Nineties Music

RETROSPECTIVE: Crowded House – Together Alone

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Sonic Youth.

Thirty-two years on, and Together Alone still sounds like nothing else in the Crowded House catalogue. What seemed like a bewildering left turn in 1993 now reveals itself as the band’s most prescient work, a record that anticipated the alt-rock soul-searching of the late nineties whilst remaining utterly, defiantly itself. Neil Finn’s mob wandered off into the spiritual wilderness armed with nothing but a fistful of melodies and Martin Glover’s sonic wizardry, and what they dragged back from the void was this peculiar, haunting beast that sounds like it was recorded in some ancient Maori temple with the ghosts of a thousand ancestors whispering sweet harmonies into the mixing desk.

History has been kind to Together Alone. What critics initially dismissed as commercial suicide now reads as artistic bravery of the highest order. The title, which once seemed like undergraduate philosophising, now carries genuine weight, this is music for our atomised age, for contemplating connection and disconnection whilst doom scrolling at 3am, wondering where it all went wrong and why the notifications never stop.

The genius of Youth’s production has aged magnificently. The man who gave us Killing Joke’s industrial nightmares somehow coaxed sounds out of Finn and company that still shimmer and breathe like living things decades later. Gone were the pristine pop perfections of their earlier work, replaced by something altogether more organic and mysterious. Listen now and you can hear the DNA of everything from Radiohead’s OK Computer to Bon Iver’s falsetto folk, Youth was crafting the sound of millennial melancholy years before anyone knew what to call it. The drums sound like they’re echoing through cathedral spaces, the guitars drift in and out of focus like half-remembered dreams, and Finn’s voice floats above it all with an otherworldly detachment that’s genuinely unsettling.

The opening salvo sets the tone perfectly a rolling, hypnotic rhythm that builds into something approaching transcendence before dissolving into the ether. It’s pop music, Jim, but not as we know it. This is Crowded House wrestling with their demons in public, and Youth has given them the sonic palette to paint their neuroses in glorious Technicolor.

Finn’s songwriting has taken a decidedly introspective turn. Where once he dealt in universal truths wrapped in sugar-sweet melodies, here he’s digging deeper into the psyche, exploring themes of isolation, connection, and the peculiar melancholy that comes with success. The man sounds genuinely troubled, and it suits him.

The production shines brightest on the album’s more experimental moments. Youth has layered in all manner of mysterious sounds, backwards vocals, found sounds, studio trickery that would make Kevin Shields weep with envy. Yet it never feels gimmicky or overwrought. Every sonic flourish serves the songs, adding depth and texture without overwhelming Finn’s essentially human songwriting.

That said, Together Alone isn’t without its problems. At times, the band seem so determined to avoid their pop past that they forget what made them special in the first place. A few tracks meander when they should soar, and the overall mood is so consistently downbeat that you occasionally long for the simple joy of their earlier work. ‘Why are you listening to that depressing music?’ it is not, but it can be downbeat.

But these are minor quibbles with what history has revealed to be an essential record. Crowded House risked everything to make something genuinely personal and challenging, and Youth gave them the sonic framework to create what now stands as their most influential work. It wasn’t their biggest seller, but it was their boldest statement the record that proved they were artists first, hit-makers second.

In our current age of manufactured vulnerability and algorithmic angst, Together Alone stands as proof that real emotional complexity can’t be coded or commodified. It’s a grower, this one and the kind of record that reveals new secrets with each listen, the kind that soundtracks both Instagram stories and genuine moments of crisis in equal measure.

Three decades later, Martin Glover’s achievement becomes even clearer. He took New Zealand’s finest export and helped them create their masterpiece, a record that sounds more relevant now than it did then. The kids discovering it on Spotify don’t know they’re listening to the future of indie rock, circa 1993. Seems like Youth may not be wasted on the young after all.

ART POP / POP ART: David Bowie, Art Classes & Derek Boshier

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The Art School Dandy. Bowie’s Brush With Bohemia.

There was always something different about David Bowie, wasn’t there? While his contemporaries were busy being rock stars, he was busy being something else entirely: an art project with a guitar. As the rest of rock’s aristocracy draped themselves in velvet and attitude, young David Jones was meticulously crafting personas with the same care a painter applies to canvas or a sculptor to stone. And why wouldn’t he? The lad was steeped in art school sensibilities before he ever picked up a microphone.

When Bowie space-walked into our consciousness in the late Sixties, he brought with him the baggage of Bromley Technical High School, where his art teacher Owen Frampton (incredibly the father of “Frampton Comes Alive” Pete, as cosmic coincidence would have it) had stuffed the boy’s head with possibilities. It was here that our man first encountered the heady brew of visual thinking that would define his career. While most pop stars were channeling Elvis and Chuck Berry, Bowie was communing with the ghosts of Marcel Duchamp and Kurt Schwitters.

