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Three for three. In 2003, The Crimea released Lottery Winners On Acid, White Russian Galaxy and Baby Boom in quick succession. In 2006, The Crimea released Lottery Winners On Acid, White Russian Galaxy and Baby Boom in quick succession. I dunno, I'd have picked Girl Just Died as a third single, but no-one can accuse the band of not being consistent... but review first, ranting later... and the ranting's not about the choice of single. Nice art on this set of releases, too.
First up is Baby Boom, showcasing one of the most haunting guitar notes I've heard. I'm still fond of the lo-fi demo from years back, but this studio album version is A Good Thing. (In contrast to the 2006 single of White Russian Galaxy, which was noticeably better than the album version.) From the double meaning of "getting slaughtered" to the remorseful storyline about the male of the species thinking with its collective penis, it's a really good song. Perhaps a little similiar in sound to WRG, but a solid favourite.
Everywhere is a Fleetwood Mac cover, light and breezy retro that emphasises just how different The Crimea are from The Crocketts. I like this habit of putting covers as the b-side on CD1 of singles... it joins You've Been A Long Time Coming and I Think We're Alone Now in being a worthy rendition, one that adds a lot to the original rather than just copy it. Two thumbs up.
New track Hospital holds the same position as Six Shoulders, Six Stone and Isobel in my affections... there are things I like about it; it also sets me a bit on edge in ways Sideways or The Great Beyond don't. To be fair, this is probably the intention. Grasping around for a way to describe that... it's akin to the difference between being a perkygoff and having a full-on Anne Rice fixation. I'd be of the first persuasion if I had any patience for dressing up.
Stop Count To Ten sees other band members get in on the words and singing, though I'm afraid I don't know them by voice... much different from its sister b-side, SCTT benefits from a volume boost to bring out the jauntiness and vocals.
Sideways is much more traditional Crimea fare, the instruments a little like early backing tracks such as La Sinoco and the first version of Girl Just Died — the lyrics are much like various other songs, and if you like them in those you'll like them in this. It's certainly wormed a way into my head.
If you've got the album, I'd suggest picking up CD1 or downloading Everywhere (if the latter, grab Sideways and the otherwise vinyl-only Ballad of Seichi Taniguchi from WRG while you're at it.) CD2 is a bit more of an equivocal recommendation.
Video of the title track is available for stream ripping (~12mb) from Contact Music and is a standard black-and-white, band-playing mood piece that gives people something to dial in and request on music television.
The rant? That goes to Warner Bros, who held Baby Boom back from being a download on iTunes and most other services until the 28th, scuppering any chance of chart success. 7digital, the place I settled on getting the tracks from in the end, did have CD2 (and CD2 only) up for grabs on the 23rd, two days after the discs came out, but it seems to have been the solitary place that did. Anyway, the 192kbps WMA files aren't bad quality, and can be burnt to CD for ripping back to versatile MP3.
BABY BOOM We're just a bunch of buffalo, getting slaughtered We're all red indians, we love fire water We're just a bunch of buffalo, getting slaughtered We're all red indians, we love fire water CHORUS: You can call me Fred Flintstone Tarzan, king of the jungle I guess I was a little prehistoric, pumpkin At your place this afternoon I guess you just weren't interested In getting drunk and trying to start a baby boom We're just a bunch of bad examples Really twisted bad examples We've all got problems From every angle CHORUS I guess I was a little Captain Caveman Woah, woah... You can call me Fred Flintstone Tarzan, king of the jungle I guess I was a little prehistoric, pumpkin At your place this afternoon You can call me Fred Flintstone Tarzan, king of the jungle I don't need the Spanish Inquisition, darlin' I don't do cryptic clues... I guess you just weren't interested In getting drunk and trying to start a baby boom No-one said it's gonna be easy walking through confetti No-one said it's gonna be fun... It won't get better
EVERYWHERE Can you hear me calling... out your name You know that I'm falling and I dunno what to say I'll speak a little louder, I'll even shout You know that I'm proud and I can't get the words out Aaaooo... I wanna be with you everywhere Aaaooo... I wanna be with you everywhere Something's happening, happening to me My friends say I'm acting peculiarly So come on baby, better make a start Better make it soon before you break my heart Aaaooo... I wanna be with you everywhere Aaaooo... I wanna be with you everywhere Can you hear me calling... out your name You know that I'm falling and I dunno what to say So come on baby, better make a start Better make it soon before you break my heart Aaaooo... I wanna be with you everywhere Aaaooo... I wanna be with you everywhere Aaaooo... I wanna be with you everywhere Aaaooo... girl... girl... girl...
HOSPITAL Along comes trouble, tears fall in a puddle Lacy eyes staring off god know where Be scared... fight it As the limbo bar gets lower and there's less limboists As your life flashes before your eyes Like a fucking slideshow Be scared... fight it Here comes the suffering, the day of reckoning We're never coming back, the ghost of Christmas past Is rising up ??? Dreams intangible, dreams that you can't fulfil Words unspeakable, when does the sad end — after the final bell Words cannot describe Along comes trouble, stands before me, says This is a free world, and I'll fuck with you if I wanna Be scared... fight it Til requiem eternum from birth to disintegration I'll always be your evil dictator Be scared... fight it The walls are closing in, the grip is tightening The grip of total fear, you'll never kill us all Never in a million years... CHORUS Got to the hospital... too late to save your life As they gently shut your eyes Got to the hospital... after the final bell As they gently shut your eyes Words cannot describe As they gently shut your eyes
STOP COUNT TO TEN I'm fallin' down all over or am I just plain mad Keep fallin' over my feet just to reach the end I'm blowin' every chance that I ever had I just needa close my eyes and count to ten CHORUS One two three four five six seven eight nine ten Dreamin' of days when I can go home An' these butterflies in my stomach Won't go as I grow old You're lookin' over my shoulder but no-one knows Been running away from home since sixteen years old You're telling me I'ma bore when I'm just a lil' mad Let's play hide-and-seek, I'm countin' to ten CHORUS (With you) Won't go as I grow old...
SIDEWAYS Finders, keepers, losers, weepers Slaves, leaders, followers Ladies and persecutors Only the lonely believe in their horoscope Only the stupid have hope CHORUS: Don't look sideways until you've reached the end Trust no-one, least of all your friends You've gotta go, figure it out for yourself (But) let me tell you something, Jesus, you need help History has spoken, and it wasn't jokin' Don't give up smokin', the end is approaching Nothing is certain but sheer devastation A three minute warning... then bang CHORUS Patience, fill me up with patience Patience, give me always patience Patience, fill me up with patience Patience, give me always CHORUS
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