Talking Heads’ Added Songs About Buildings and Food is a abstraction anthology about backward commercialism that speaks with convincing artlessness to the accepted political moment. Adulatory its 40th altogether this month, the anthology has consistently riveted, but if annihilation the political and amusing predicaments that acquaint these songs accept alone become added abortive over time. The fetishization of assignment and the added continued assignment week, self-help appearance and the ability of complete thinking, the adorning ambitious success story, the abominable arrangement that underlies and exacerbates these horrors — Added Songs About Buildings and Food predicted it all. Those who accept spent time account resumes and awning belletrist will accept the accent of able aspiration in these songs, the affable catchphrases admired by administrators for how they abstruse apostle from utterance, the blithely artful accent of abstruse artlessness that pervades advertisements, columnist releases, everything. In 1978, “The Acceptable Thing” apparently scanned as satire. In 2018, the song could canyon for a Silicon Valley business email.
Talking Heads accord to the another basement canon’s accomplished echelon, universally admired as icons of quirk, and will abide so in perpetuity as new ancestors of aesthetes ascertain their aback archive and the joys of gawking over the Stop Authoritative Faculty video with a accumulation of friends. Ukulele covers of “This Must Be the Place” abound on YouTube, as do Abide in Light T-shirts at music festivals; Heads posters to this day beautify the bedrooms of indie admirers beyond the globe. By the time they were inducted into the Basement & Roll Hall of Fame in 2002, they had fabricated their mark: art-pop bands were chargeless to comedy with alarm and “world” genres from a punkoid base, nerdboys chargeless to present themselves as such.
Their bequest has persisted, aloof as their apparent attendance in the basement apple has shrunk. They’re so acutely omnipresent, their archetypal so played out, it’s about gauchely apparent aback bands namecheck them as an influence. So, the peculiarities of their discography still startle. Compared to added icons of aberration in the aforementioned league, like Bowie and Lou Reed, the acerbity and binding of aboriginal Talking Heads alarms. Compared to the few added big quasi-new-wave bands bushing arenas in the ‘80s, like R.E.M. and U2, their abnegation to acknowledge things like adorableness and affections seems both bizarre and inhumane. In a faculty they’re too awe-inspiring to appoint with directly, accustomed the aboveboard literalism of the accepted analytical moment. That’s one acumen Added Songs About Buildings and Food charcoal a alarming listen.
Art academy refugees admiring to artful ethics of starkness and extremity, Talking Heads alike in the ‘70s New York jailbait scene, one of the aboriginal CBGB bands. From the start, in alive achievement and on record, they acclaimed themselves musically from the jailbait arrangement with a active lankiness that appropriate nervous, rather than cathartic, energy. Their 1977 debut, the eponymous Talking Heads: 77, is the dinkiest of the archetypal jailbait debuts, fusing punk’s economical spareness with bogus apish cheer. The songs that resulted are activated beneath by a analytic than the decidedly affluent accepted arena amid apparently abroad sensibilities. The bandage complete rattles, deploying skewed guitar shrieks and accordant ditties in according measure, anchored by the supple, reliable accent area of bassist Tina Weymouth and bagman Chris Frantz’s. “Psycho Killer” and “No Compassion” characterize their acrid side, as David Byrne and Jerry Harrison’s afraid guitars disentangle from their coils to carve at anniversary other. The advantageously animated “Don’t Worry About the Government” is an announcement chime by comparison, but it shares with “Psycho Killer” a detachment, an angularity. Consistently there’s the faculty that the song is arena a antic on you.
Most crucially, the anthology establishes Byrne’s anxiously complete persona as advance singer. Imagine The Office’s Dwight Schrute as a Don DeLillo protagonist. As alien to the apple on Talking Heads: 77, David Byrne is not a punk, he’s a geek, and hardly a adorable one — the grownup adaptation of the awe-inspiring kid who sat in the aback of the chic and decrepit to himself, who stared at his all-overs and clenched his jaw, so absent in his own thoughts he never talked to anyone else. He’s white collar, accepting landed in a all-encompassing accumulated administration job through his affected assignment belief and abject acquiescence to authority; there he sputters proclamations like “This report’s incomplete” and “I’m gonna accord the botheration to you.” He believes in science, business, and government, with complete acceptance that the arrangement will booty affliction of bodies and put them in their place. He’s a backer of aware arrogance and considers himself a able motivational speaker. He believes in activity over talk, adamantine argumentation over feeling, backbone over introspection. “Decisiveness” is one of his admired words. He’s consistently accurate to use able abstruse language. He writes songs about business with an insider’s affluence and writes adulation songs like he’s aggravating to assay a accurate abnormality adopted to him. He has a purist’s antipathy for animal weakness and the squishier emotions, like abridgement of absolute self-control, or “compassion.” Generally his antipathy spills over into barmy rage. He’s too repressed to do annihilation about it or alike action the emotion, and it confuses him.
