SOUNDTRACK: PET SHOP BOYS-Elysium (2012).
Pet Shop Boys are known for big dancey singles. And so perhaps it’s something of a surprise to get this album which is pretty but certainly low key. It’s not like they haven’t written low key songs before, but there’s very little to get up and sing about here.
Which is not to say the album is bad. It’s actually very good once you accept the lack of big songs.
Of course, having said that, there are one or two anthemic tracks, but the album overall is more introspective (unlike their album Introspective). The title, Elysium refers to the afterlife where those chosen by the gods would live a happy (after)life, indulging in whatever they had enjoyed in life. Yes, mortality is on Tennant’s mind.
“Leaving” opens the disc with a great chorus, which leads to this somber opening verse: “Our love is dead but the dead don’t go away.” And that certainly sets the tone–nice synth rock, but nothing to loud and frenetic. “Invisible” is a similarly low key song. This is one of their quiet ballads, with just touches of synth melody: “I’m here but you can’t see me, I’m invisible.” It’s a definite downer of a song but it’s very pretty.
Of course all that I said about mellow low key albums is belied by the third track: “Winner.” This was written in time for the 2012 Olympics in London and it is very much an anthem about, well, winning. It’s kind of obvious (although lyrically it is more in depth than many similar songs), but the melody is just simple and uplifting–(just what you’d want for Olympic documentaries).
“Your Early Stuff” is a much darker song–it is a song written to a “washed up” performer: “you’ve been around but you don’t look too rough and I still quite like some of your early stuff.” It’s funny but also tender. “A Face Like That” is the closest thing to a dance single on the album–it’s fast and synthy and the vocals are echoed and repeated. But even the verses are more low-key than you might expect from the chorus. “Breathing Space” is another pretty ballad.
“Ego Music” is another faster song, with a very funny premise: “ego music–it’s all about me.” It’s a slight song but good for a laugh.
“Hold On” also aspires to anthemicness, but it is slower than a typical PSB anthem. It also has a synth line that is vaguely classical. Although of all the songs, this one is lyrically the most tautological: “Hold on, there’s got to be a future or the world will end today.” “Give it a Go” is a slower, simpler track. Not too memorable, although the chorus is bouncy and catchy h.
“Memory of the Future” has a great synth line and Tennant’s cool accompanying vocals–it’s a classic PSB song and one of my favorites on the disc. Although I don’t love “Everything Means Something,” the final song, “Requiem in Denim and Leopardskin” is a great ending–slow but very catchy and rather wry and funny.
So this album overall is certainly more, dare I say it, “mature” for the Pet Shop Boys, but they haven’t lost any lustre in songwriting.
[READ: Summer 2013] Gulp
Yes, that date is correct, I read this book over a year and a half ago. I meant to write about it then, but I loaned it out to someone and I like to have the book nearby when I write about it. So I put it off and put it off and now that I have the book back, I will do my best to remember whatever I can about it.
But the thing about this book is that it was so memorable, I won’t have much trouble writing about it anyhow.
Mary Roach investigates the physical properties of eating from pre-digestion through to the end. And she does it with thorough research and a boatload of humor (sometimes gross out humor, although she warns that that is not her intent–“I want you to say, ‘I thought this would be gross, but it’s really interesting.’ Okay, and maybe a little gross.” (19).
She begins with the nose. Most people know that the nose contributes tremendously to your sense of taste. But Roach really explicates how much. She speaks to a woman, Langstaff, who is a professional sniffer and who is currently staffing the Olive Oil taste Panel at the Olive Center. She is training novices to be be better at tasting flavors. But Langstaff herself for instance rarely drinks beer for pleasure even though she is an expert at tasting it.
The most amusing (or not, depending) information here is that there are people who were paid to taste cat food. Yes. And that humans prefer cat food with a tuna or herbal flavor over those that taste “rancid,” “offaly,” “cereal” or “burnt.”
Fortunately, the second chapter shows that it is actually dogs who test the dog food. It turns out that dogs and cats really shouldn’t enjoy dry dog food (cats and dogs are not grain eaters by choice). Dry dog food was created as a means of convenience for people (and as a way to stop tinning food during the war). As for your pets, “pet foods come in a variety of flavors because that’s what we humans like, and we assume our pets like what we like. We have that wrong. ‘For cats especially…change is often more difficult than monotony.'” (43). Some other pet observations: cat’s can’t taste sweet (although dogs can and rodents are slaves to it).
