Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Cocteau Twins - Head Over Heels
At this point, the Twins were now a duo of Elizabeth Fraser (vocals) and Robin Guthrie (guitar, bass and drum machine).
Side one opens with the moody “When Mama Was Moth”. It reminds me a bit of a foreign horror film and ends very suddenly. The group’s EP Sunburst and Snowblind gets its title from this one’s lyrics.
I get the sense of a sickly or sad child from “Five Ten Fiftyfold”. It reminded me of carrying around folded up tissues in my pocket for some reason.
“Sugar Hiccup” features a jangly pop sound to it musically. Lyrically, I am totally lost - I have no clue what a sugar hiccup is supposed to represent. Then there are the pigs - what are they doing there?
“In Our Angelhood” opens with a line about someone “gonna chalk you out”. I instantly think of police marking out a dead body on the ground of a crime scene.
“Glass Candle Grenades” has a very tense rhythm to it as if someone is so close to an enemy, perhaps during warfare.
Side two starts with “In the Gold Dust Rush”, a song about someone very down about their life. She likens what she has to fool’s good, deceptively worthless nuggets of nothingness.
“The Tinderbox (Of a Heart)” is an abstract look at a broken and beaten heart. Was there abuse in the relationship that left it in a mere shell form? The reference to danger leads me to think so. I do like the percussion that opens this one - very dark and ominous.
“Multifoiled” takes another look at heartbreak, though I am a little unclear with the symbolism of being “multi-foiled”.
“My Love Paramour” is next. With only eleven different words in the title, repeated over and over again in a single phrase, you would think I could decipher this one. Well…no…not a clue here.
“Musette and Drums” closes out the record with a piece about song writing and a thirteen year old fan.
This was the first album from the Cocteau Twins that I listened to all the way through. While the music has a nice, dreamy droning to it, I find that the lyrics are a bit to esoteric and incomprehensible for me. Clearly I am not the target audience for this style of music; I never really have been a deep navel-gazer (my pool only runs a few inches deep at best).