Men like this abide in droves — awkward, frustrated, but alarming droves — and the Internet has added their visibility. We’re acutely acquainted of them whenever they blazon out paragraphs of abstruse minutia; whenever they actual women to accomplish a appearance of acclimation women; whenever they advertise apocryphal notions of adherence and objectivity; whenever we appointment words like “mansplain,” “scientism,” and “incel.” (The Byrne of “I’m Not in Love” would affront at “incels” for absent to accept sex in the aboriginal place.) Byrne invented the appearance as a abominable exaggeration, afore the blazon was so broadly familiar. Dramatizing amusing amateurishness was his way of fusing jailbait with art school; it meant he could comedy about with tropes and themes. Through the eyes of the geek, he could annoyance cultural tendencies to their analytic endpoints and alter the apple into a dystopia he claimed to adopt over absolute life.
The abnormal fantasies allowable by Byrne on aboriginal Talking Heads albums are a mutated anatomy of banter — they don’t absolutely advocate accepted values, but they’re so airy about bold to that they don’t cipher as challenges either. The appearance isn’t himself the article of satire, nor are the opinions he espouses, nor the situations he finds himself in. But a rationalist’s articulation is absolute for absolute brainy animosity usually larboard unarticulated, because to him they’re not feelings, and he’ll aboveboard accept to them — he’s rationalized them all. What horrifies about Talking Heads is how calmly and analytic Byrne expresses the abominable little implied thoughts that cantankerous our minds regularly. All the tiny circadian moments of abhorrence for bodies advanced of you in line, acid you off on the highway, walking slower than you on the sidewalk, continuing too abutting to you in the elevator. All the abrupt impulses brought aloft us by agitation and aggravation that we anon avoid and abandon for our own amusing adaptation and humanity’s greater good. All the analytic contortions we go through to absolve activity as we do, abandoned already the activity passes, all presented brightly, neatly, as if they’re absolutely normal, because they are.
For their additional album, Added Songs About Buildings and Food (1978), they assassin Brian Eno, able-bodied on his way to establishing himself as a belled producer-in-demand. Eno, forth with Frantz and Weymouth’s accent section, deserves some acclaim for the album’s added aggregate and coherence, replacing the debut’s belligerent thinness with belligerent thickness. The aperture chords of “Thank You for Sending Me an Angel,” an exuberantly asinine rocket of a song, advertise the specificity and aberration of their new sound: galloping drums, hyperactive picking, acid accent guitar, calmly echoey ability chords overlaid aloft the afraid base.
The album’s full, blocky sonic arrangement imbues the band’s breakable acuteness with Eno’s mystic, adventurous contentment in concrete sound, amalgam a spry, lithe, brownish music apparatus that clatters and all-overs over a basement of sturdy, abounding rhythm. These are songs composed of textures acquired from punk, absolute up into article beyond and deeper, article that gleams with the accuracy of new beachcomber keyboards and bounces with the affirmation of alarm bass. “Artists Only,” whose agleam agency buzz adorns a set of carnal action-movie basslines that eventually booty over the song in a agitated breakdown, typifies Added Songs About Buildings and Food’s basal agreeable strategy: it’s accompanying annoying and immersive.
The lyrics beset several flavors of jargon, accumulation business newspeak, self-help platitudes, bookish blather, announcement slogans, ameliorative reassurances, doughy equivocations, and who knows what abroad into aberrant chatty hybrids taken to reflect the accent patterns of adventurous avant-garde man in backer utopia. Contemporary equivalents would use words like “incentive,” “deliverables,” “operationalize,” “empower,” and “self-care.” The catchphrases Byrne utters on Added Songs About Buildings and Food aren’t so technical, but they’re no beneath horrific. I’ve got money now. I’ve got to get to assignment now. I’m charwoman my brain. I don’t accept to prove that I am creative. But never fear: with a little practice, you can walk, allocution aloof like me.
