Darren Hayman And The Secondary Modern - Pram Town - 2009-DV8 | 65 MB
Artist: Darren Hayman & The Secondary Modern
Title: Pram Town
Label: Track & Field
Bitrate: 172kbit av.
Size: 68.52 mb
Rip Date: 2009-01-20
Str Date: 2009-01-30
1. Civic Pride 2:29
2. Pram Town 2:55
3. Compilation Cassette 3:38
4. Losing My Glue 3:06
5. No Middle Name 3:26
6. Room To Grow 3:20
7. Our Favourite Motorway 4:36
8. Out Of My League 4:28
9. Amy And Rachel 4:02
10. Fire Stairs 4:40
11. Leaves On The Line 3:58
12. High Rise Towers In Medium Size Towns 4:29
13. Never Want To Be That Way Again 3:00
14. Big Fish 4:24
Darren Hayman's knack for verbalizing the trials and traumas
of lower-middle Britain is well documented. As the driving
force behind 1990's indie outfit Hefner he grew a cult and
enthusiastic following that hung on his every acerbic turn of
phrase and whom took a great amount of pride from supporting a
band rubbing delightfully against the grain. As a solo artist
he's continued resolutely on this idiosyncratic path but, as
evidenced by Pram Town, has visibly mellowed with age.
Pram Town finds Hayman in wistful mood and it's an absorbing -
if somewhat unexpected - spectacle. Basically a concept album
dealing with a nameless young man stuck in the colorless and
oppressive confines of commuter-belt England, it paints a
sobering picture of suburbia that most listeners will be
achingly familiar with no matter which side of the Atlantic
they come from.
Named after his hometown of Harlow, Essex - a nickname given
to the London commuter town to reflect the influx of new
families into the area - this is a gentle, folk-infused
collection of songs that is equally moving and funny. Hayman's
penchant for well-observed lyrical couplets remains evident.
When he talks of the planning vision behind new towns and of
'digging holes and pouring concrete' on 'Our Favourite
Motorway' every word paints its own intentionally drab story.
When he goes on to speak candidly about the populace's
frustrating lack of ambition you sense also that this isn't a
sentiment Hayman reserves purely for the residents of Harlow.
He's talking about every dowdy, unmotivated lower middle class
area in Britain and he's ruthlessly spot-on. But this isn't
the type of caustic kitchen-sink melodrama that critics have
often accused Hayman of carelessly slipping into. This time
around Hayman simply assembles the characters and events
within the story and leaves the listener to fill in the gaps.
Subsequently every single listener will end up drawing their
own conclusions and taking something different from this
album. For that reason alone Pram Town deserves plaudits
Through banjo, bells, glock, trombone, trumpet and strings,
Hayman assembles a warm and comforting musical accompaniment
that sets the story's individual scripts off deliciously. This
is by far the most accomplished solo album from Hayman and
evidence that age is helping the songwriter explore rich
virgin territory. Long may it continue.