“If I Could Tell You”, with its mysterious extended intro,
stopped me in my tracks when I first it. Nev Cottee
has been affectionately described as the "Manc Lee Hazlewood" and
there is undoubtedly something of the moustachioed master about his deep, warm
voice. The backing (strummed acoustic guitar, hand drums, neighing horses,
waves of massed vocals, piano and strings) and production here, however, more
closely resemble that of a soft-rock re-edit such as you’d find on the ace AOR Disco blog site – with all the different elements stretched and spaced out,
moving in and out of the mix. (Think also: Bill Callahan, if he ever swapped his
wood cabin in the mountains for a trek through the desert with J Spaceman).
It made sense for the 10-inch single to be released on Aficionado Recordings, a label who specialize in the kind of shimmering, Balearic sun-setters that waft out of tents in the early hours at Glastonbury. The lyrics have a rueful, reflective, end-of-a-big-night feel to them: "Time will say nothing but 'I told you so'…we know the price that we’ll have to pay, but I want you more each and every day."
It made sense for the 10-inch single to be released on Aficionado Recordings, a label who specialize in the kind of shimmering, Balearic sun-setters that waft out of tents in the early hours at Glastonbury. The lyrics have a rueful, reflective, end-of-a-big-night feel to them: "Time will say nothing but 'I told you so'…we know the price that we’ll have to pay, but I want you more each and every day."
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