Barry Adamson ‎– The Murky World Of Barry Adamson

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Mute ‎– CD STUMM 174
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Tracklist

1 The Man With The Golden Arm
2 Jazz Devil
3 The Big Bamboozle
4 What It Means
5 The Vibes Ain't Nothin' But The Vibes
6 Mitch And Andy
7 The Snowball Effect
8 Can't Get Loose
9 007, A Fantasy Bond Theme
10 Something Wicked This Way Comes
11 Walk The Last Mile
12 Saturn In The Summertime

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Notes

A selection of tracks from the Barry Adamson albums so far. Track 6, 11, & 12 are new, unreleased tracks.

Barcode and Other Identifiers

  • Barcode: 5 016025 611744
  • Label Code: LC5834
  • Matrix / Runout (Mirrored): D3448 CDSTUMM 174 : [Nimbus logo]
  • Mastering SID Code (Mirrored, repeated x2): IFPI L123
  • Mould SID Code: IFPI 2308

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Cat# Artist Title (Format) Label Cat# Country Year
CDStumm174, 7243 4 84624 2 8 Barry Adamson The Murky World Of Barry Adamson(CD, Comp) Mute, Mute CDStumm174, 7243 4 84624 2 8 Germany 1999 Sell This Version
ACDStumm174 Barry Adamson The Murky World Of Barry Adamson(CD, Comp, Promo) Mute ACDStumm174 UK 1999 Sell This Version
9093-2 Barry Adamson The Murky World Of Barry Adamson(CD, Comp) Mute 9093-2 US 1999 Sell This Version
CDStumm174, 6323-2 Barry Adamson The Murky World Of Barry Adamson(CD, Comp) Mute, Roadrunner Brasil CDStumm174, 6323-2 Brazil Unknown Sell This Version
CD STUMM 174 Barry Adamson The Murky World Of Barry Adamson(CD, Comp) Mute, Liberation Records CD STUMM 174 Australia & New Zealand 1999 Sell This Version

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streetmouse

streetmouse

November 6, 2018
edited about 1 year ago

Barry Adamson was the former bass player for Magazine, the Birthday Party, along with Nick Cave's Bad Seeds, so it’s no surprise that this album often comes across as if you’re hearing it though the thin floral patterns of a motel’s wall, one decorated with confusing velvet Elvis paintings. That being said, all of the songs create an atmosphere of just having ducked in out of the rain, finding yourself wet and alone in a hazed smoky bar watching Adamson’s reflection play in the mirror of a bar-back, where unfamiliar yet delicious looking spirts are up-lighted for both effect and inspiration, drawing you into intoxication before the glass in front you has even been filled.

All of the songs are clever in a good way, delivered with hushed mellow crooning vocals and a funky bass line checked by a smooth vibraphone, snappy hi-hat and piano, spiraling you ever deeper into a Twin Peaks’ world of answers in search of a single question. Adamson’s presentations exist somewhere between the blinking neon and gas mixed with rain water from an accident at the stoplight floating down the gutter. Adamson is darkly romantic, dead set on putting himself at the heartbeat center of his personal world of cool, delivering each note with the intensity of a cinematic atmospheric soundtrack of both mystery and art, where the music is laced with an air of compelling impending danger and bewilderment.

These songs exist in the darkness of stage lights, all are deeply stylistic and orchestrated, infused with the attitudes of beatnik hipsters talking to strangers in tuxedos with pistols tucked neatly into the folds of their clothes, all evocative of double-dealing lies and menacing mistrust … yet it’s all impossible to turn away from.

I warn you, by the time this record has spun out, repeatedly clicking at the end of its runout groove, that bar you wondered into will be filled with disheveled characters facedown on their respective tables, Adamson and his band vanished into the ether, with the handset for a vintage telephone beeping a busy signal as if to rouse you from a murky half forgotten memory.

Review by Jenell Kesler