Well this is the FOURTH day in a row of alliteratively derived blog posts — after Manics Monday, Tom Waits Tuesday and Weddos Wednesday — and my natural instinct was to do Tom Waits Thursday until I saw it was the 30th anniversary of one of the great Australian albums: The Triffids Born Sandy Devotional.
The Triffids produced strikingly atmospheric post punk, creating folk-infused songs with a deeply poetic welding of romantic loss with a keen sensibility for the Australian landscape. They emerged in the 1980s from Perth in Western Australia — the most isolated capital city in the world. Having emerged from that sprawling mass of suburbia myself, I can see why — what the fuck else is there to do in Perth except what no one else has ever done?
There is something striking in Australian music that is hard to miss — so many iconic, defining bands emerged from the most redneck and culturally backward cities: Perth and Brisbane. I guess when boredom and alienation reigns, you might as well put your head down and create generation-defining works of musical genius.
To give just a couple of examples in each case. From Brisbane, emerging from under Joh's infamous jackboot, The Saints were hugely influential punk pioneers in '70s, while in the '80s, The Go Betweens rewrote the book on using well-crafted pop songs to create cultural markers where none existed.
In Perth, Kim Salmon's band The Scientists may have lacked the explosively revolutionary impact of Tthe Saints, but their swampy punk rock helped lay the ground work for Nirvana over a decade later.
And then came the Triffids.
For his part, lead singer and songwriter David McComb fulfilled the cliche of the "tortured poetic genius" so well — dying in 1999 at just 36-years-old after years of alcohol and drug abuse — that it is just as well he was actually fucking good or he'd have been unbearable.
To listen to the 1986 album Born Sandy Devotional — recorded in London, where most decent Australian bands fled in the mid 80s — is to hear Australia used as a backdrop for poetic, dissolute heart ache of the type that popular music frequently tries to capture, but rarely so perfectly.
On Estuary Bed, for instance, McComb starts by singing:
The children are walking back from the beachWhich is about as "Australian summer" as you can get... but followed not much later by:
Sun on the sidewalk is burning their feet
Washing the salt off under the shower
And just wasting away, wasting away
the hours and hours and hours
I see you stillThe summer has melted into something more disturbing.
I know not rest
Silt returns along the passage of flesh
I hear your voice
I taste the salt
I bear the stain, it won't wash off
I hold you not
but I see you still
What use eyesight if it should melt?
What use memory covered in estuary silt?
You can watch a documentary about the album, or pieces in The Monthly or the Fairfax press about the 30th anniversary of a defining album in Australia's musical history.
I've chosen three of the album's 10 songs to post below. The first track, the defining middle track and the final track.
That middle track is, of course, "Wide Open Road" — the band's best known track and justifiably viewed as one of the best Australian songs ever. It captures the essence of the album and the band. The desolate Western Australian landscape, sprawling towards the empty plains of the Nullabor, is a metaphor for the emptiness that follows a failed relationship — leaving the protagonist free but alone.
The song captures the pain, confusion and even an unsettling dark sense of possessive jealously that is all-too-frequent with the male response to heartache. That ugly edge is very real.
And alcohol seeps through the album, as can be seen below.
He announced their trial separation, and
spent the night in a Park Beach Motel
bed, a total stranger lying next to him,
rain hitting the root hard over his head
She said "What's the matter now lover
boy, has the cat run off with your
tongue? Are you drinking to get
maudlin, or drinking to get numb?"
The sky was big and empty
My chest filled to explode
I yelled my insides out at the sun
At the wide open road
I knew him as a gentle young man
I cannot say for sure the reasons for his decline
We watched him fade before our very eyes
And years before his time
Surrounded himself with shiny things
First night tickets, ermine, pearls upon a string
And disappeared in all the pestilence
that sudden pleasure brings
He never asks after her anymore
He made a point of losing her address
And every trinket that she ever touched
he keeps locked away
And just burns up In the furnace of his chest
Well I spoke to a man who says he's done it all
and the only thing that pleases or excites him now
is hurting, hurting then hurting some more
There's someone I want to forget tonight
Don't you want to forget someone too?
I left him, and I can leave you too
Baby let's go out tonight
It will all turn out all rIght I'm sure
Don't want to drink at home again tonight
So let's go out
Let's go out tonight
It's getting dark earlier now
But where you are it's just getting light
Where you are it will just be getting light