| I stumbled upon
London, England’s acoustic folk rock artist Andy Smythe by reading Mike
Scott’s (of The Waterboys) blog on MySpace. Mike was sorting through
a pile of CDs that people had given him, deciding what to keep and what
to discard, and Andy’s made the keep pile. He had this to say about
Smythe:
“Andy's a singer/songwriter
from down south and I once went to see him play in an Earls Court basement
club, sometime in the late 90s. He's sent me all his releases since. He
has a beautiful, almost choir-boy voice, and sings earnest, quite delicately
calibrated songs straight from the heart…the voice and words are the thing
with Andy, and both are in fine shape.”
Being a longtime
fan of Scott’s I respect his musical opinions and decided to check out
Smythe. Andy, in addition to being an intelligent, gifted songwriter
with a clear, earnest voice in the tradition of Billy Bragg, Tim Buckley
and The Finn Brothers, plays piano, synths, acoustic guitars, clarinet,
organ, mandolin and accordion on his third album, Live For The Future,
confirming the fact that this man is a musician’s musician with a poet’s
heart.
Smythe’s influences
range from classical (Bach/Mozart) to Woody Guthrie, Bob Dylan, The Beatles,
Rufus Wainwright and The Waterboys. Joining him on Live For The Future
are Peter Readman (strings, French horn & harp) and Chris Payne (violin,
mandolin, piano, recorders & backing vocals) while his live band members
are Les Elvin on bass, Barry Targett on violin/guitar and John Barley on
piano/oboe. Themes of “protest against war and increasing industrialization
at the expense of the planet” and “a utopian image of England” run through
Live For The Future but upon careful listening, I can’t help but think
that Smythe’s medieval past life has somehow collided with Peter, Paul
& Mary and Herman’s Hermits to give birth to their bastard child.
A feel-good record,
this is not. It is a thought-provoking, melancholic look at the world
through the eyes of an ominous armchair activist who wants to feel positive
about the future but can’t quite get there. The opening track, “We
Love Our Children”, opens with a dramatic BBC news report on the conflict
at the Gaza Strip and is punctuated by sirens, screaming and Smythe’s passionate
protest. Thankfully, the next song is the cheekily, upbeat Celtic
folk song standout, “Whiskey Priest”, followed by a lovely, sad ballad
called “When I Needed Love.” Highlighted with the gorgeous harp, strings
and oboe, its luscious music is starkly contrasted with bleak lyrics:
“See my shadow
in a burnt out car
My reflection
in the broken glass
Being as I am
There is no being
at all
Search for custom
Neath the spires
and the steeples
Only way I know
to feed my needle
Find a way to
get my fix
The only way
I can exist
Pray for my life
The way it used
to be
Before the brown
seduced me
Stand and say
you care
When you were
never there”
“So Far From America”
is an acoustic guitar folk song about fighting for one’s life in the Third
World and then suddenly the CD takes a sharp turn towards the light with
a liltingly poetic piano ballad unearthing the past glory of the “Garden
of Sweet England.” The title track, “Live For The Future” is an epic,
fervent piano ballad that barely masks the singer’s quiet screams about
what’s wrong with our world and the price we’ve paid for the greed and
lust of our leaders.
“Another Rainy Day”
(in England) is curiously, a more heartening, 60’s pop rock number that
I really like because of its catchy chorus, reminiscent of early Kinks
or The Searchers. The next track opens with Smythe’s voice disguised
briefly by a fuzz box before tricking the listener with a carnival music
landscape in which he spins a yarn about the violence endured by the children
of “My Old School” at the hands of their teachers. Bleeding heart
romantics will love the medieval piano ballad “Ophelia” which belongs in
a Kenneth Branagh Shakespeare adaptation. “Our Gang”, a 60’s pop
rock ode to the long lost days of youth and repentant sins is possibly
the most positive song on this CD which comes just in the nick of time
before the penultimate track, a requiem entitled “Warden I’m Ready”, before
it closes with a repeat of “We Love Our Children.”
Live For The Future
is lyrically, an often heart-heavy listening experience, cloaked by its
choice of instruments and accomplished melodies as well as Smythe’s choir
boy voice, but it’s not for the disheartened or weak of spirit.
www.andysmythe.com
www.myspace.com/andysmythe
Christine Bode
c.bode@partyinkingston.com |