“I’ve always been a visual thinker, the music was always just one part of the whole package. I needed the visual element to complete the circuit.” David Bowie.

And complete it he did, in a series of personas that functioned less as costumes and more as living exhibitions of performance art: Ziggy Stardust, Aladdin Sane, the Thin White Duke. Each one a walking gallery installation, meticulously curated down to the last detail.

But it was his relationship with the British Pop Art movement that truly illuminated Bowie’s approach. Enter Derek Boshier, the pioneering artist whose conceptual thinking provided the spark for one of Bowie’s most iconic album sleeves.

Boshier, a graduate of the Royal College of Art and contemporary of David Hockney, had been pushing the boundaries of Pop Art since the early Sixties. By the time he encountered Bowie in the mid-Seventies, both men were operating in that fertile territory where high art and pop culture collide with the force of subatomic particles in CERN’s hadron collider.

The concept for “Heroes” that stark, Eno-drenched masterpiece of 1977, came directly from Boshier’s fascination with gesture and posture. The now iconic image of Bowie, arm raised in a peculiar mime salute that’s neither fascist nor friendly, was Boshier’s suggestion: a visual quotation of Erich Heckel’s painting “Roquairol.” It’s the kind of art-historical reference that would fly over the heads of most rock stars, but for Bowie, it was the nectar of Zeus.

“David understood exactly what I was trying to do, most musicians want to look cool or dangerous. David wanted to look interesting. That’s the art school influence right there choosing the intellectually provocative over the merely attractive.” Derek Boshier.

This wasn’t just about album covers, either. When Bowie moved to the Brutalist rebuilt concrete city of Berlin in the late Seventies, he wasn’t just running from cocaine and Los Angeles; he was deliberately placing himself in the epicentre of European expressionism. While holed up in that apartment above the auto parts shop, he wasn’t just sharing with Iggy Pop or recording with Eno; he was making pilgrimages to the Brücke Museum, communing with the ghosts of German expressionism.

The Berlin trilogy of “Low,” “Heroes,” and “Lodger” wasn’t just a musical departure; it was Bowie’s most explicit attempt to translate the fractured perspectives of expressionist art into sound. Listen to the instrumental second side of “Low” and you will ‘hear’ the angular distortions of Kirchner or the colour explosions of Nolde translated into synthesiser washes and oblique rhythms.

Even his collaborators were chosen with an art school sensibility. Brian Eno wasn’t just a sonic innovator; he was a graduate of the Winchester School of Art and a student of cybernetic theory and systems thinking. Their collaborations were less traditional songwriting sessions and more like conceptual art happenings, with Eno’s Oblique Strategies cards, themselves pure art school, directing the creative flow.

“The thing about David is that he approached recording studios the way other artists approach galleries. Each album was an installation, a complete environment with its own rules and internal logic.” Tony Visconti Record Producer.

This approach reached its zenith with Boshier’s involvement in the “Lodger” sleeve, an elaborate piece of conceptual art disguised as an album cover. The distorted image of Bowie falling, the deliberate reference to Polaroid manipulation techniques this wasn’t just packaging; it was a manifesto.

Throughout the Eighties, as Bowie’s commercial star rose and his artistic credibility occasionally wobbled, the art school influence remained his secret weapon. Even at his most commercial, during the “Let’s Dance” period, there was always something slightly off-kilter about his presentation a knowing wink to the cognoscenti that this, too, was performance art.

By the time he re-emerged with the industrial crunch of “Outside” in 1995, Bowie had circled back to his art school roots with a vengeance. Collaborating with Brian Eno again, he created not just an album but a complete fictional world populated by characters like Nathan Adler and Baby Grace Blue a concept album that owed more to installation art than it did to “The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust.”

For his part, Boshier remained a touchstone throughout Bowie’s career, the connection to an art school sensibility that never left him. Their collaborations from “Heroes” through to Bowie’s later years represented one of pop music’s most enduring dialogues between rock and visual art.

In an era when most rock stars were content to be rock stars, Bowie remained defiantly, stubbornly, gloriously an art student at heart the smartest kid in the classroom who never stopped asking “what if?” While others were content to give the audience what they wanted, Bowie insisted on giving them what they didn’t know they needed.

His final album, “Blackstar,” released just days before his death in 2016, was perhaps his most complete art statement; a multimedia farewell that incorporated music, video, graphic design, and performance into a single, devastating whole. The falling astronaut, the blind prophet, the button-eyed specter weren’t just music video conceits; they were the culmination of a lifetime spent at the intersection of rock and conceptual art.

David Bowie wasn’t just influenced by art school thinking; he was its greatest ambassador in the realm of popular music. He took the experimental, boundary-pushing ethos of the art school and smuggled it into the mainstream inside trojan horses made of glitter, lightning bolts, and a space travelling Pierrot.