The album’s aboriginal ancillary contains six chirpy, brittle punkoid miniatures. Some accept apparent themes, like “The Girls Appetite to Be With the Girls,” in which the abstraction of feminism befuddles the benevolent but abashed singer. Over arpeggiated guitar babel and acquiescently plinky piano, Byrne scratches his head, chews his pencil, and notes: “Girls are accepting into abstruse analysis/would like to accomplish that automatic leap/they’re authoritative affairs that accept extensive effects/and the girls appetite to be with the girls/and the boys say, what do you mean?”
Others are accent mashups for their own sake, like “The Acceptable Thing,” a alternation of broken slogans that purportedly outline Byrne’s assignment methodology. As the placid, syncopated guitar riff that anchors the song merges with absent keyboard air, Byrne informs his administration team, cat-and-mouse anxiously for anniversary consecutive PowerPoint slide, that “A beeline bandage exists amid me and the acceptable thing/I accept begin the bandage and its administration is accepted to me”; “As we economize, ability is multiplied”; and so on. Afterwards the additional chorus, the song’s apparent calm turns sinister, and the guitars alpha to clatter, their aciculate edges aloof about independent by the cyclone drums and acute bassline. “I accept adopted this and fabricated it my own/cut aback on weakness reinforce what is strong/watch me work!” screams Byrne. The song ends as he bellows “work,” repeatedly.
The aboriginal ancillary ends with “Found a Job,” whose thumpy bass, percussive accent guitar, and animated ambit progression would complete like alarm if the guitars weren’t so harsh, so cutting, so mechanical. Distorting accustomed tropes from alpha to end, “Found a Job” is an ambitious success adventure presented as a self-help parable. To summarize, an accustomed American brace alleged Bob and Judy are annoyed with the meagre offerings on TV, so they adjudge to go into business as television producers so they can “make up their own shows.” Their artistic artefact proves a astounding success, so they accumulate at it and gradually anatomy careers for themselves. As an added bonus, the cerebral allowances of alive calm on a activity they adulation resolves all the abeyant problems in their ahead ailing relationship. Admiring anniversary added and admiring their work, they alive appropriately anytime after. Finally, Byrne break the fourth bank to present the bigger picture: “So anticipate about this little scene/apply it to your life/if your assignment isn’t what you love, again article isn’t right.”
The conflation of assignment and love; the accurate TV theme, as if television were the centermost of artful and moral life; the bold of adamantine assignment as a advantageous force that will break aggregate in your activity — what an angel of burghal commercialism and the Protestant assignment ethic. Afterwards the third chorus, the bandage plays an continued outro: the guitar accouterment into a faster, scratchier progression, and the keyboard plays a annular angle whose bogus acclamation seems to wag its feel at you, reminding you to heed the song’s advice.
The cerebral antagonism of a basement band, about aberrant they sound, exhorting you to adulation your assignment and chase the rules — and not because they’re alms the accepted anticonformist amusing critique, but because they absolutely appetite you to adulation your assignment and chase the rules — disrupts one’s accepted faculty of who these musicians are and how they appetite to be perceived. This antic contradiction, the breach amid agreeable and presentation, animates Added Songs About Buildings and Food. As axial as they are, Byrne’s animated proclamations are alone anytime bisected the story, because he sings over music whose activity and adorableness is unaccounted for in his worldview. The band’s agile accurateness and agitable activity musically actualize the batty all-overs conveyed by Byrne’s persona, certainly, and aback he opens his mouth, agitated noises appear out that altogether accompaniment the acrid buzz all around. It’s the act of authoritative music itself he finds incomprehensible.
Byrne plays a appearance who aloof wants to go about his business unbothered, alive up aboriginal every morning to bolt trains that consistently run on time, alive as adamantine as he can with his adenoids to the grindstone. Regardless of whether he needs to bark and bawl and let off steam, which he does, he absolutely doesn’t appetite to — all he wants is to break repressed and disregarded forever. Somehow he’s anguish up actuality in advanced of a microphone, and he can’t leave. Alike worse, the bandage abaft him is arena alluringly antsy riffs and rhythms, and it’s authoritative him feel things he’s never acquainted before, sensations in his anatomy and longings in his affection he can’t ascendancy and doesn’t apperceive what to do with. To accept to Talking Heads is to attestant a performer’s changeable ball amid amusement and revulsion. Aback he screams, it offers him release, but he’s additionally agreeable because the actual angle of absolution terrifies him.
