Zooming in from left field, I have to mention The Heater, by obscure (outside of) New Zealand band, The Mutton Birds as a song that I really wish I'd written. Ostensibly a song, well, about a heater, it's open enough to be an allegorical song about Love or perhaps even Philosophy.
Either way, it's just plain weird.
If you can get past:
Either way, it's just plain weird.
If you can get past:
- the fairly pedestrian production (especially the drums)
- the inappropriate Brian Eno-like, bland, backing vocals & their shamefully under-developed lyrics &
- the silly, distracting horns
there's a menacing edge to The Heater that is closest compared to Adrian Belew's stunning nutty-college-boy lyrics in the early 1980's King Crimson.
The Mutton Birds: The Heater
Yes, I'd re-write a good third of the main lyrics but The Heater's conceit is so unusual that it remains one of my best-loved songs from the early 1990s.
Not brilliant but can you dig it?
Not brilliant but can you dig it?
Andrew Goulding
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