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26/08/2015

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The School 

Wasting Away And Wondering

 

 

All that talk of pop music was of course to get around to the welcome return of one of the most classically poppy pop bands around. The School, are everything a pop band should be, except for the fact, without wanting to sound rude, they’re not all that popular.

It’s been three years since their last album, 2012’s Reading Too Much Into Things Like Everything, but from the opening moments of their new album Wasting Away And Wondering’s first track Every Day it’s clear that those three years off have been spent honing their sound and not reinventing the wheel. The guitars still chime with shades of Camera Obscura, the organ still buzzes a classic pop melody; they remain masters at taking the beautiful simplicity of a pop song and dressing up in rich, ornate arrangements, whether that’s waves of strings, the clanking of glockenspiel or delightfully punchy horns. Even the lyrics, are classic pop, they’re ruminations on young love where, “every day that is wasted with you, is a day never wasted at all.”

Herein lies that conundrum at the heart of whether you’ll love or hate The School. For every person who loves the handclaps and retro-gazing production there’ll be one who thinks it’s too twee and find the revivalist qualities pointless. The School are not a band pushing music forward, they’re a glimpse into the past, a band who heard Burt Bacharach and The Shangri-Las and thought we can do that just as well, and they do. What The School have mastered is simply classic pop, beautifully delivered slices of pure nostalgia.

I Will See You Soon is upbeat indie-pop, all buzzing synths, handclap inducing drums and the jauntiest basslines this side of Paul Simon, there’s also, without wishing to sound too much like Alan Partridge, a truly classic organ breakdown. Put Your Hand In Mine is a swaying string-laden thing, with a touch of a more innocent Pulp. Whilst the excellent Don’t Worry Baby is a winning combination of piano and strings, in many ways it’s classic Phil Spector. All strong, dismissive lyrics, where there’s, “no kisses for me because I don’t need you anymore” and singer Liz in her state of loneliness will happily, “close my eyes with a smile upon my face” all delivered with a downbeat harmonious quality.

The biggest departure from their sound here is He’s Gonna Break Your Heart One Day. A dark, crunchy guitar riff with shades of Richard Hawley, crashing drums playing out a beat not unlike a doom-metal version of Be My Baby, and distant mournful Spanish trumpets. The lyrics are all of boys who’ve done you wrong, “don’t hold his hand, don’t kiss goodnight, he’s going to break your heart one day.” It’s a strutting tango, a moment to stick a rose between your teeth, slap this cad round the chops and castanet your way into the distance, never to return. It’s a frankly fantastic track!

They’re arguably at their best when they embrace their clap-happy pop-side, when they say to hell with it, we’re twee, we’re pop and we’re proud. Closing track, My Arms They Feel Like Nothing, is pure sing-along melodies, simple rhythmic drums, and beautifully, glorious trumpets. It’s the sort of song that will leave crowds conga-lining their way out of venues across the land with giant grins permanently attached to their faces. Elsewhere the albums lead single, All I Want From You Is Everything, with its twanging surfy-guitar, and a starring role from the low pulsing bassline, is catchy enough, even before it’s wonderful breakdown that has audience-participation written all over it, the harmonies are frankly brilliant.

Wasting Away And Wondering isn’t an album that is likely to win The School many new fans, or that hugely expands on their old work, but it is unquestionably the best album they’ve ever released. The closest they’ve ever got to writing the classic pop album that they so clearly adore, an album that could sit alongside Belinda Carlisle, Dusty Springfield and even The Ronettes, and if you can’t find any joy in a perfect pop-song, then you’re missing out of one life’s most perfect simple pleasures.


 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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