Showing posts with label Adele. Show all posts
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Thursday, 15 September 2011

Mr Kiss Kiss Bang Bang Sing Song


Next year James Bond turns fifty and, to be fair, he’s looking pretty good for it. He can still take out an army of henchmen, defuse a nuclear detonator and identify a cheeky vintage Bordeaux, even with his Walther PPK crammed into an unforgiving pair of turquoise budgie smugglers.

That’s what we love about James Bond. Whereas some film franchises suffer from their over reliance on ‘formula’, we tend to feel cheated if a bond film doesn’t feature a debonair villain, three exotic locations and some kind of man-eating animal (piranhas, sharks, alligators, Denise Richards). Perhaps the most comforting element of the entire series, however, is the Bond theme song. Bold, brassy and about a subtle as a wedgie from Brian Blessed, the best examples rise above their contrived origins and flavour-of-the-month vocalists, to stand the test of time as classics of film music.

Everyone has their own special memories of the Bond theme. We’ve all enjoyed a Christmas Day afternoon, stuffed with turkey, listening to Lulu coming to a “glittering end”, as silhouetted women dived naked from the barrel of golden gun. Unfortunately, this is one area of the well-loved series that seems to be getting weaker with every new instalment. Just as the Craig-era directors attempted to revitalise the format with a gritty, hard-edged style, the songs’ composers seemed to be working to a similar brief. Another Way to Die, by Jack White and Alicia Keys, had all the aural appeal of four minutes listening to Paul Shane fart into a wet football sock.

Over the years, the franchise has danced dangerously close to self-parody. So it’s a good bet that those big, bombastic themes, with their overblown horn sections, have forever been consigned to annals of history, along with hand-drawn animation and Steve Guttenberg. But over the years, Bond has given us some timeless musical moments and it would be foolish to overlook the heritage of the series. With the news that beefy balladeer Adele may soon be belting out a theme song of her own, there’s a glimmer of hope that we may once again enjoy a proper Bond theme, right down to the torturous non-sequiteur reference to the film’s title in its lyrics.

To get us in the mood, here are my favourite five Bond theme songs – feel free to disagree and suggest your own.

Matt Monro - From Russia With Love

As the second film in the series, certain elements of what was to become the Bond ‘formula’ began to make their presence known. One of these was the notion of a theme song – although it wasn’t until Goldfinger that the title song would play over the opening credits. Matt Monro’s ballad about a pointless return trip to Moscow had to make do with appearing on a radio fifteen minutes into the film, before getting a full airing once Rosa Klebb had kicked her last shin. Lyrically, it’s almost entirely meaningless – an issue that many subsequent songwriters would struggle with. Given the franchise’s penchant for preposterous titles, it’s enough to give any self-respecting lyricist an aneurysm. Despite all this, it’s a powerful song, and my top tip if you ever find yourself coerced into any kind of karaoke activity. Just be sure to save enough breath for that last "looooooooove" - the ‘singing bus driver’ could hold a note from Putney to Plaistow.



Louis Armstrong - We Have All The Time In The World

1969 gave Cubby Broccoli the opportunity to shake and stir things up a bit. Sean Connery had temporarily surrendered his licence to kill, leaving the portly producer with something of a casting headache. By choosing a handsome but largely inanimate plank of three-ply, Eon made it clear that this was a different kind of Bond. Taking this logic one step further, they also decided to do away with the opening theme song which, by now, was now a well-established component of the series’ ongoing success. It didn’t help matters that even Lesley Bricusse was struggling to fit the title ‘On Her Majesty’s Secret Service’ into a workable lyric. So out went the theme song, and in came Hal David and John Barry to compose the classic Louis Armstrong ballad. Although it was considered a flop at the time, the gentle optimism of the song, coupled with a masterclass in distinctive delivery, is now a bona fide classic and one of the few Bond themes you wouldn’t be embarrassed to admit owning. The fact that it's the soundtrack to a film that ends with the hero's wife being shot before she even makes it to the honeymoon suite, gives it an extra sting in the tail.



Carly Simon - Nobody Does It Better

Carly Simon was the perfect choice for mid-70s Bond. Only four years into the role, Roger Moore’s portrayal of the suave super spy was so tongue-in-cheek he was in danger of giving himself a mouth ulcer, and his self-awareness must have inspired Marvin Hamlisch and Carole Bayer Sager's straight-faced sarcasm. Superficially, one could argue that the song is a straight-forward declaration of love for the world’s best lover. But then, why would the studio choose Carly Simon of all people to sing it? Carly, after all, was most famous for a blistering take-down of an ex who loved nothing more than to watch himself gavotte.



Duran Duran - A View To A Kill

If you were to poll every Bond fan in the world for their favourite episode, it's unlikely that AVTAK would be troubling the top of the league. Badly paced, disjointed and incoherent, it’s coming to something when the high-point of your movie is Grace Jones feverishly pumping a mine cart full of explosives. By 1985 Roger was looking pretty long in the tooth, to the point that the producers were deploying rear projection and stunt doubles for anything that required more than a light jog. Ever the pro, Moore was at least willing to do his own love scenes, but the sight of a decrepit man in a safari suit attempting to pull up to Grace's bumper was a little like watching your granddad trying to mount a well-polished sideboard. And yet, despite the film’s inherent craptitude, the theme song’s a blinder. Full of mid-eighties thump, and boasting a seductive LeBon vocal, this is one of Duran Duran’s finest songs. In my mind, it’s also one of the least dated soundtrack entries to emerge from that dark era in music history.



