"A professor composed a paper in 1995/suggesting the world's love songs would soon be in short supply/he'd done complicated equations based on the number 53/that showed the love song to be a form of non-renewable energy". So begins "The Last Love Song in London" by Paul Hawkins and Thee Awkward Silences, whose rants and raves remind me of a drunk British Tom Waits crossed with bits of Jarvis Cocker and Nick Cave. "Last Love Song" is the rarest of birds, a poetry slam entry that passes as a pretty good song, or at least one you might listen to all the way through. Think of the men in suits who depend on a steady stream of love songs; will they have to import them from a foreign nation?
"The Evil Thoughts" is a throbbing, senile come-on/kiss-off ("Don't get me wrong, you're a truly sweet girl/but your taste in men is the worst in the world/and I understand if you don't want me as your man but you really should"). It's got an infectious beat and while the flatly shouted vocals may put you off for a few lines, soon you're sucked into the simple hypnotic keyboard line and the irrepressible ravings of an endearing id.
MP3: Paul Hawkins and Thee Awkward Silences - The Last Love Song in London
MP3: Paul Hawkins and Thee Awkward Silences - The Evil Thoughts
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