Saturday, November 2, 2019

Don't Say It In Russian


Marianne Faithfull : Broken English


On November 2 , 1979 Marianne Faithfull released Broken English, her comeback album and the one she calls her masterpiece.

 If Faithfull had lived every English schoolgirl's dream during the 1960's, when she was a film star, an international singing star ( thanks to the UK#9 "As Tears Go By") and Mick Jagger's lover, her 70's were a nightmare. She lost custody of her son, became a heroin addict, lived on the streets and nearly lost her voice to laryngitis. For some reason musician Barry Reynolds thought Faithfull would make an interesting songwriting partner and their collaboration produced "Broken English", about female terrorist Ulrike Meinhof, and "Why D'Ya Do It?", her new album's best remembered songs.


The album was produced by Mark Mundy. She told Record "I don't think I could have handled Broken English without a producer. You can't imagine what it was like. There I am with no respect at all within the music business. ... So I found somebody who wanted the break, and that was Mark Mundy. He wanted to be a record producer, and he had some great ideas." 

Among the great ideas was to update Faithfull's sound by using synthesizers and keyboards. Stevie Winwood actually plays on some of the tracks. Faithfull's cover of Shel Silverstein's "The Ballad of Lucy Jordan" was the first single, peaking at UK#48. It would later appear on the soundtrack to Thelma and Louise.

  

Rolling Stone's Greil Marcus was among the critics who took note of the "stunning"  new album:

Faithfull sings as if she means to get every needle, every junkie panic, every empty pill bottle and every filthy room into her voice—as if she spent the last ten years of oblivion trying to kill the face that first brought her to our attention. The voice is a croak, a scratch, all breaks and yelps and constrictions. Though her voice seems perverse, it soon becomes clear that it is also the voice of a woman who is comfortable with what she sounds like.

Robert Christgau gave the album a grade of A-, writing:

A punk-disco fusion so uncompromised it will scare away fans of both genres, which share a taste for nasty girls that rarely extends to females past thirty with rat's-nest hair and last night's makeup on. The raw dance music isn't exactly original, and sometimes the offhandedness of the lyrics can be annoying, but I like this even when it's pro forma and/or sloppy, or maybe because it's pro forma and/or sloppy, like Dylan when he's good. "Why'd ya spit on my snatch?" indeed--the music's harshest account of a woman fending with the world.


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