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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 />
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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)