|Stolen Jewels (released 1990 on Ghetto Records Cat.no. GHETT D4)|
after the band split I happened to be at a wedding reception where I met
a guy called Steve who worked at Ghetto Records - a new company that had
started out with money from Morrison & Leahey ( George Michaels
publishers). They had two bands from Liverpool on their rosta; Shack
and The Lightning Seeds. When I described what I was doing in
a drunken stupour he asked "Is it like the Pet Shop Boys?".
I thought I'd better say yes"
and the next week I went round to play them my demo. They seemed a bit
bemused and didnt really comment at all. But the next week I got
a call from Stuart Lawn saying theyd been listening to the demo
over and over again and theyd like me to come in again and have
a chat. They offered me a deal and I started work on the album almost
immediatley at the in-house studio that Stuart ran at Star street .
|Track List||Guest appearances from|
Punch & Judy
2. The Sound of Wood
3. The Parsons Nose
5. We Haul in the Booty
6. 2000 Turkish Kebabs
7. The Sound of Gyroscopes
8. Chain Smokin
9. The Lipstick Maker
10. Youre Not in the Mood
11. Bathtub Symphony
12. Thats our tune
13. The Pool Song
14. Thirteen Fingers
E. Marshall: vocals
Simon Walker: guitar
Samantha Bickley: vocals
Walter Ego: vocals
RJP Townsend: banjo
Rob McKahey: vocals
Chris Salmon: guitar
|Reviews of Stolen Jewels|
Review for Stolen Jewels 18th August 1990
Leaving his days with Stump and their tales of buffaloes and camels behind him, Kev Hopper has picked up his sampler and produced and album whose nearest bedfellow is probably MacLarens Duck Rock
Stolen Jewels has all the energy (and sometime sounds like) a demon-possessed clockwork toy, track after track underpinned by clockwork rhythms, thuds and crashes.There are virtual-locked grooves of almost inaudible noise, and on the Parsons Nose snores and a wonderful( real ) banjo take pride of place.
Most tracks are almost completely instrumental, but Hoppers lyrics are often sharp and very, very strange: Thats what I call socialism/our arteries are hardening on behalf of our brothers abroad ( 2000 Turkish kebabs) and Chain Smokin sees Hopper curl his lips around such phrases as Oral compulsion / visceral corruption / chemical seduction.
The final track, Thats our Tune sounds like an even spookier version of Fats Wallers organ playing, as used in Erazerhead, but at times the superb single' The Sound of Gyroscopes' Hopper achieves something that is grandiose, operatic and thoroughly likeable. Some day well all go mad, and all pop music will be made this way.