As we approach the tenth anniversary of his departure from this particular dimension, it’s worth remembering that Bowie’s greatest creation wasn’t Ziggy or the Thin White Duke or even his fabulous canon. It was the concept of David Bowie himself, the ultimate mixed-media art project, a half-century in the making, that changed not just music but the very idea of what a pop star could be.

For that, we have the art schools to thank. Not bad for an education that most parents would have considered a waste of time, eh?

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Art Pop / Pop Art: a study of the influences of art school, famous artists and movements on pop and rock music. Those institutions where failure is motivation, where the eccentric and pretentious emerge into the fascinating space where art and music meet.

ART POP / POP ART: Jarvis Cocker, Life Study

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Art School Confidential: How Life Study Shaped Jarvis Cocker’s Lyrical Lens

In the dimly-lit environs of Sheffield’s musical underbelly, where Northern realism collides with kitchen-sink dramatics and the dole queue stretched as far as the eye can see, Jarvis Cocker emerged as our most unlikely pop star; gangly, bespectacled and armed with a deadly arsenal of observation that would make a CCTV operator blush with inadequacy.

The secret weapon in Cocker’s considerable arsenal? The eventual fine art education that taught him to observe, document and dissect the mundane with surgical precision before transforming it into pop gold.

While lesser mortals merely glanced at their surroundings, young Jarvis perched behind those NHS specs like some kind of sociological bird-watcher was learning to truly see. Central Saint Martins wasn’t just teaching him how to sketch life study; they were training him in the art of unflinching observation that would later define Pulp’s greatest moments.

“The art school experience fundamentally changed how I wrote, You’re taught to notice everything – the way light falls across someone’s face, how people hold themselves when they think nobody’s watching, the telling details that reveal who someone really is.”

Life study teaches you to notice fine details; how people smile or frown, hold themselves, details of dress and undress, it’s this heightened state of awareness that bleeds into every aspect of Pulp’s peak-era output. Those magnificently detailed character studies populated by horny teenagers, bored housewives, and suburban libertines didn’t emerge from thin air, they were sketched from life with the same attention to detail that Cocker once applied to his drawing pad.

The Saint Martins influence manifests most powerfully in Cocker’s ability to render the most microscopic details of class, desire and desperation in photographic clarity. Where other songwriters might paint with broad strokes, Jarvis works with a fine-tipped pen, capturing the exact shade of someone’s disappointment, the precise angle of their social climbing, the specific temperature of their desire.

Consider the gallery of characters populating Pulp’s Nineties breakthrough albums each rendered with such specific detail you can practically smell their aftershave and perfume. From the minutiae of architecture to the psychological implications of furniture choices, nothing escapes Jarvis’s artistic gaze. These aren’t just songs; they’re life studies set to music.

The art school influence extends beyond mere observation into the realm of presentation. Cocker’s stage persona – part awkward lecturer, part deranged librarian, part suburban Casanova – is performance art disguised as pop stardom. Those infamous hand gestures, like some demented semaphore system, transform him into a living sculpture, his lanky frame carving modernist shapes against the backdrop of Britpop excess.

At art school he learned that context is everything and he took that lesson and applied it to pop music. He understood that the stage was simply another gallery space, and he was the exhibit.

This approach elevated Pulp beyond their contemporaries. While Oasis was content to recycle Beatles licks and Manchester swagger, while Blur played artful dress-up with British archetypes, Cocker was creating something more lasting, documentary evidence of a Britain caught between aspiration and reality, dressed in charity shop polyester and food bank desperation.

The irony, of course, is that the very institution that gave Cocker his observational superpowers would later become the subject of his most scathing critiques. The class tourism, the voyeuristic slumming, the commodification of experience, all art school staples that Jarvis would later dissect with forensic precision on the band’s landmark Different Class album.

Three decades on from their commercial peak, what remains most striking about Pulp’s output is its documentary quality those perfectly preserved specimens of British life, pinned under glass like butterflies in a natural history museum. Each character study, each social observation, each domestic drama unfolds with the precision of a well-composed photograph. We see how Ray Davies now had real competition.

Without those formative years spent learning to really look at the world, Jarvis Cocker might have been just another indie also-ran albeit a committed one given the extreme length of time between the first and second Peel Session . Instead, art school gave us pop’s most brilliant observer – a gangly, bespectacled Baudelaire of the British suburbs, sketching studies that capture the extraordinary hidden within the ordinary.

In the end, that may be Cocker’s greatest achievement – teaching a generation of listeners to see what he sees, to notice what he notices, to find poetry in the prosaic. Isn’t that what great art is supposed to do?​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ Yeah!

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Art Pop / Pop Art: a study of the influences of art school, famous artists and movements on pop and rock music. Those institutions where failure is motivation, where the eccentric and pretentious emerge into the fascinating space where art and music meet.