The dreams you dream are the dreams of tomorrow, the tears you cry are the tears of today…
Like the singles that proceeded it, the Slow To Fade album was recorded at Fairview Studios in Willerby. The band had demoed a couple of tracks at Matrix in London with John Porter who produced the first Smiths album. Martix was a good studio with an old Neve desk for tracking and an automated SSL desk for mixing, plus it was next door to Pizza Express, but the recordings didn't work out so it was back to Hull and engineer, co-producer Roy Neave.
The session ran from Wednesday the 4th July to Friday 14th September, interrupted by the recording of a second Peel session on Saturday the 14th July at Maida Vale, and the band clocked up 485½ hours studio time at a cost of just over £6,000. Tony K who ran our distributors, Red Rhino in York, paid for the whole album as an advance against sales and without him it could never have been made. Sadly Tony passed away in 2008, he was a great friend and mentor to the band.
A tip of the hat is also due to Danny Wood who played the Hammond organ parts impeccably and usually in one take and Grant Ardis for extra percussion. Grant was the drummer in Tony Menzies' My Silent War and later joined Hal and Lou in Planet Wilson.
The album was mixed over 10 days at Music Works Studios in London, with Roy Neave and in-house engineer Neil Drake, and mastered at Virgin's Townhouse Studios on Wednesday the 3rd of October. It was released at the beginning of November 1984 with the catalogue number SCAR LP1.
THE WHITTERING twaddle of this summer's guitar-orientated rock revival left a pretty sickening taste. Load of crap really. And where do you end up? Big Country release something that sounds like it was recorded with thick wollen gloves on.
Paradoxically - or, in fact, rather pleasingly - Hull's very own Red Guitars have released a string of singles on their very own label. Not all masterpieces, but much closer than most.
When I saw them on the Whistle Test earlier in the year, I expected that they'd be 'kicking serious quantities of ass, Stateside' by now. But, no. And so…
Slow To Fade is a bit of a classic - quite a bit. And a grower, too, featuring songs with melodies, guitars, drums, bass and a singer who can sing. He doesn't sound like a dishwasher. Nothing here is overdone. No demanding concepts, no immature egotists, just great songs.
The Red Guitars, thankfully, aren't the Fixx and thus have avoided the first test of having a guitar in the band and aiming for melody. Secondly, they aren't Talk Talk because they haven't got any synths and they're not pretentious (now, that's important). That's only part of the make up, too.
Slow To Fade had a lot to live up to. I had trouble sleeping after hearing the magnificent Steeltown (not on the LP) but was a bit worried about Marimba Jive at first - it did grow. The LP is even easier though, twanging through verse and chorus on songs you can actually remember (whistling and singing in the bath optional).
I could list the tracks but what's the point? Just buy, hear, blag or steal this album. Your probation officer will forgive you.
Dave Henderson, SOUNDS, 10/11/1984.
lyrics by Jeremy Kidd, music by Hal Lewis
I can't take what you don't offer, oh no,
And I don't believe that you don't suffer.
I can't take what you don't offer,
I don't believe that you don't suffer.
Must have lost the thread of things,
Lost the chance to cut the strings,
And if you asked I'd swing ‐ I'd swing for you.
Remote control ‐ A green light shines out over the water.
I won't try to say that my motives were faultless,
And I can't deny you remind me of someone less thoughtless.
And when I lay my head on your shoulder,
You looked away, made me stand so much taller.
You stand alone in my estimation.
You stand alone in my expectations.
You stand alone and I will swing for you.
You stand alone and I'm fierce proud of you.
You stand alone, you're a law unto yourself.
You stand alone, you stand alone.
Remote control ‐ A green light shines out over the water
A green light shines out over the water oh‐oh.
lyrics by Jeremy Kidd, music by Hal Lewis
I'm flying southward in a silver airplane, I'm flying on my own.
I left my baby in the cold and the rain, she didn't want to know.
The sky is falling and there's nowhere to go, I feel it weighing on my soul.
I cup the ember of my last cigarette, I crush it under foot - oh yes I do...Dive!
The sky is falling and there's nowhere to go, I feel it weighing on my soul.
You trace my footsteps in the frost on your lawn, I leave with the rising sun.
The radio does play, some sweet forgotten melody, reminds you of me...Dive!
I'm flying southward in a silver airplane, I'm flying on my own - solo,
I left my baby in the cold and the rain, she didn't want to know.
Won't you come follow me, won't you come follow me, follow me down.
Won't you come follow me, won't you come follow me,
Won't you come follow me, won't you come follow me down.
The radio does play, some sweet forgotten melody, reminds you of me.
‘Sweet Jane’ the airways carry your name,
‘Sweet Jane’ reminds me of you, and I love you, yes I do.
Down, down, down, down. Down, down, down, down.
Down, down, down, down ‐ Dive!
lyrics by Jeremy Kidd, music by Hal Lewis
Take the things that you're dreaming of
Fit them to the scheme of the stars above
Do it right and it might and it might show you ways
To read between the lines of what your baby says
The lights that light the end of the evening
Mark the edge between waking and dreaming
And electric‐fingered light dislocates the night
When will the sky grow clear?
