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Rating: Good humor is a title that could be applied to any of the seven albums by Saint Etienne: between dance, lounge, pop, their colors have the shades of ice cream flavors (light violet, brown and acid green), their style is sporty and a bit retro, they love a vaguely sixties glamour and adore the French pronunciation, which always adds that touch of elegance, even when applied prosaically, as here, to the name of a football team.
The Saint Etienne (Sarah Cracknell on vocals, Pete Wiggs and Bob Stanley on the rest) have been the quintessence of British synth-pop for years: stylish, discreet, smiling, pastel-colored like the late queen mother, they are the bright and joyful face of pop. Their albums evoke bicycle bells, the open noise of a city on a sunny day, teenagers in sunglasses, cars driven with relaxation, trees reflecting on clean skyscraper windows. The sound of Saint Etienne is set in the most glorious and sunny present imaginable.
"Good humor", their fifth album, was released in 1998, led by the delightful "Sylvie", the only true dance song on the record: an elegiac piano opening unfolds over a bass, piano, and percussion pattern, until the beats take shape and the crystal, childlike, and delicate voice of Cracknell comes in, addressing with sweet reproach her younger sister, a seventeen-year-old school beauty queen who steals her boyfriends; three wonderful melodies, and in the end a triumph of bells and choirs. This is what Saint Etienne is. Their season is an eternal and mild spring, with blooming trees and open windows: call a friend or go out alone and maybe meet her in front of the school?
In the rest of the album, the versatile Wiggs and Stanley abstain from electronic bases, preferring to continuously resort to samples and instrumental embellishments (flutes, harpsichords, violins…) that always enrich the pieces impeccably and imaginatively (and not by chance, the two have always been among the most sought after, in their Albion, for productions and remixes). Beautiful "Split Screen", a true lounge gem to listen to in the car tapping the rhythm with your hands on the steering wheel. "Mr. Donut" is a typical slow Etienne style, with Cracknell's voice becoming ethereal, extremely fragile, and being lulled by soft blows of keyboards overlapping very smooth melodies. A plush song.
"Goodnight Jack", jazzy, maintains a spring holiday at sea atmosphere, and so does "Lose That Girl", impossible to listen to without swaying, among funky inserts, the visible bass, and the usual keyboards gesturing behind the cocktail-dressed Cracknell. And there is even room for the Belle And Sebastian-style folk-pop of "The Bad Photographer", a funny and delightful French spy story, or for the funky of "Erica America", or for the very sixties melodies and sounds of "Postman", where the contrast between the dirty and rough musical background of the refrain and the crystal-clear and caramel-like voice of Cracknell is extravagant. "Dutch Tv" closes with a typical atmosphere of a hotel abroad during a vacation: the unknown city is outside waiting, illuminated by the last light, while the shower noise overlaps with that of the TV turned on. Enjoy the organ that starts the song, with the brushes slapping the drums: delightful.
"Good humor" is one of those albums that "set the mood": in this, Saint Etienne are perhaps among the best since their distant debut in 1990 (and anyway among the masters of today's best). Light but sophisticated, delicate and at the same time lively, sociable and winking, they are a non-alcoholic fruit drink: they do not stun, they go down smoothly, they leave an excellent aftertaste. Which, sometimes, is just what we need.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Sylvie (04:48)
Transcribed by Smiley
Seventeen, high-school queen,
Yeah you're pretty cute, I can see.
Well you've come a long way since September,
But, Sylvie, you oughtta remember,
You know he's mine.
You know he's mine.
You know he's mine.
Sylvie, girl, I'm a very patient person,
But I'll have to shut you down,
If you don't give up your flirting.
Leave him alone, 'cos I know he loves me.
Leave him alone, 'cos he tells me he loves me.
Over and over and over and over again.
Over and over and over and over again.
Seventeen, high-school queen,
Yeah you're pretty cute, I can see.
Well you've come a long way since September,
But, Sylvie, you oughtta remember,
You know he's mine.
You know he's mine.
You know he's mine.
Sylvie, girl, although you're my little sister,
Well you're not without your charms,
I'm not sure that he'll resist you.
Give it all up, for we see you crying.
Give it all up, 'cos I know you've been trying.
Over and over and over and over again.
Over and over and over and over again.
Over and over and over and over again.
(repeat to fade, with backing vocals of 'Oh, Sylvie girl, oh Sylvie girl.'
03 Split Screen (03:24)
Transcribed by Kevin Hung
Today I got up easy
You know I'm not a morning person
Never said I was leaving
I wasn't sure until this morning
Split screen our apartment
Where you still lie there sleeping
Keep feeling old cafes
He's the one who needs you baby
Will you really miss me
Will you really think about me
Yeah I'd like to think so
But as they say I'm always dreaming
Goodbye to the tower blocks
Last look at the town I'm leaving
Tall buildings and offices
And this all full of memories baby
Now I really don't care
Cause I'm dying to get the sun in my hair
Yeah I really don't care
That I'm here and you're still there
Yeah I really don't care
Cause I'm going to breathe the country air
Yeah I really don't care
But it's OK
I've been driving for ages
Your tapes are starting to bore me
Well I think I should stop now
I'm not sure if I should call you
Split screen our apartment
Where you have seen my letters
Well I know its not Venus
But the scenery's getting better baby
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