Lord Cut-Glass
Chemikal Underground
By Julia Reidy
Ex-Delgado Alun Woodward’s lilting Scottish accent wraps itself around the haunting, intricate instrumental arrangements in his songs. His debut LP under the moniker Lord Cut-Glass — named for a character in the radio play Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas — turns seamlessly from folk to waltz to military march to a ditty about being the “product of the modern man.” Each song is a fleshed-out stand-alone composition, a full story and an entire piece of music in its own right. Listening to Lord Cut-Glass as an album feels like being at the theater; one can almost feel the velvet of the curtains and the see the glow of the stage lights.
Maybe it’s because most of the phrasing seems directly
derivative of theatrical song composition in the best way. Woodward plays with
tempo and volume in a manner that creates interest and tension, helped in his
efforts by drummer Paul Savage (also formerly of The Delgados), as well as a
large collection of Glasgow
Lyrically, Woodward brings intimidating smarts and a charming sense of humor to his songwriting. Take, for example, the fact that the quietest song on the album — a sweetly sung minimalist acoustic duet — is called “Holy Fuck!” and asserts that “glimpsing reflections of the past… feels like licking rats.” Through lines like these, Woodward displays his ability with striking descriptiveness. “I believe that you and me will never be/A Fred-and-Ginger matinee romance,” he croons. “Holy Fuck!” and every song on the album, really, beautifully meshes undeniable truth with darkly comic wit and weird analogy.
Woodward sings about everything from pirates and ninjas to simple interpersonal relationships and the Midas touch. One of the record’s other down-tempo numbers, “Monster Face,” features Woodward with his guitar again, but this time it’s over tympani and a loud, baritone horn section that lends menace to already dark lyrics like, “I’m a man who’s always had a plan/Like a bee with the scent of a rose/Awkward, keen and verging on obscene/I am here, mathematically mean.” While certainly possessed with the ability for calculated effort like the character in “Monster Face,” Woodward’s intensions with Lord Cut-Glass were doubtless of a kinder nature, and now have resulted in a piece of art tailor-made to enthrall.
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