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Tim Woodcock reviews Elvis Costello's latest compilation CD, Extreme Honev<br />

Sweetness and Spite<br />

ELVIS COSTELLO - Extreme Honey<br />

(the very best of the Warner Bros years)<br />

Warner Bros Records<br />

"The Circus Animals' Desertion"<br />

..Those masterful images because complete,<br />

Grew in pure mind, but out of what began?<br />

A mound of refuse or the sweeping of a street<br />

Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can,<br />

Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut<br />

Who keeps the till. Now that mv ladder's gonq<br />

I must lie down where all ladders start,<br />

ln the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.<br />

w.B. Yeats (1939)<br />

This<br />

I<br />

whole eighty-minute album<br />

could be summarised by its first<br />

five seconds: the delicious harmony<br />

oi a potential doo-wop<br />

number and then the disruptive crash<br />

and snarl of a drum. Elvis Costello is<br />

all sweetness and spite. This is mostly<br />

due to his extraordinarily distinctive<br />

voice which could never be described<br />

as pleasant but is too captivating to be<br />

dismissed. A rough measure of how<br />

good an artist is, I think, the number of<br />

records you once had-the three Elvis<br />

Costello albums I had were lent to<br />

friends and never returned.<br />

Costello has been'best of-ed' several<br />

times before: but this is a selection<br />

hand-picked by the man himself to celebrate<br />

his ten years on the Warner Bros.<br />

label. The period saw Warner Bros<br />

become Time Warner, Thatcher fall and<br />

Blair rise; and Costello learn to drive a<br />

car and write musical notation (so says<br />

the indispensable sleeve notes). issue 6<br />

fresh albums and his whole back-catalogue,<br />

write soundtracks for Alan<br />

Bleasdale's dramas, collaborate and<br />

tour with the Brodsky Ouartet, and<br />

direct London's eclectic Meltdown<br />

Festival. ln this time the only commercially<br />

successfu'l album was 1994's<br />

back to basics Brutal Youth. Therefore,<br />

say some, it has been a decade of<br />

digression - once a shouty speccy<br />

punk, always a shouty speccy punk.<br />

And it would be folly to argue that the<br />

3-minute, 4-piece slices of rage are not<br />

his forte.<br />

But he has diversified, experimented<br />

and irreversibly matured. Even working<br />

with The Attractions second time<br />

around was something new: "l wanted<br />

to make a record out of pieces that I<br />

had taken some time think about. with<br />

a few songs that I couldn't have written<br />

when I was twenty-two". ln pop<br />

music only a select handful of mainstream<br />

artists combine longevity with<br />

credibility. And unlike Bowie or<br />

McCartney, Elvis Costello has drifted<br />

from his roots in a consistent direction<br />

(that is, towards classical music). The<br />

most satisfactory result was the Juliet<br />

Letters project, in which a sublime<br />

string quartet is fused with Costello's<br />

voice singing letters of some<br />

sort. The apparently upbeat<br />

words, "Banish all dismay, extinguish<br />

every sorrow/ if l'm lost<br />

or l'm forgiven/ the birds will<br />

still be singing" bely the actual<br />

meaning: the dour arrangement<br />

indicates that this is an ironic<br />

suicide note. Conversely the<br />

unstoppably bouncy "The Other<br />

Side of Summer" invites you to<br />

sing along, in fact insists you<br />

join in, "Iit'sJ tragic without reason/<br />

there's malice in this<br />

magic". lt is a curious habit,<br />

but Costello likes to write lyrics<br />

that work against the melody.<br />

The words are as far from<br />

clich6 as one can get, and are<br />

loaded with meanings that only<br />

reveal themselves after numerous<br />

listens. The cumulative effect is<br />

that even the impenetrable lyrics (for<br />

me 'Poor Fractured Atlas', '13 Steps<br />

Lead Down') take on an arcane power.<br />

Even if you have no idea what he is on<br />

about it has an effect - you may still<br />

get the neck mohican.<br />

The political songs are rare but<br />

understated masterpieces (remember<br />

'Pills and Soap' or 'Shipbuilding'?).<br />

Heie he hopes to outlive Thatcher so<br />

that he can 'Tramp the Dirt Down' on<br />

her grave. There is something of an<br />

overgrown Sixth Former in the words:<br />

"When England was the whore of the<br />

world Margaret was her madam/ and<br />

the future looked as bright and as clear<br />

as the black tarmacadam". There is<br />

surely a more constructive way of venting<br />

such anger, but Costello has no<br />

desire to be a spokesman or a sloganeer;<br />

for him such songs are "very personal<br />

songs.. the ones I write because I don't<br />

want them in my head a second longer".<br />

On faith he is equally sour: "Please<br />

don't let me be anything I can't explain/<br />

movement 1e<br />

I can't believe/ I'll never believe in anything<br />

again" ('Couldn't Call it Unexpected<br />

no.4'). Such eloquent cynicism<br />

almost becomes its own moral code,<br />

"Nonsense prevails, modesty fails/<br />

Grace and virtue turn into stupidity".<br />

Hope springs sporadically. But the light<br />

relief of 'London's Brilliant Parade' and<br />

'Veronica' are anomies.<br />

The problem-as ever-is how much<br />

can you identify the artist with his<br />

work? Certainly Costello is playful<br />

and knowing, and would love us to<br />

think he is just like the characters he<br />

speaks through. But it should be<br />

noted that the characters tend to<br />

gravitate towards the same twisted<br />

outlook.<br />

There is the existentialism-for-effect<br />

of "l want to vanish/ this is my last<br />

request/ l've given you the awful truth/<br />

Now give me my rest"-and you think<br />

perhaps it is all a showbiz persona:<br />

each evening he goes takes off his<br />

trademark glasses and scowl. But then<br />

there are marvellous personal notes<br />

such as: "1 <strong>98</strong>9. very cold so start to<br />

grow hair and beard. Seems to scare<br />

people, so grow it longer".<br />

This myopic misanthrope is someone<br />

of extraordinary talent and output. I<br />

wish we could be sure that we're<br />

enjoying his malevolent creations without<br />

them encroaching on us. @<br />

What shall we do?<br />

What shall we do with all this useless beauty?<br />

(Elvis Costello, 1994)

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