ALTHOUGH THERE is every
possibility that any of a hundred lesser
known bands have the potential to one day
produce as good an artefact as 'The Gift,
in this flabby carcass of free enterprise
only a lucky few are allowed to ascend to
the dizzying heights of multinational
are such favoured sons yet Paul Weller
writes and composes because he is a
natural social commentator, a talented
musician and emotionally articulate, not
because of an innate desire to generate
vast turnovers of wealth. If he was
sweating behind a factory bench he would
still be scribbling down his thoughts and
observations into a notebook.
such communicator needs an outlet for
their thoughts but the outlet granted to
Weller makes a painfully sharp contrast
to the common truths and warm humanity
that his messages convey. Millions can be
reached, souls can be touched.
like 'Going Underground' can capture the
precise mood and feel of the times to a
staggering anthemic degree.BUT ... any
new piece of Jam product is deigned Top
Secret by Polydor and zealously guarded
as scores of pompous, myth making media
hacks (like me) scramble over one another
for scoop hearings and get ready to
Proclaim The New Masterpiece.
the usual rock and roll bullshit that
surrounds any top selling band but I
wonder how much this disturbing but
seemingly unsolvable dilemma of the pop
industry bites into the Weller psyche and
how much is he resigned into acceptance
of these contradictions?
I think it is most sweet and fitting that
a copy of the item, for so long talked
about in revered hushed whispers, should
be literally dumped unceremoniously on my
doorstep on a damp , Saturday night. Let
us unwrap this 'Gift'.
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