From band's official website -
Two years isnt exactly an eternity, yet somehow the perception has bedded down that The Bees Paul Butler and Aaron Fletcher have been away for longer than was strictly necessary as if, after releasing their lauded, Mercury Prize-nominated debut album, Sunshine Hit Me, in 2002, the Isle of Wighters mumbled, We are going out for a walk, we may be some time. And duly disappeared.
Granted, time does seem to tick a tad differently on the island, which is just one of its many attractions for a band who are fiercely proud and protective of their roots. Now, though, with two years of almost solid touring and three fecund weeks at Abbey Road studios behind them, Paul and Aaron are poised to unleash a second helping of hard-to-categorize, impossible-to-ignore music on us. One listen to Free The Bees will convince you it was worth the wait. A couple more listens in, and youll be back on the same gently lapping wavelengths that made Sunshine Hit Me such a heavy-rotation play in the nations disc-drives.
What, though, of the shed the fabled assembly-kit construction in Pauls parents garden where Sunshine took shape, and which the duo swore......[Read More]
From band's official website -
Two years isnt exactly an eternity, yet somehow the perception has bedded down that The Bees Paul Butler and Aaron Fletcher have been away for longer than was strictly necessary as if, after releasing their lauded, Mercury Prize-nominated debut album, Sunshine Hit Me, in 2002, the Isle of Wighters mumbled, We are going out for a walk, we may be some time. And duly disappeared.
Granted, time does seem to tick a tad differently on the island, which is just one of its many attractions for a band who are fiercely proud and protective of their roots. Now, though, with two years of almost solid touring and three fecund weeks at Abbey Road studios behind them, Paul and Aaron are poised to unleash a second helping of hard-to-categorize, impossible-to-ignore music on us. One listen to Free The Bees will convince you it was worth the wait. A couple more listens in, and youll be back on the same gently lapping wavelengths that made Sunshine Hit Me such a heavy-rotation play in the nations disc-drives.
What, though, of the shed the fabled assembly-kit construction in Pauls parents garden where Sunshine took shape, and which the duo swore they would never contemplate leaving? Its still there, as it happens. But Paul and Aaron have since, Help!-style, shacked up together in a nearby house, one floor each with a studio between them. The plan was to record their follow-up here; until, that is, Paul did a stint in the record-producers chair during sessions for fellow islander Drew at Abbey Road, and was exposed to the gravitational pull of the studio where a certain four-piece from Liverpool once made history. Two years ago, I asked them what theyd do if they couldnt record in the shed. The response then was a look of horror on both their faces. The answer now: We thought, simple: well be in the best studio in the world.
If you were in any doubt that the contractual switches and resulting delays of the past two years had had an effect on the band, even the briefest exposure to Free The Bees dispels them. The track Wash In The Rain typifies both the tone and the pace. Lashings of Hammond, a great big top-of-the-mix bassline, a dirty old guitar riff, and someone in the distance having a ball with his old pee-yanner. On top of this glorious mess a vocal from Paul that attests to months of wearing his voice to a sandpapered frazzle on the road (or learning how to shout, as he puts it). And the icing on the cake, Aarons trademark double-edged lyrics lines like Try and I fail sometimes I even succeed doing that crafty Fletcher thing of ringing a bell faintly on first listen, and then going off with the impact and resonance of a depth-charge ever after.
