Best of Family Fodder's Savoir Faire
On Savoir Faire, Family Fodder fills out the Heads' twitchy punk trappings: guitar is supplemented by prepared piano and tape loops. Instead of Byrne's trapped-cat vocals, the motley Fodder chants and sings discordant multi-part harmonies. Eno crushed the Heads' rickety minimalism with too much aural cargo. There's no such concern with Fodder, because their diversity isn't an afterthought--it's pure dada, from the basement on up.
Don't get me wrong--Fodder's Sally Pearce can write songs. "Dinosaur Sex" is as epic as its title, a percussive, joyous slog through the swamps. "Tragicomedy" is an accordion serenade about bizarre love triangles gone horribly wrong ("Then one of us died/ The audience split their sides/ And laughed till they cried").
The centerpiece of the album is a Blondie-themed pair. At first, their jalepeño-bubblegum cover of "Sunday Girl" is all sun and surf, until it collapses into something a crazier Brian Wilson might dream up. Then comes "DEBBIE HARRrY," in which Dominique Levillain squeals "Deborah Harry, I'm having your baby" in her gorgeous French accent. "No Exit," eat your heart out.
Why do some bands make awful comeback albums, and others never have fame to come back to? In a perfect world, it wouldn't even be a question. (Dark Beloved Cloud)
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