Beautiful South
Painting It Red
[Ark 21]
Rating: 6.1
Former Housemartin Paul Heaton's second band, the Beautiful South, has
long-since eclipsed its predecessor in virtually every major statistical
category: longevity, number of albums, top 40 hits, record sales. So why
is Heaton forever unable to escape mentions of his involvement in the
former? Well, for one thing, the Housemartins never recorded a song called
"Look What I Found in My Beer." They also broke a little more ground than
the Beautiful South ever did, or ever intends to.
Their latest, Painting It Red, while excellent in parts, is a bit more
homogenized and domestic than fans are accustomed. Production is buffed until
reaching a glossy sheen, and all indulgences of previous Beautiful South
albums-- strings, choirs, horns, jazzy rhythms-- have been shamelessly
stripped away. It's a shame, really, because while their slick überpop vs.
dry pessimism juxtaposition has always been their modus operandi, a
rougher edge might have given the album a needed kick in the ass.
The lyrical direction of Painting It Red reads like a bible for British
baby boomers. The obsessions that preoccupy Paul Heaton these days have been
whittled down to the basics of aging: death ("You Can Call Me Leisure"),
failed marriages ("Final Spark"), and expanding waistlines ("Til You Can't
Tuck It In"). I must have missed the biting song about his Volvo being in
the shop. Heaton still relies on his heralded wit, but it's put to the test
when dwelling almost exclusively upon personal issues.
Perhaps the scariest indication of Heaton's diminishing songwriting is his
recycling of previously-used metaphors. Except rather than cannibalizing
themes and imagery from his past albums, he either draws them from eight
songs prior or outright steals them for other bands. "The River" is so very
reminiscent of a certain Erasure ballad that I kept scrutinizing the liner
notes for an Andy Bell or Vince Clarke credit. Lyrically, though, he gets
it right; the track features lines the creators of Abba-eqsue could
never dream of producing. And in rare moments, such as "Just Checkin'" and
"Half-Hearted Get (Is Second Best)," the band actually pulls off the solid
delivery of their Welcome to the Beautiful South heyday.
So, what does Painting It Red amount to? Whatever diehard fanbase
the band has left will undoubtedly claim it to be a continuation of their
reliable, if familiar, catalog: more of the Beautiful South; no weird
direction shifts or risks that might disappoint. Maybe it's a bit more
consciously radio-friendly, but after all, Heaton's growing old, just like
they are! To the rest of the world, though, the album is just another
cobblestone on the road to their next Carry On Up the Charts
compilation, which extracts a few single-caliber songs, but packages them
with mediocre brethren to provide a safe (and thrifty) choice during future
visits to the CD shop. And maybe it's just a bit more consciously
radio-friendly.
-John Dark