Ask Aaron what impels him to write his dreamy but distinctly ambiguous lyrics and hell shrink into a corner, like a schoolboy whos just been asked to recite a poem at prize-giving. A bit of fantasy, a bit of reality, was about all I could get out of him, plus an admission that his hope for a song is that you can relate to it and then you can dream about it. As theyve shown us before, A Band of Bees like to slow things down a bit too, and songs dont come much woozier or more blissed-out than I Love You, a track that takes the bands escapist ethos and bottles its essence for our delectation. Temptations-type backing vocals underpin Pauls croony rendition through a vintage 1960s RCA mike of Aarons laid-bare words: You wouldnt walk away if my stories, they werent true. But the band that once romped through A Minha Menina also have a fondness for pell-mell, hurtling sonic mayhem, and the frankly sectionable Chicken Payback proves that life across the Solent isnt all lazy Sunday afternoons spent flat-on-their-backs in the tall grass (though, for sheer musical and lyrical inertia, the Aaron-vocalled Go-Kart takes some beating, with its stupefied lamentation that Theres plenty of room for advantage; its the effort required that makes me so tired.) A chip off the old Shirley Ellis Clapping Song block, Chicken Payback is A Band of Bees at their most unbridled and least disciplined, a track that almost collapses under its heavy, punctuating brass stabs, and Pauls exhortations to All the animals together and the mysterious Monkey! Another sparkling highlight on an album studded with gems is Horsemen, which positively glows with the influence of Paul and Aarons classic-vinyl collection. A Brian Wilson-homaging beauty of a chorus, and yet another verbal flourish that cant stop your mind from wondering." I have told you not to worry it commands, and instantly you want to take the song up on its suggestion.
Sunshine Hit Me was the work of two shed-bound mates, eyeball to eyeball across their analogue equipment. Free The Bees sees the band in their expanded form. First as friends and now as fellow Band of Bees (and, yes, still friends), Kris Birkin (guitar), Michael Clevett (drums), Tim Parkin (trumpet) and Warren Hampshire (hammond) had been playing with Paul and Aaron for years in any number of incarnations from special-occasion free-for-alls to back-to-mine jams so, when it came to bolstering the line-up and taking their music on the road, the original duo didnt have far to look.
Two years on, that scratch band has become a crack one. There is no evidence of the growing pains that often bedevil follow-up albums recorded with additional personnel and the dubious luxury of a multi-track recording desk. Even in Abbey Road, the maximum the band allowed themselves was 16 tracks. And if anything, Free The Bees is cruder than its predecessor, at least in terms of its sonic finish, and is all the more liberating as a result. Its as if, making huge strides in the songwriting department, Paul and Aaron saw a need to cling on for dear life to the rawness and ardor that lent their debut its urgent immediacy. Bands sifting through old vinyl, recording only on analogue (think Toerag), wearing their influences on their sleeves such groups are 10 a penny in the current climate. And to a certain extent it could be argued that everyone engaged at the musical coalface is mining the same limited material, albeit sometimes with more modern tools. Its what you do with the stuff once youve hacked it out that counts. And this is where The Bees stands apart. They not only defy categorization they revel in such an exercises absurdities.
Remember No Trophys raucous reggae? It makes a comeback here, on the alternately jolly and menacing No Atmosphere, which somehow also finds room for the rhythmic oom-pah-pah of a one-man-band, before rushing headlong into infectious chaos. Not to mention a second appearance on the skewed instrumental, The Russian, where it shares speaker-space with big-top cymbal crashes, the eerie grooves of an Eastern Europe spy flick, and an ending that imposes an arranged marriage on genres as hitherto incompatible as free jazz and classic 70s soul.
As for the effect on their music of recording in that famous studio, The Bees clearly succumbed to its strange magic: listen to the razor-sharp guitar, to the bass-that-thinks-its-the-lead, on This Is The Land or opener The Ghosts, and youll hear just why Paul and Aaron were lured out of their shed. As you will, indeed, on each of Free The Bees 12 tracks. They represent irrefutable (and life-affirming) evidence of a band still hopelessly in love with the idea of being in love with music. Sure, jostling for their affections are that time-warped mini land-mass adrift in the English Channel, and a pile of dog-eared and scratched LPs. But The Bees have a higher calling, and its to their great credit that, faced with the temptations of the relatively stress-free existence of island life, they have chosen instead to continue embracing the chaos and answering the call. Listening to Free The Bees its tempting to find in it merely escapism set to music. Its a bit darker and messier than that, though no less beguiling.
And, as The Bees demonstrates so powerfully, even escapism requires structure in the end.......[Read Less]