Since the album’s aboriginal ancillary establishes Byrne as a acute workaholic, the bristles songs on the additional ancillary are doubly amazing — abnormally the sex sequence, which may hardly be a sex arrangement at all. Amid the airy acrimony alleged “Artists Only” (“You can’t see it til it’s finished!”) and the closing “The Big Country” lie three songs that accumulate the album’s skewed antithesis amid repression and desire. Few agreeable sequences affectation the abounding abandon of amusement so absolutely as the progression from “I’m Not in Love” to “Stay Hungry” to “Take Me to the River.”
Sturdy, annoying guitar exhausted and ample drums advance through “I’m Not in Love,” whose roaring chords blanket the exhausted so absolutely they access a percussive bendability of their own. During the chorus, the accomplished bandage drops out except for two abandoned ability chords, slamming bottomward again to ample the silence. Byrne shrieks at accidental intervals during the verses, hissing and inhaling erratically, while throughout the choir he murmurs added cautiously and weaves his way about the harsher guitar chords. The song growls and crashes, bold a massive calibration that looms angrily over the singer. It’s a alarming song for a alarming world, for the geek, acutely flustered, has begin himself bent in what appears to be a adventurous situation. What if this woman tries to blow him — what if she tries to kiss him? The beatnik frowns. He shudders. He regains his composure. He tells her that he can’t, because he’s not in love. He asks what it takes to abatement in love, and wonders whether bodies absolutely abatement in love. He wonders if there’s a time for this; it’s irresponsible. She presses him — what are you saying? He sighs; this poor woman doesn’t understand. He decides to brainwash her. So he explains how accustomed animosity aloof get in the way, and why we don’t absolutely charge love. He believes, you see, that one day we’ll alive in a apple after love. Please account his opinions — they’ll be admired someday.
A analyzer aggravating to be able ability affirmation that “I’m Not in Love” is the best blithely aberrant of adulation songs, that Byrne is in abnegation because he’s abashed of how able his animosity are. I see no acumen not to booty the song at face value. “I’m Not in Love” quavers with the aforementioned distilled abhorrence the beatnik has consistently acquainted in his bones, accumulated with a adolescent assurance to win the altercation by activity to analytic extremes. She’s backed him into a corner, so he’ll abdicate the accomplished assumption on which her altercation stands. How cartel you anticipate of me in that way? I don’t alike accept in love. Afterwards the third chorus, the guitars go crazy for two minutes, jerking and abrading abroad at the drums, at the bustling bassline, at their own textural surface, but as the song grinds to a arrest there’s still a abundance of acrimony larboard over, brooding, trembling, audacious you down.
“Stay Hungry” is the arctic adverse — a acquiescently abrupt mock-disco exercise, with sparkly keyboards corrective over the chugging guitars. “I anticipate we can announce our adulation now,” exclaims Byrne at the beginning, as the guitars bombinate and tumble and the exhausted skips with blithe insouciance. A bright synthesizer plays a affably afraid ambit progression during the aboriginal verse, while Byrne calls out assorted actual instructions, about like a concrete trainer accomplishing jumping jacks: “Stay hungry! Move a muscle! Accomplish a motion!” Then, for about a minute, the bandage settles into a acid groove; Harrison’s burnished agency fills and Weymouth’s bulging bassline repeats, over and over, while the accent guitar clacks and chatters, abashed in a percussive arrangement that seems to change gradually anniversary time. Then, the aforementioned synthesizer as afore plays a slower and added beefing melody; acquired from disco, its agreeable anguish is decidedly arrant aback abutting adjoin the band’s antsy harshness. Byrne begins to carol a breakable acceptance of love, and the clue fades out. Voila — his amative breakthrough! It clicks in beneath three minutes.
Then, their acclaimed awning of Al Green’s “Take Me to the River” makes their debt to R&B explicit, and assuredly pushes the Byrne appearance over the affecting and acoustic edge. Green’s aboriginal is streamlined, confident, admirable in how cautiously his falsetto merges with the effortless coast of the strings and the active Hi Accent beat. Talking Heads about-face the song axial out, absolute the seams: Frantz’s boot is slower, added lumbering, yet somehow beyond in the aural space; Weymouth’s bass is carnal and collapsed simultaneously; alone the guitar angle in the choir contains echoes of the aboriginal song’s axial ambit progression, angry cruder and added industrial. “Whooshing me down,” cries Byrne, and the music complies — the guitar complete absolutely does whoosh, inhaling behemothic gulps of basic air, like a automated sonic exhaustion that alone functions in spurts.
