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Slow Club or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Band

I was introduced to Slow Club near the end of 2014 while training as a stonemason at Bath College.  I liked them, but it wasn't love at first listen.  I remember watching Gareth from The Office star in one of their music videos and being as underwhelmed by it as he was by his ride on the Ferris wheel.  ‘Giving up on Love’ is early Slow Club and I sort of liked it, but at the time it sounded like a song I'd hear on an advert containing twenty-somethings pretending to be teenagers as they got ready for a night out.  It was a song I'd enjoy while the advert lasted but one that I would fail to look up. 

But I stuck with them because the friend who provided the introduction also liked Joanna Newsom - and us Newsom fans have to stick together. The song featured on ‘Yeah So’, Slow Club’s 2009 debut album, but a cutesy advert-friendly band they were not.  They weren’t about to let the end of the decade swallow them up.  They were in the process of developing a more unique sound that afforded them the right to thrive well into the next decade. 

Two years later they would release 'Paradise', an album that contained some Slow Club classics. 'Two Cousins' and 'Beginners' were the big hits, the latter starring an angry Daniel Radcliffe who looked like he'd had either his heart or his wand broken.  'Two Cousins' is a shoe-in for my favourite Slow Club song and it was probably my favourite at the time.  It reminds me of the weekend I spent with my brother while he was studying for his postgraduate degree at Warwick University.  Simon and I had gone to see Slow Club at Gloucester Guildhall on the Thursday (and he subsequently wrote this brilliant review of the gig) and I went to visit my brother on the following weekend.    ‘Two Cousins’ was an indication of the soulful direction they would go in as they approached the release of their masterpiece of a third album, ‘Complete Surrender’. 

It was the soundtrack to the whole of 2015.  I can’t think of another album I’ve listened to more this decade.  It was hard choosing a favourite because there are so many highlights.  ‘Tears of Joy’ is the obvious hit without being the megahit that Slow Club always needed.  And then there’s the one-two punch of ‘Number One’ and ‘Queen’s Nose’ in the centre of the album and this really calls attention to their evolution as talents in their own right.  A virtuoso performance from both artists one after the other: Charles Watson oozing class as a singer as well as a songwriter.  The guy’s got skillz – and the Z is both necessary and fully deserved.  Only a handful of artists have his lightness of touch as a songwriter.  And then Taylor comes in and does what the Sheffield singer does best and belts out something so vast that it requires its own gravitational field.

But for all their talent as individuals, it’s when they sing together that has always made the band so special.  This is why I’ve chosen ‘Wanderer Wandering’ as one of my songs of the decade.  In an album that manages to create so much space, this is the song that creates the most space: space for the listener to move around in and breathe.  Space to relax, space to feel and space to consider those feelings.  I slip into introspection every time I listen to it.  I’m reminded of Henry de Montherlant’s quote about how happiness writes in white ink on a white page.  And while it may be harder to create a feeling of happiness in a novel than it is to create space in a song, Slow Club have frequently created the space required to give the listener an opportunity to explore.  And that’s what I like so much about them.  There aren’t many bands who can do that as well as they can.  

Simon and I went to see them again at Bristol’s Colston Hall in the spring of 2016 but they didn’t have the same joie de vivre that was present a year previously.  They didn’t have their session band with them this time and they occupied opposite sides of the stage – an indication perhaps that we’d unwittingly caught them at their peak when they visited our hometown.   In August of that year, they released ‘One Day All of This Won’t Matter Any More’ – and the title seems to say it all.  But it was a fine album.  It was released within a month of Angel Olsen’s ‘MY WOMAN’, an album that completely blew my socks off.    I can’t say I listened to Slow Club’s new album as much as Angel Olsen’s, but it got a good amount of attention.  I was on my stonemasonry apprenticeship in Scotland at the time and I remember listening to ‘The Jinx’ over and over again.  Taylor’s vocals had never sounded more beautiful.  It was my third most played song of that year.

Slow Club parted ways in 2017 to pursue their own projects.  Watson released ‘Now That I’m a River’ in 2018 and Rebecca Taylor released ‘Compliments Please’ under the moniker Self Esteem earlier this year.  But I’m confident they’ll reform as we move forward into the next decade.  It must be hard being in a band.  But I always felt that whatever happens they would always remain on good terms and be open to reforming – or maybe that’s just wishful thinking on this fan's part.  

I almost met Rebecca at the Colston Hall gig.  They were selling their wares on the merchandise stand after the show and I bought a few CDs off Charles.  He signed my ticket and passed it down to Rebecca to sign.  That was my chance to say hello but I got shy and waited for my ticket to be passed back.  I couldn’t meet one of my idols, especially while sober.  I like poetry and I’d happily meet a poet.  I like films and I’d happily meet an actor.  But female singer-songwriters occupy a much higher level of importance.  I’ve mythologised the ones I like.  Nothing can beat a beautiful female voice and Taylor possesses one of the most beautiful voices of them all.  And I’m happy to say that to anyone…except maybe to her. 

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