Unlike the other bands reviewed so far,
Whipping Boy have been through the full gamut of band experiences –
they’ve formed, had personnel changes, released a debut album to
total public disinterest, paid their dues in the clubs, picked up a
major label multi-album deal, released a second album to almost (but
not quite) total public disinterest, lost a major label multi-album
deal, released a third album to renewed complete public disinterest
and split up in disgust.
And yet that’s not the end of the story.
Despite the absence of any marketing push, or even the continuing
presence of the band, album #2 refuses to die. It sells in small but
constant numbers. Friends recommend it to friends. People hear it being played
at parties or in student bedsits and ask what was that, then go get
themselves a copy and continue the cycle. Muso-pseud alleged DJs
play tracks regularly on late night indie shows and slowly, oh so
slowly, the band’s reputation is
established.
Whipping Boy were originally called Lolita
and the Whipping Boy, but then Lolita became a born-again Christian
and she attempted to proselytise to the rest of the band. Finding Jesus Loves You flyers
covertly stuck into their coat pockets proved too much for the
aspirant rockers and legend has it that a solo career was swiftly
pencilled in for Lolita.
The four remaining band members (Fearghal
McKee – vocals; Paul Page – Guitar; Myles McDonnell –Bass and Colm
Hassett on Drums) released an EP or two before pushing out their
debut album Submarine on
Irish indie label Liquid Records in 1992. Nobody
noticed.
Then fortune smiled, an executive from
Colombia Records saw the band perform live, liked what he heard and
signed them up. The
result was 1995’s Heartworm. Again sales were
disappointing. The
executive moved on and the band found themselves in the dumpster out
back rather than in the green
room.
While they set about recording a follow-up
album, the rot had set in and the band formally split up on the last
day of recording. 2000’s Whipping Boy was released
posthumously. I only know one person who had a copy and they didn’t
rate it compared to
Heartworm.
Heartworm – the
album that just wouldn’t go away. Heartworm is the reason I’m
writing this review now.
Heartworm is the
reason Whipping Boy reformed in 2005 to play gigs again. Heartworm is a modern Irish
classic. Why? An old-fashioned reason – strength of music. Whipping Boy are a gloomy
gritty bunch. Having
examined their CV, you could hardly expect otherwise. Their sound is old fashioned
guitar – drums – vocals, but above all vocals. They have really
strong imagery in their lyrics. Take the following extract from
ostensibly joyous achievement anthem We don’t need nobody
else:
I hit you for the first time today I
didn't mean it It just happened You wouldn't let me go to the
phone, You wanted to make love and I did not Now I know the
distance between us Christ, we weren't even fighting, I was just
annoyed Silence and you started to cry "That really hurt!”
you said Yeah….and you thought you knew
me
They come from a time before the Celtic Tiger
when we didn’t have much, we had struggled for what little we had
and had to fight everyday to hold onto it. OK, they weren’t always that
gloomy. Debut album Submarine isn’t that gloomy.
In fact, it’s pretty good. While the band have the distinctive sound
that would develop through to Heartworm, they hadn’t yet
gotten grumpy about life’s vicissitudes. Bits of it sound like Joy
Division, bits of it sound like The Mission, bits of it sound like
Snow Patrol have a copy of the album stashed away in their bedroom
in a locked safe marked ‘Secret Plan For World Domination’, parts of
it sound like any other Irish rock band of that era (anybody
remember Cactus World News?).
By the time Heartworm came along
though, the idealism was starting to fray. It is full of songs about
the joy of finding a relationship with a woman, the extra dimensions
that builds to your life and how your personality, without any
effort, slowly, constantly but insidiously poisons it. Take the
lyrics from The Honeymoon is
over:
A rambling rose with a musky smell
walked Into my life and told me things that I cannot tell I'm
gonna sow the seeds of doubt in your mind Now I'm gonna change
the way you wonder The way you lie But the beeps are coming
baby and it's time to say goodbye I'll phone you back again, I'll
phone you back and lie So you remember now how to get your story
straight I follow in your footsteps I've been telling the same
old lies For the same old
sake
So you remember now What it takes to
make a mother cry You stupid boy So you remember now What
it takes to make a woman cry You silly
boy
As you can tell it’s quite a blokish record.
Bloke opinions and perspectives backed by bloke music. Not a lot taken from the
woman’s perspective. Not a lot of feminine softness in the sound.
And yet, they still have a tenderness of sorts. When We Were Young looks
fondly back on adolescence, a time of confusion and uncertainty as
the child emerges blinking into
adulthood:
When we were young nobody died And nobody
got older The toughest kid in the street Could always be
bought over And the first time that you loved You had all your
life to give At least that's what you said The first time you
got drunk You drank pernod and dry cider Smashed a window in
as the police came round the corner You didn't have no time to
run And your dad stood up for you As the judge said you're a
fool
And yet the overall tone is one of bitterness
and struggle. Going back to We Don’t Need Nobody Else, you can just
feel the bitterness and resentment oozing through about the success
of others:
They built portholes for Bono, so he could
gaze Out across the bay and sing about mountains Maybe. You
are what you own in this land You can be King and it all depends
on the view and what you can
see
And they go on to express bitterness and
resentment at the fraility of relationships and the imperfection of
women:
It all came out tonight The queen of
drugs broke down and cried 'Cause she'd been shagging her best
friend's guy She knew the form, she knew the lie She wasn't
shy and she refused to try That's why I'm gazing out of
portholes And I'm wondering
why
I’m thinking it’s probably something to do
with the domestic violence.
These guys can’t be easy to live with. My advice to any woman
involved would be to give up – you’ll never replace their mothers in
their affections, permanently sedate them with beer and football and
then get on with living your separate
life.
Anways, this is a music review, not Ask Abby. Heartworm is still available
in the shops and there are plans afoot to re-release Submarine. I would suggest
both are worthy investments.
Hear samples of the music here.
Further information can be found at
www.whippingboy.net and www.irishmusiccentral.com/whippingboy/index.html. Fearghal McKee is planning
to bring out a sample album in summer 2006. See www.fergalmckee.com for
more. Yes, I know that’s not how he spells his name, but hey – it’s
his website, not mine. I’m not going to tell him what to do – he
might punch me!
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