Happy Mondays ‎– Pills 'N' Thrills And Bellyaches

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A1 Kinky Afro
A2 God's Cop
A3 Donovan
A4 Grandbag's Funeral
A5 Loose Fit
B1 Dennis And Lois
B2 Bob's Yer Uncle
B3 Step On
Written-By – Demetriou*, Kongos*
B4 Holiday
B5 Harmony

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This release comes in two editions: The first edition has US candy company logos on the sleeve (this), subsequent editions had the sleeves altered and without logos due to copyright reasons.

Published by London Music Ltd.
except B3 published by Tapestry Music Ltd. © 1970
℗ + © 1990 Factory Communications Ltd.

Mastered at The Townhouse.

Barcode and Other Identifiers

  • Barcode (Text): 5 016839 303200
  • Barcode (String): 5016839303200
  • Matrix / Runout (Side A runout): FACT-320-A2 * TOWNHOUSE MAX
  • Matrix / Runout (Side B runout): FACT-320-B2 * TOWNHOUSE MAX

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Cat# Artist Title (Format) Label Cat# Country Year
3984 28251 2 Happy Mondays Pills 'N' Thrills And Bellyaches(CD, Album, RE) London Records, Factory 3984 28251 2 Europe 1999 Sell This Version
9 60986-2, 60986-2 Happy Mondays Pills 'N' Thrills And Bellyaches(CD, Album, SRC) Elektra, Elektra 9 60986-2, 60986-2 US 1990 Sell This Version
CD 60986 Happy Mondays Pills 'N Thrills And Bellyaches(CD, Album) Elektra CD 60986 Canada 1990 Sell This Version
FACT 320 Happy Mondays Pills 'N' Thrills And Bellyaches(LP, Album, MP) Factory FACT 320 UK 1990 Sell This Version
828 223-1 Happy Mondays Pills 'N Thrills And Bellyaches(LP, Album) Factory, London Records 828 223-1 Europe 1990 Sell This Version

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andyman5

andyman5

February 26, 2016

The track 'Holiday' is for all intents and purposes a cover of Change's - Lover's Holiday as the melody is lifted straight from the aforementioned track albeit in the Monday's style.
DIFFO

DIFFO

May 21, 2012
edited over 5 years ago
The Happy Mondays were hedonistic Mancunions, a party with no beginning and no end, a party where Pills 'N' Thrills and Bellyaches was continually pumping. The apex of their career (and quite arguably the whole baggy/Madchester movement), Pills 'N' Thrills and Bellyaches pulsates with a garish neon energy, with psychedelic grooves, borrowed hooks, and veiled threats piling upon each other with the logic of a drunken car wreck.

As with Bummed, a switch in producers re-focuses and redefines the Mondays, as Paul Oakenfold and Steve Osborne replace the brittle, assaultive Martin Hannett production with something softer and expansive that is truly dance-club music instead of merely suggestive of it. Where the Stone Roses were proudly pop classicists, styling themselves after the bright pop art of the '60s, the Mondays were aggressively modern, pushing pop into the ecstasy age by leaning hard on hip-hop, substituting outright thievery for sampling.

Although it's unrecognizable in sound and attitude, "Step On," the big hit from Pills, is a de facto cover of John Kongos' "He's Gonna Step on You Again," LaBelle's "Lady Marmalade" provides the skeleton for "Kinky Afro," but these are the cuts that call attention to themselves; the rest of the record is draped in hooks and sounds from hits of the past, junk culture references, and passing puns, all set to a kaleidoscopic house beat.

Oakenfold and Osborne may be responsible for the sound of Pills 'N' Thrills and Bellyaches, certainly more than the band, which almost seems incidental to this meticulously arranged album, but Shaun Ryder is the heart and soul of the album, the one that keeps the Mondays a dirty, filthy rock & roll outfit. Lifting melodies at will, Ryder twists the past to serve his purpose, gleefully diving into the gutter with stories of cheap drugs and threesomes, convinced that god made it easy on him, and blessed with that knowledge, happy to traumatize his girlfriend's kid by telling them that he only went with his mother cause she was dirty. He's a thug and something of a poet, creating a celebratory collage of sex, drugs, and dead-end jobs where there's no despair because only a sucker could think that this party would ever come to an end.