UNEXPURGATED||High Llamas ‘Talahomi Way’||Sean O’Hagan

About 10 years ago, my pigheaded refusal to accept The Beach Boys as anything other than a West Coast preppy doo-wop band was obliterated by listening to the Pet SoundsSessions. Having grown up with certain songs as part of the cultural furniture, I could see nothing that elevated Brian Wilson above the Jan & Dean cover versions I had on bargain bin 12-inch as a kid, which didn’t seem all that far removed from the theme to the (Rinky-Dink) Pink Panther show I used to watch in-between listening jags on my sofa-cushion surfboard on the living room floor.

Unadulterated sun does funny things to us here in England. If Christmas has passed, and a sky that’s blue rather than off-white presents itself, even the leafless, skeletal trees pressed against it begin take on the appearance of splattered summer-bugs on the world’s windscreen, and lo and behold — picnic benches are assembled outside Pubs and duly used by the skimpily dressed and goose bump fleshed. It was during one such momentary solar acknowledgement that I finally gave-in to my Dad’s maintenance that the mid ’60s witnessed a Trans-Atlantic game of musical one-upmanship ping-ponging between the Beatles & Beach Boys in search of audacious pop evolution.

The High Llamas’ expansive 29-track 1996 release Hawaii attracted the attention of The (Rinky Dink) Beach Boys themselves, resulting in an apparently rather bizarre meeting with the recently Landy-amputated Brian, when Bruce Johnston was feeling-out The High Llamas’ Sean O’Hagan as possible producer of a Wilson-reintegrated Beach Boys reboot. Several years and albums later, those pet sounds still linger in the High Llamas’ music. First thoughts on listening to Talahomi Way: “Ooh lush production…” Second thoughts: “ew, Brian Wilson’s lush production. This is an unofficial straight-to-video Pet Sounds Sequel. ‘Let’s Go Away For Awhile…Longer’.” Such complaints are not so uncommon an accusation to be leveled at Sean O’Hagan, and one that he regularly wafts away by saying he wears his influences on his sleeve…but its what’s beneath the records’ sleeve that counts.

No song on this record is in itself particularly bad, it’s just that, for me at least, their influences are insurmountable and left me longing for them. Walking around this week with the sun uncharacteristically blistering, and nature ejaculating everywhere, this record should, but doesn’t, make any sense. While numerous artists have in the past appropriated and referenced giants of production and/or songwriting in their production and/or songwriting, they’ve always mixed-in something unique to the milieu, or at least isolated the unadulterated fanboy homage to one or two tracks, but this album is relentlessly unabashed in its persistent impersonations. I spent all my time methodically attempting to identify where every one of its constituents originated from, leaving me with the feeling I was undertaking an aural autopsy.

While the sounds are ‘sun-soaked’ and pretty enough, and the arrangements are tight and methodical, the lack of substance makes it feel as though it was written by, at best, a committee, and at worst a machine. While I understand the existence of an audience that sees albums of this type as a welcome tribute and perpetuation to an idyllic sound, I’d argue that the difference is as stark as the radiation of the sun to a generous microwave blast, and this like the latter leaves me feeling cold in the center.

Similar Albums:
Brian Wilson – SMiLE
Jim O’Rourke – Eureka
Ennio Morricone – Gli Scassinatori (The Burglars) OST

From: sean o’hagan <———-@———-com>
To: editor@treblezine.com
Sent: Wednesday, May 11, 2011 8:11 AM
Subject: Talahomi way / The High Llamas/ Chester Whelks

Jeff/ Terrance

Could you get thid to Chester Whelks. First timr I have ever  replied to a reveiew.

Just read Chester’s  review of our  record  and  thought I would  clear a few things up .
While I accept that this  record  did not  resonate  with the  writer  I  do take a exception with the idea that the music is over observed or  lacks  substance .
As much as I love the  Beach Boys , the  Californian sound was not on my radar while making the  record .  Basil Kirchin was , as was  marcos Vale , Michellea Legrand , Piero Piiccionni,  Edwin  Astley , Dion ……………. the list is endless . Yes i listen to music .
99% of  contemporary music  is recorded with a an auto assumption that  gtr / bass  drums…. verse / chorus/  mid 8 return….. is perfectly acceptable .
I happen to think in  harmony of instrumentation , a  writing  style that owes  as much to the  a century of music as opposed to a  a recent cult ( take  your  pick ) and I don’t explore anything personal with  words . I also happen to believe in the strength of male unison singing … and have  exploited this  for 15 years,  I also try to naturally represent my interest in  20th century experimental music ,  concrete or just playful.
What  ever  i do , its with  commitment , i attempt originality and I follow instinct as opposed cowering to critics and prevailing  change. i believe that there is  so little experience in understanding arrangement. An arranged  sound with  a pad of brass  or strings seems to have only one or two comparison Bacharach , Wilson.
My music  is not a  micro wave  nor a facsimile . The one  pursuit i  love is twisting a chord  change , years of writing  and I still love this . We lack passion and substance ??????
Most  supposed passion in modern music is  the result o artists in love  with them selves . I trade in honesty , the band make no money and we do it  because we love it  and we are  despite Chesters attempts at belittling us , unique…which is more than canbe said for the 99% i referred to  at the beginning.
I am  also nit erudite , trained ,  studious, I started life as a builder , left school at 14 , worked in car factories in the early 80s  and still have  trouble reading  fluently . but I love  putting  chords  together .  Allow me that  and don’t belittle me .
Sean o’Hagan

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