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Rating: Orange Juice Scottish meteors of the '80s, remembering them is just a pleasure, also thanks to a colorful Album like “Rip It Up”. James Kirk, Steven Daly, David McClymont, and the warm, unmistakable voice of Edwyn Collins who manages to bring simplicity to the choruses, maintaining the primordial charge of punk bands. And so they land with the foundation of pop-funk, white-soul, giving their best by creating a melody focused mainly on funk that covers all the tracks entirely.
Tracks like “A Million Pleading Faces”, “Turn Away”, “I Can’t Help My Self”, and “Rip It Up” are precisely and balanced in an identical graceful dance with incessantly danceable and engaging sounds, and not at all cloying. Orange Juice was a truly unique group for the quality and difficulty of the lyrics exposition and in the combination and mixture of voice with rhythm, of grace with bursting vitality. They inspired subsequent groups like Aztec Camera, Jesus and Mary Chain, Teenage Fanclub, Belle and Sebastian, and their songs have lasted until today thanks to their natural elegance and spontaneity where the transition from punk to pop was rather painless if not even pleasant and playful, to the point of ironizing by giving the group an absurd, contradictory name in the context of the circumstances, considering they were born as a punk band, and so they wanted to call themselves “Orange Juice”.
Indeed, they were a great transitional group, I hope I helped dust off some memories, also because, how could you forget such a unique voice. “Rip It Up”, even if you listen to it just once, you remember it forever.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Rip It Up (05:19)
When I first saw you
Something stirred within me
You were standing sutry in the rain
If I could've held you
I would've held you
Rip it up and start again
Rip it up and start again
Rip it up and start again
I hope to God you're not as dumb as you make out
I hope to God
I hope to God
And I hope to God I'm not as numb as you make out
I hope to God
I hope to God
And when I next saw you
My heart reached out for you
But my arms stuck like glue to my sides
If I could've held you
I would've held you
But I'd choke rather than swallow my pride
Rip it up and start again
Rip it up and start again
Rip it up and start again
I hope to God you're not as dumb as you make out
I hope to God
I hope to God
And I hope to God I'm not as numb as you make out
I hope to God
I hope to God
And there was times I'd take my pen
And feel obliged to start again
I do profess
That there are things in life
That one can't quite express
You know me I'm acting dumb-dumb
You know this scene is very humdrum
And my favourite song's entitled 'boredom'
Rip it up and start again
I said rip it up and start again
I said rip it up and rip it up and rip it up and rip it up and rip it up and start again
05 Breakfast Time (05:10)
Breakfast time, breakfast time
The hands that tell me
Five to nine
Orange lights in orange lines
Sparkle bright of souls entwine
Pointting girl, sitting pretty
On the bus
Reminiscing, clammy kissing
Summer breeze, the big strip tease
You and I could frollic in the dew
Only I've something better to do
And with that I bid you fond farewell
Oh, how I wish I was young again
Oh, how I wish I was young again
Young again, young again
07 Flesh of My Flesh (03:13)
Here's a penny for your thoughts
Incedentally you may keep the change
And here's a book of ettiquette
I bought to keep sane
And mutual friends say make amends
And a stitch in time saves nine or ten
Goodbyes
Flesh of my flesh
Flesh of my flesh
Flesh of my flesh
The difference between you and me
Is that the world owes you a living
And you always tow the party line
In your loving and your giving
Our mutual friends say make amends
And a stitch in time saves nine or ten
Goodbyes
Flesh of my flesh
Flesh of my flesh
Flesh of my flesh
08 Louise Louise (02:55)
That's a triffle obvious, girl
Telling me you don't belong in this world
Telling me as I fall flat on my face
In any case, that's your fall from grace
I know these melodramatics don't make things all right
Nor will they make you see things in a different light
You're a very pretty girl, Louise
But are the things you say just meant to tease
I'm doubled up on bended knees
Tell me, precious, tell me please
I know these melodramatics don't make things all right
Nor will they make you see things in a in a different light
And you can bite your lip
'Til the blood ran red
They're still such crazy things
To have said
Have a wonderful birthday, dear
Such a wonderful birthday, dear
It only comes but once a year
I'll spoil your party with a punky sneer
I know these melodramtics will make things alright
Nor will they make you see things in a different light
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