Chanteuse Sam PhillipsFriday, March 26, 2010
"What's up with all this 'pop' stuff he's been posting recently," you might be wondering? "First there was Macca, then Prefab Sprout, and now some dreamboat with a man's name... what gives?" Well to be perfectly frank, I've been so freakin' depressed lately that the bounciness of these old records is the only thing that has managed to lift my spirits. But of course, none of these songs are just mere confection. As with McAloon and McCartney, Sam Phillips too has made a remarkable series of pop albums that are filled with subtle passion, great wisdom, and no small degree of wit. In fact, her first three secular recordings for Virgin Records in the 1980's form an almost ageless triumvirate of pop perfection. Produced by her then husband, T-Bone Burnett, 'The Indescribable Wow,' 'Cruel Inventions,' and 'Martinis And Bikinis' stylistically straddled both the past and the present without sounding dated or retro,* while lyrically and emotionally they are as steady as a mountain stream. The result is simply timeless. Much like 'Revolver' by The Beatles, these three records play like a collection of exquisite diamonds, expertly cut to reveal all of the facets hidden within the gem to produce a sparkling luminescence that dazzles the eye, or in this case, the ear. Like perfect pop songs should be, each track runs 2:30-3:00 minutes in length making them ideal for blasting from a car radio, and all have hummable melodies that stick in your head long after they've finished. Charged with hooks, harmonies, drums that snap, and guitars that ring, the songs bristle with a crispness that fills them with more bite than a viper. And every one of them is just long enough to create visceral excitement, while being short enough not to become wearisome and thus wear out its welcome. Instead, they leave the listener simply wanting more.**
*The radio tuning and related sound effects in a few of the crossfades were added by yours truly in an effort to create that sort of AM quality. In 'Where The Colors Don't Go,' I even tried to loosely replicate the long fade of The Beatles, 'All You Need Is Love' with its inclusion of a King Lear radio play. Do you think I might have too much time on my hands?
**Yes, I really feel that strongly about her music. Give it a listen if you're not already familiar with her work. These are great tunes!
To paraphrase the All Music Guide:
"Phillips' strong suit lies in her outstanding ability to spin clever phrases, and to wrap her slightly quirky voice around only the most accessible of pop melodies. (Giving respectful nods to the masters of the '60's like Brian Wilson and Lennon/McCartney, Phillips deftly folds her political inclinations into spiritual ruminations, and poses moral and ethical riddles within a tapestry of color and sonic experimentation.) The difference between Phillips and the vast majority of her pop-revisionist contemporaries however, is that she never coasts on the fumes of her influences, but rather turns them on their head and gives them new life. Regardless of the approach, her impassioned, spiritually charged songs remain the product of a singular vision."
Pretty Sam Phillips flashes her girl-gang affiliation hand signalThe "slightly quirky" voice alluded to in the All Music Guide deserves some clarification. Fresh from her Christian recording days, Phillips' previous label marketed her as some sort of non-secular version of another popular blond girl singer of the day who had great success with a certain 'She Bop' LP, solely because of her occasional vocal similarity to one Cyndi Lauper. The similarity is apparent, but only when Phillips ascends into her highest registers. So please, don't dismiss the girl based on that one unfortunate comparison! Phillips' voice is not nearly as grating, or annoying as her peroxided counterpart, nor is it as ever present. Acutely aware of the resemblance, she wisely toned it down on her subsequent records, frequently employing a new, lower range. Nevertheless her chirrup does remain a unique if not "quirky" one that is actually well suited to her material, adding an indisputable effervescence to the proceedings. In fact, you might say that her vocals are to the songs what a cap of chocolate kissed milk foam is to the cappuccino --- a creamy treat.
Drawing from the above mentioned trilogy of recordings, the sets below demonstrate why Phillips is almost universally the darling of critics, and has attracted some extremely well-know admirer's within the music community. And unlike a few others in her field, she didn't peak quickly and then dissolve into mediocrity, although I might suggest approaching her follow-up, 1996's 'Omnipop (It's Only A Fleshwound Lambchop)' with a bit of caution. Not that it's undistinguished, mind you. Far from it. In actuality it's quite adventurous, but perhaps too much so if that's even possible. Sonically, T-Bone Burnett's production is extremely dense, cluttered, and claustrophobic on this one. It's an interesting experiment, but ultimately it detracted from those incredible melodies Phillips is capable of writing. Elsewhere however, Burnett's impeccable touch and sterling arrangements raised these early recordings to the level of 'pure pop' art. However, after taking it to its limit so to speak, she regrouped and stripped down her approach with her next recording ('Fan Dance'), sound sculpting with a more acoustic palette that served to even better showcase her highly intelligent wordplay, forging both a new identity and audience in the process.
The bottom line is, if you've been feeling as miserable as I have been recently, listening to Sam Phillips may be just what you need to loosen the vice grip on your mental health.
Drawing from the above mentioned trilogy of recordings, the sets below demonstrate why Phillips is almost universally the darling of critics, and has attracted some extremely well-know admirer's within the music community. And unlike a few others in her field, she didn't peak quickly and then dissolve into mediocrity, although I might suggest approaching her follow-up, 1996's 'Omnipop (It's Only A Fleshwound Lambchop)' with a bit of caution. Not that it's undistinguished, mind you. Far from it. In actuality it's quite adventurous, but perhaps too much so if that's even possible. Sonically, T-Bone Burnett's production is extremely dense, cluttered, and claustrophobic on this one. It's an interesting experiment, but ultimately it detracted from those incredible melodies Phillips is capable of writing. Elsewhere however, Burnett's impeccable touch and sterling arrangements raised these early recordings to the level of 'pure pop' art. However, after taking it to its limit so to speak, she regrouped and stripped down her approach with her next recording ('Fan Dance'), sound sculpting with a more acoustic palette that served to even better showcase her highly intelligent wordplay, forging both a new identity and audience in the process.
The bottom line is, if you've been feeling as miserable as I have been recently, listening to Sam Phillips may be just what you need to loosen the vice grip on your mental health.
Pure Pop For Now People!, Vol.2:
Chanteuse Sam Phillips
1) Holding On To The Earth
2) I Don't Know How To Say Goodbye
3) I Can't Stop Crying
4) Strawberry Road
5) Love And Kisses
6) Wheel Of The Broken Voice
7) Lying
8) Private Storm
9) Standing Still
10) Signposts
11) Flame
12) Baby, I Can't Please You
13) Same Rain
14) Now I Can't Find The Door
15) I Don't Want To Fall In Love
16) Same Changes
17) Cruel Inventions
18) Where The Colors Don't Go
19) She Can't Tell Time
20) I Need Love
21) Go Down
22) Remorse
23) What You Don't Want To Hear
Source material for 'Pure Pop For Now People!: Chanteuse Sam Phillips' comes from the following:
The Indescribable Wow (1988)
Cruel Inventions (1991)
Martinis And Bikinis (1994)









