Found it...
Postbag
Tuesday, 1st August 2006
A genius, alive and well
HOWEVER much they may infuriate and however much they may enrage, it is my happy lot to love all of my musicians, all the young men and women whom it has been my privilege to work with over nearly 30 years in rock and roll.
So it was with enormous disappointment that I read in last week’s M.E.N. Paul Ryder, the former bass player of the Happy Mondays, getting column inches for his new outfit, Big Arm, by aiming inelegant and even nasty sideswipes at his elder brother, Shaun, still lead singer of the Happy Mondays.
To claim that Shaun – arguably the finest lyricist since Bob Dylan – “has never written a piece of music in his life” is risible.
Shaun was the leader of his gang, and he led the entire ensemble through their musical career, which was global in its influence.
I would never downgrade Paul Ryder’s contribution. A review of a Wembley Arena gig in the Daily Telegraph from 1990 explained that it was the rhythm section of the Mondays – Paul and Gary Whelan on drums – who had single-handedly adapted the rhythms of house music coming out of Detroit and Chicago to British post-punk and revolutionised the youth culture of Britain and Europe.
And don’t let us be such idiots as to think that (and I quote last week’s M.E.N.), Shaun “is not the sharp wit he used to be.”
I’ve been that idiot – and I’ve learnt my lesson. I gave up on Shaun. I, too, presumed it was over for that once-great talent.
Imagine my sense of shame and delight when the first wonderful bars of Black Grape winged out of my car stereo.
And when a friend told me that Shaun’s Australian album of 2002 was “not very interesting”, and Shaun confirmed that the lyrics were “just soundcheck ramblings”, I didn’t search the album out.
Fool. I finally chanced upon Scootergirl, was overwhelmed – and have since fallen in love with the whole thing, especially the song, Clowns.
Now I have been privileged to hear four of the new tracks from the new Mondays album. Just stunning. Shaun has not lost one iota of his wit, his insight or the ability to use words – which he himself will deny till the cows come home.
The genius of Shaun Ryder is alive and well.
Can you hear me, Paul? You’re a great bass player. You should learn to be a better brother.
Anthony Wilson, Manchester