All that talk of dog food leads to her asking why American are so squeamish about eating things that other cultures eat with no questions (brains, lips, hearts). Chapter three looks at how our culture impacts what we eat (she spends some time with the Inuit who eat murkruk (uncooked narwhal skin)).
Chapter four looks at chewing with the subheading: “Can thorough chewing lower the national debt.” Horace Fletcher created the fad of incredibly through chewing, as in one bite per second, so that chewing a bite of shallot would take more than ten minutes. Rigorous indeed, but not pleasant to endure. Someone who ate dinner with him described “the tense ad awful silence which..accompanies their excruciating tortures of mastication” (82).
But what results! On page 82, Roach quotes from a report that describes an unnamed Fletcherizer’s effortless bowel movement: ‘The excreta were in the form of nearly round balls and left no stain on the hand.” She continues, “Fletcher adds in a footnote that ‘similar [dried] specimens have been kept for five years without change.'” She then hilariously adds: “hopefully at a safe distance from the biscuits.” (83).
Chapter 5 looks at the story of William Beaumont and Alexis St Martin, a man who was shot in the side and whose stomach healed oddly. This provided a window directly into his stomach. Beaumont took major advantage of this and did all kinds of experiments on him. Roach’s angle is very funny (although really not that funny for poor St. Martin).
Chapter 6 is all about spit. She discusses saliva and how in addition to lubricating our mouths, it also helps to dilute acid. In an amusing conversation with a researcher, Roach discusses the difficultly of working with unstimulated saliva:
“Becasue it’s so gross?”
“Because it is harder to collect. And you can’t filtrate it. It clogs the filter, like hair in the drain And you cannot be precise because it so slimy.
“Right, it’s gross”
Siletti tucks a strand of her glossy black hair behind her ear. “It’s difficult to work with.” (119)
Chapter 7 is set at the oral processing lab. She looks at foods that are hard to digest and other fascinating subjects. Including the fact that “to get the noise [of a cracked chip] you need crack speeds of 300 meters per second…The speed of sound. The crunch of a chip is a sonic boom in your mouth” (143).
Chapter 8 looks at how to survive being swallowed alive (Jonah from the bible could not have been swallowed by a baleen whale). Conversely nothing could survive in a human stomach for very long. It also looks at digestive acid, and why the stomach doesn’t constantly digest itself. Chapter 9 looks at things that fight back after being digested.
Chapter 10 looks at the science of eating yourself to death (not a single case of stomach rupture has been reported by competitive eaters).
Chapter 11 delves into the alimentary canal as criminal accomplice (lovingly titled “Up Theirs”). Among others it examines the case of Delaney Abi Odofin who “spent twenty-four days in detention before passing the first of his narcotics filled balloons.” (209). roach interviews a young criminal who was jailed for hiding drugs in his person. It’s fascinating.
Chapter 12, 13 and 14 look at gas (and its flammability and/or noxiousness). And Chapter 15 asks “is the digestive tract a two-way street.” This leads to a little known (to me, anyhow) fact: “president James Garfied was the poster boy of rectal feeding” (also known as nutrient enemas) (270).
There’s also a fascinating section about people who can’t taste (whose taste receptors have been destroyed). They describer eating as your body saying “it’s not food, it’s cardboard.”
One of the things that I enjoyed about Roach’s writing style was her asides about the people she interviews, like this one: “McCarthy speaks louder than you expect a person to, perhaps a side effect of time spent talking over barking” (51). Nearly every person she speaks to receives a one or two sentence descriptor like that which really humanize the people.
Chapter 16 looks at Constipation (and Elvis’s death). And Chapter 17 investigates the kind of cures that you might be reluctant to undergo, like the “Gut Microflora Party” or more explicitly–transplants of colon bacteria. This is a fascinating chapter that looks at the rethinking about bacteria.
If you were ever interested in anything to with digestion this is a wonderful layman’s look at the whole process from tip to tail. Roach is inquisitive and perhaps a little childish–the perfect person to investigate a topic that is often filled with “the ick factor.”
I enjoyed this book so much that I couldn’t wait to read more books by her. Although I realize that in the year and a half since I read this, I didn’t read anything else by her…yet.
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