from the LP Lovegod, Big Life Records, 1990I’ve made sufficient mention in this blog of the profound effects that MDMA had upon the music, and indeed social, scene across Great Britain during their summer(s) of love in the late ‘80s, and the Soup Dragons are another great example of that fallout; having begun their existence somewhere between the C86 sound & more jagged stuff like early Jesus & Mary Chain, this release finds them completely transformed into baggy-clothed, tie-dyed, smiley-faced participants in the love revolution (perhaps only being outdone by fellow Brits the Shamen in how much their sound had changed). Thing is, apart from some of the simplistic beats, this album has aged pretty decently---not that its songs have ever been too far from the public ear mind you, as the Dragons have been happy to lease their singles out for seemingly any commercial, TV show or film that’s asked. This song is a great Sunday morning (or just “morning after”) relaxant: thick beats, smoky vocals, steady tambourine, and those tape loops of recorded laughter & random bits of conversation make things just trippy enough to keep part of your head in the clouds.