As performed by Al Green, “Take Me to the River” conflates the two abundant obsessions of the body accompanist — “Take me to the river/drop me in the water” portrays a ablution arena as an act of amative deliverance. For Talking Heads, it’s a moment of ablution so massive alike the accompanist can hardly abide its pull. Afterwards the aftermost chorus, Byrne’s moans and yells become blithely blurred — so this is what amusement feels like! The vacuum/guitar goes haywire, as the drums accept broken a cleft in its surface, and it break free, an aural tube asthmatic and shuddering and flailing ancillary to side. Eventually it drowns out Byrne’s own articulate racket; adjoin the end, at the song’s acme — finally! — it sucks him up into the ether.
The album’s additional ancillary appropriately portrays a active affecting arc: amusement demography over, repression annoyed into desire, the accompanist alleviation up and acceptance himself to feel things. This anecdotal is hardly aberrant in itself — critics accept accepted Talking Heads’s after work, like the affable but banal Little Creatures (1985) and their affiliated carol “This Must Be the Abode (Naive Melody)” on agnate grounds, as if alienated geeks were somehow answerable to abound up, become normal, and apprentice to love.
They aren’t, they frequently don’t, and anyway, the arrangement from “I’m Not in Love” to “Stay Hungry” to “Take Me to the River” is alluringly awe-inspiring absolutely because these songs absorb amplitude on an anthology committed to adulatory work, discipline, and repression. Like the disco keyboards abutting adjoin the acid jailbait guitars in “Stay Hungry,” the Byrne character’s abrupt blitz of admiration is best arresting aback contextualized by songs on which he makes a appearance of buttoning his top button. That the appearance has been thoroughly abominable up to this point hardly saps his adulation songs of relish; instead, it renders them acutely acquainted — not humanizing, for he’s consistently been animal admitting himself, but abrupt and about surreal. These songs advance that active in the alike business apple portrayed on the blow of the anthology comes at a price, and they explain why Byrne sounds so tense, so animated alike aback reciting slogans and numbers. They accomplish bright what’s at stake.
The album’s final song marks a acknowledgment to order. Like the blow of the additional side, “The Big Country” contextualizes the album’s white-collar daydream — not affecting but bounded context, and the ambience of chic strata. Here, the beatnik has rebuttoned his top button, and put on a tie and jacket; he’s sitting on a plane, with his attache in the overhead, apparently activity to some appointment or other, accepting larboard his home burghal of New York or about generic. He has a window seat, and he’s attractive out at the landscape, activity absent at what he sees. Farmlands! Undeveloped areas! A parkway, and a baseball diamond! He furrows his brow, apprehensive why anyone would anytime accept to alive there.
He knows not everybody can alive in the big burghal like him, as he’s “learned how these things assignment together.” He alike supposes some of them ability adore their lives; “I assumption those bodies accept fun with their neighbors and friends,” he admits. Enthusiastic accelerate guitar and rhythmically strummed acoustic accentuate his abrupt fascination, blithely arena a melody that’s both admirable and dinky. Nonetheless: “I wouldn’t alive there if you paid me to!”
These days, the Byrne appearance wouldn’t cackle at “those bodies bottomward there” from the aeroplane window — he’d account three of them about why they voted for Trump afore abiding to his appointment at a above bi-weekly to address a arrogant thinkpiece about why “coastal elites” are “out of touch” with the “real America.” That’s one acumen why, played today, Added Songs About Buildings and Food cuts deep. These songs accept appear accurate in means the bandage couldn’t accept advancing or wanted, while actual absolutely apocryphal in added ways, abundant to cede it a amazing accept indeed. The album’s odes to backward commercialism shock because backward commercialism is aloft us now added than ever; it’s the attenuate amusing banter whose abstruse angel of the apple is so cool and aberrant it charcoal so. Added Songs About Buildings and Food accompanying plumbs a political branch and the mysteries of the animal heart, abutting them through a anatomy of activity that isn’t generally articulated. It resonates because it’s so audibly skewed and so audibly recognizable. We’re walking and talking aloof like him.
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