KD Lang - Surrender

A number of songs were submitted to accompany Pierce Brosnan's second outing as Bond, with Sheryl Crow's unlistenably scratchy Tomorrow Never Dies being the eventual victor. However, the producers made an egregious error by overlooking this masterpiece by David Arnold, who also composed the film's score. Bond doesn't have a the best track record with lesbians - the last time he had a sapphic encounter, he converted her with a roll in the hay and left a bunch of comely pilots without a leader. So maybe it's no surprise that kd lang failed to make the cut, although she did at least get the runner's up slot over the end credits. But it just seems such a waste, since the song is an absolute belter. With a gloriously OTT arrangement that could give DSB DVT, kd channels the awesome lung-power of Tiger Bay's finest herself, nailing the melodrama as well as the melody. Adele, I hope you're taking notes.




Wednesday, 22 July 2009

The meaning of Diva

VH1 has announced that it's going to be interrupting its highbrow programming (including 'Charm School with Ricki Lake' and 'Megan Wants a Millionaire') to bring back an old favourite. After a four year absence, we can finally start looking forward to the 2009 edition of VH1 Divas.

Airing back in 1998, the first VH1 Divas concert was staged to help raise money for the channel's "Save The Music Foundation". Despite the impressive names in the line-up, most people actually tuned in to see how any venue could possibly house the titanic egos of some of music's biggest names. Sharing a stage (but presumably not a dressing room) were Shania Twain, Celine Dion, Gloria Estefan, Carole King, Aretha Franklin and Mariah Carey.

Particular attention was paid to Carey, who has a well-documented reputation for diva-like behaviour, and Franklin - the biggest diva of them all (in circumference as well as talent). Thankfully, the only histrionics on the night were the vocal kind, and VH1 were sufficiently happy to make the event an annual one.

Over the years the show played host to the biggest female names in music, including Patti LaBelle, Tina Turner, Whitney Houston, Diana Ross, Cher, Mary J. Blige, Donna Summer, and (weirdly) Elton John. At the time people questioned Elton's eligibility, only to be reminded that, in contemporary terms at least, he was the quintessential diva - a vast talent dwarfed by shrieking demands and a complete absence of humility.

Now with the concept being dragged out of early retirement, the carefully tweezed eyebrows of the entertainment business are being raised once again. But this time it's not the gender of the acts that are causing consternation, more the status. So far, only four stars have been named, with Kelly Clarkson considered the veteran of the group that also includes Leona Lewis, Adele and Miley Cyrus.

Given that Adele and Leona only really found fame in the last 18 months, and Miley has yet to graduate beyond the Disney channel (come to think of it, she hasn't even graduated high school), it's hard not to feel that the true diva is a dying breed. Being a great singer is one thing, but the appeal of the diva lies is to be found in the inaccessible prima donna, not the quality of the live vocal. Grace Jones is a diva, even though her voice sounds like the belch of dishwater disappearing down the drain.

As great as I'm sure their performances will be, I can't help but feel a little underwhelmed by the idea of an all-star show where the talent just gushes about "How amazing it is to be here". The show's called Divas, so we want people who refuse to leave their dressing room until there are enough humidifiers to create a thundercloud. Still, they've got a couple of months to turn into monsters. My money's on Leona.

Tuesday, 14 July 2009

We demand a recount

An interesting development in the X-Factor camp today, as news emerged about plans for controversial contestant Laura White's debut single. Once fĂȘted as the favourite to win, Laura caused a public outcry when she was shockingly voted off by the judges in the fifth week of the contest.

Such was the impact of the scratchy-voiced warbler's sudden departure, people rushed to accuse ITV of a 'conspiracy'. Adele, Lily Allen and Alesha Dixon all weighed in on the subject, speaking out in interviews and blogging about the injustice of it all.

Weirdly, the topic even made the Houses of Parliament as Culture Secretary Andy Burnham contradicted himself, saying "MPs should resist the temptation to comment on editorial matters although the temptation is great in my case, having seen the wonderful and talented Laura White very harshly voted off X Factor on Saturday."

Despite the fact that she had a thoroughly affected singing style and a voice that could worry livestock, she was the darling of fans of 'proper music'. These natural enemies of all things popular thought that she was an authentic artist, rather than a complicit pop puppet. No-one ever seemed to point out that she was simply rehashing the Amy/Duffy/Adele 'white girl soul sound' that was so very now... 12 months ago.

With the X-Factor excitement now a dim and distant memory, the contestants are starting to re-emerge from their recording studio hibernation to share the fruits of their labour. Schoolgirls' favourite Eoghan Quigg sadly fell at the first hurdle with an ear-raping album of wretched covers described by PopJustice founder Peter Robinson as the "worst album in the history of recorded sound".

So understandably the pressure's on to ensure that Laura doesn't follow in the dragging footsteps of little Eoghan's sneakers. And her management have come up with a fairly innovative idea to ensure that they can't be accused of screwing it up.

It was announced today that Laura's fans will be given the chance to decide on the song that she releases as her debut single. Having questioned whether she even wanted a career in music after her disappointing exit from the show, her mind was changed by the "immense amount of support" she received from fans. So now she's repaying the favour by allowing them to decide on what happens next with her career. Let's just hope that her loyal supporters actually bother to vote this time around.