Katy told a story but Katy lied
She trusted in a future on the other side
And Katy had a mother used to sit her on her knee
And sing la‐de‐la‐de‐la‐de‐la‐de‐la,
la‐de‐la‐de‐la
Looking for adventure with the living dead
“Pull the curtains tight” were the words she said
Let me run my fingers through your short dark hair
Send shudders down your backbone, shivers through the air
The lights that light the end of the evening
Mark the edge between waking and dreaming
And electric‐fingered light dislocates the night
When will the sky grow clear?
The Plough, the Pole star and the Plaeides
Dance around their handbags, singularities
Let me run my fingers through your short dark hair
Read between the lines of what your baby said
The lights that light the end of the evening
Mark the edge between waking and dreaming
And electric‐fingered light dislocates the night
When will the sky grow clear?
lyrics by Jeremy Kidd, music by Hal Lewis
Baby's in the circus now, touring in the sticks,
Left me in the city and went to look for kicks.
I'm walking the pavement, watching the stars,
Caught in the headlights of the passing cars.
The sun don't shine for me now. The rose don't bloom, no, no, no,
Since my baby left me the sun don't shine no more.
I thought we had a good thing, a love as safe as houses.
I always kept my shoes shined and creases in my trousers.
What did she see to make her leave me? I'm in the dark.
The sun don't shine for me now. The rose don't bloom, no, no, no,
Since my baby left me the sun don't shine no more.
I believe in honesty, in sweetness, light and reason.
I don't believe in lechery, in lying, spite and treason.
Here I am on bended knee and armed against these vices,
All alone, heartbroken, left to my own devices.
The sun don't shine for me now. The rose don't bloom, no, no, no,
Since my baby left me the sun don't shine no more.
lyrics & music by Jeremy Kidd
On postcards of buildings fly the flags of many nations which you send me,
Falsehoods on four winds from unsung and faraway places,
Distance breeds lies and those lies crystallise what I feel,
You say you still love me but from here I get the idea it's a lie.
Crocodile tears at the station, ripping at my heart,
Crocodile tears tearing me apart - the end of another fresh start.
You left me with nothing but the taste of gum on my tongue,
From letters to places with beaches, blue oceans and sun,
I said that I love you, God knows I tried!
You say you still love me, but you're always saying “Goodbye”.
Crocodile tears at the airport, ripping at my heart,
Crocodile tears tearing me apart - the end of another fresh start.
You said you must leave but you wouldn't say why you were going,
I looked into your eyes but my heart had no way of knowing,
I said that I loved you, God knows I tried!
You say you still love me, but you're always saying “Goodbye”.
Crocodile tears at the station, ripping at my heart,
Crocodile tears tearing me apart - oh!
Crocodile tears at the airport, ripping at my heart,
Crocodile tears tearing me apart - end of another fresh start,
lyrics by Jeremy Kidd, music by Hal Lewis
The events of yesterday, are described in an offhand way,
And these, the men of destiny, echo heroic versions of the past.
In Japan an automaton claims a victim!
And they're shaken but not stirred, as if they never heard,
The World described in pictures.
Real life is just a scream away, put your hopes and dreams away,
Stay at home, the ideal drone, and watch real life and death,
And be shaken but not stirred.
I live in the world of cages, mutants prowl the streets.
I haven't left my room in ages, thermo‐static keeps it nice and warm.
In Japan an automaton claims a victim!
And they're shaken but not stirred, as if they never heard,
The World described in pictures.
Real life is just a scream away, put your hopes and dreams away,
Stay at home, the ideal drone, and watch real life and death,
And be shaken but not stirred.
lyrics by Jeremy Kidd, music by Hal Lewis
Said Simple Simon to the pie man, “Can I try your wares?”
Hot cross buns, double cross buns: same old tale with the same old end,
Same old story with the same outcome.
You've got to look out ‐ look out, look out and look out,
For the sting in the tale ‐ sting in the tale.
Duke of York had ten thousand men, marched them round and around again.
Marched them up to the top of the hill.
Men got killed and the Duke went riding home again.
Ten thousand voices calling ‐ “Look out!”
For the sting in the tale ‐ sting in the tale.
Simple Simon and the pie man, Duke of York and his men.
Giants and ogres and the boys in blue, same old story with the whole damn crew.
Same old tale with the same old end, same old story with the same outcome,
You've got to look out ‐ look out, look out and look out,
Look out, look out and look out. Look out, look out and look out, look out,
For the sting in the tale ‐ sting in the tale.
lyrics by Jeremy Kidd, music by Hal Lewis
You've been around so long, living a lie,
I've been doing nothing, now its time to try.
Time to try, oh time to try.
I know the reefs surrounding your ivory coast.
I take my flask of courage and drink a final toast.
I'll drink a toast to you. A final toast.
They say that time's a great healer and I've tried to forget,
But time won't erase you, you're slow to fade.
Slow to fade, oh slow to fade.
The dreams you dream are the dreams of tomorrow,
The tears you cry are the tears of today.
The dreams you dream are the dreams of tomorrow,
The tears you cry are the tears of today ‐ and you say…
You've been around so long, living a lie,
I've been doing nothing, now its time to try.
They say that time's a great healer and I've tried to forget,
But time won't erase you, you're slow to fade.
Its time to try ‐ time to try. Slow to fade…