
In which I admit to falling for the tricks of the marketing folk…..
It was hearing some of their songs at the much-missed Little League nights during the 2010s that I first fell for the charms of The Pains of Being Pure At Heart. My dancing partner-in-crime, Aldo, was way ahead of the curve, having cottoned onto them from the outset, being someone who loved getting out and about to various indie-festivals in the UK and further afield. His CD collection has always been packed with releases from all the legendary indie labels, with Slumberland Records being one of his favourites.
The self-titled debut was released in February 2009. I’m quite sure Aldo would have bought it at the time and raved about it to anyone who would listen. I was going through a period of enjoying what was a particularly fertile period for emerging Scottish-based bands, and so I wouldn’t have paid much attention to the idea that great music was coming out of Brooklyn. But as I said, it was hearing some songs while out at the middle-aged folks equivalent of the indie-disco that got my ears pricked.
Said album was eventually purchased on CD in maybe 2015 or 2016. My take on things from the outset that it was a very good but not wholly brilliant listen. The opening five songs – Contender, Come Saturday, Young Adult Friction, This Love Is Fucking Right! and The Tenure Itch – were particularly strong, but that’s no real surprise, as the catchy singles were all in there. What I was particularly liking was how they seemed to blend a range of indie-influences from both the US and the UK and somehow come up with something that sounded different. The melodies were great, the tunes were toe-tapping, and the whole thing bounced along at a fair pace.
But just as I was beginning to think it was a classic, things sagged in the middle. Don’t get me wrong, the tunes Stay Alive and Everything With You were decent enough, but where there had been killer choruses early on, these kind of felt indie-by-numbers. Would I have felt the same if I’d seen the band play live back in the day? Probably not, as there was a sense that they would have sounded bright and energetic when aired in the presence of an adoring and enthusiastic audience. And just as I was kind of being dragged back in by A Teenager In Love and Hey Paul, the album closer Gentle Sons left me shaking my head as dull and plodding – the very worst of their influences coming through as it sounded like a Mary Chain cast-off with an awful lead guitar part midway through.
And then, in early 2022, one of the monthly e-mails from the Monorail record shop excitedly announced that the album was being re-released on limited edition vinyl – white with pink and yellow splatter no less – and could be ordered via the website. The thing is, there’s plenty of albums (and indeed singles) I have on CD that I’d love to have on vinyl, but this wasn’t really one of them. But, just like the Four Tops (and Orange Juice), I can’t help myself. And the order was placed within seconds of the email arriving – I didn’t want to miss out!
So now, I have two copies of The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart. Consumerism at its worst. But I could justify things to myself by the fact that I would now be able to place the vinyl on the turntable and lift it off without guilt at the end of Side 1.
mp3: The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart – Contender
mp3: The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart – Young Adult Friction
And if I want any of the Side 2 tracks, there’s always the digital versions on the laptop (although I’m no so shallow as to not put the needle into the groove of Side 2, but I always make sure it gets lifted again before the final track, which means it always closes with this:-
mp3: The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart – Hey Paul
Which I’ve just done as I listened again while typing out all of the above.
JC

