bedsit of someone I’d judged to be way out of my league. It turned out that she was – because she made it clear that, if I wanted our antics in her room to continue, I was, under no circumstances, ever to address her in public.
Why do a lot of the less personal selections dwell on specific historical figures?
In 1972, I became lead singer of Turnpike, a folk-rock outfit who, throughout my three years with them, kept their ears to the ground for someone more suitable - like, say, a biological duplicate of Sandy Denny or Jacqui McShee. Unaware of this hidden agenda, I kept trying to break the rhythm guitarist’s songwriting monopoly with my own creations – which, in keeping with Turnpike’s stylistic determination, were of ‘olden days’ persuasion. As well as being nearly a decade ahead of that brief craze for chartbusting historical epics headed by Adam and the Ants and Ten Pole Tudor, this became something of a stylistic trademark, peaking, I suppose, with ‘Landwaster’, which, as a 1978 B-side, penetrated briefly a couple of Top Forties sur le continent after a radio presenter in the Netherlands started spinning it by mistake.
A studio remake is the finale of THIS CANNOT GO ON... – which also includes ‘Geronimo’ – the blood-stained legend of the landlocked Wild West, who spent his last days as a tourist attraction - and ‘Fame And Fortune’, penned late in 1977, ten years after flower-power was supplanted by Al Capone chic from the jazz age and Prohibition-fuelled carnage by slouch-hatted, wide-lapelled hitmen riding on the tail-boards of Buicks.
Though the lyrics of ‘Young England’ might read ‘historical’ too, they – like those of ‘The Refugees’- are germane to these present distracted times. Furthermore, the original title of ‘Aetheria’ was ‘Beer Cans On The Moon’, and was intended to combine an interest in astronomy with a Searing Indictment Of Society. Then imagination was captured by the name of a nondescript region on Mars and an awareness that other territories on the planet - e.g. the Styx, Olympus - were named after places in Greek mythology. The recurring Latin chant (‘de ira dei’) means ‘from the wrath of God’.
Finally, are you pleased overall with THIS CANNOT GO ON...?
From a technical perspective, none of my earlier releases, both solo and with the group, has ever achieved such a profound depth of sound. Perhaps that was connected with a deliberate decision to minimise acoustic separation in our bass guitarist’s home complex – apart from lead vocals sung in the hallway and the sax honked in the living room: all very Joe Meek. Other than backing chorale and necessary overdubs, certain selections were completely ‘live’, capturing a spontaneity and thrilling margin of error that could only have happened then and there. We were really tearing it up on every session, the most wailing combo on the planet!
In December 2017, an intriguing interview with Alan Clayson appeared in Public House (‘a humorous uncensored publication for the unconventional artist & writer’). See
OLD TIMES ARE NOT FORGOTTEN: Record Collector (issue 472, November 2017)