Augie March
\nHer Majesty\u2019s
\nMarch 26<\/p>\n
Murray Bramwell<\/p>\n
It is several weeks on from the Ides of March, now it\u2019s time for the Odes of March. Augie March, that is – back from a seven year hibernation for a national tour featuring their 2014 album Havens Dumb<\/strong>. Led by the prodigiously talented, singer songwriter Glenn Richards, Augie March appeared on the Australian music scene in 1998 and released their first album Sunset Studies<\/strong> in 2000. Now fifteen years and five albums later, they are here to remind us what an embarrassment of musical riches\/Richards they have to offer.<\/p>\n They are a quirky bunch. After an excellent set from the very promising Adelaide trio, Cosmo Thundercat, Richards and the band wander onstage at Her Majesty\u2019s in search of bass player Edmondo Ammendola. There is an awkward delay until his shambling arrival and Richards, never entirely comfortable as the frontman, finally gathers the band, and the three member Arnold Horns, to open with Hobart Obit<\/strong>.<\/p>\n \u201cI tried to care for you the best I could \/We mapped it out and reconfigured the old neighbourhood\/But time is a bastard , time is a vial of petty sands,\/the body\u2019s a basket emptying to the niggardly hands\/of Aeon for his array of strung out decay\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n With three-part harmonies crooning around him Glenn Richards unfurls the first of his many densely laden lyrics sung in his melodic, pitch perfect vocal, with gently chiming guitar from Adam Donovan, Ammendola\u2019s deep thrumming bass and David Williams, anchoring the band with his steadying drumbeat. It is a sweet pop rock sound \u2013 echoes of Crowded House and perhaps, in their keening vocals and esoteric lyrics, the hugely under-rated UK band Turin Brakes.<\/p>\n With very few exceptions Augie March songs don\u2019t just jump into the brain pan and stay there. They are intricate, trickling threads of voice and word, chord and beat, there are hooks but they don\u2019t have simple choruses, or the kind of repetitions that become immediately memorable.<\/p>\n Interestingly, in the Havens Dumb<\/strong> songs there are repetitions of line between songs- \u201cTime is a bastard, time is a vial of petty sands ..\u201d from Hobart Obit<\/strong>, reappears in Bastard Time<\/strong> and in the album\u2019s splendid opening song AWOL<\/strong>, regrettably excluded from the Her Majesty\u2019s setlist. A Dog Starved<\/strong> gets a go instead \u2013 Donovan\u2019s guitar taking on that sweet rheumatic Gretsch sound George Harrison gave to world. In fact there is a fetching White Album<\/strong> feeling to the whole song, or perhaps, given Richards\u2019 tempus fugit preoccupations- All<\/strong> Things Must Pass<\/strong>.<\/p>\n Peering down at his setlist, printed in a pygmy font that is too hard to read, Richards, somewhat haltingly, leads into a selection from Moo You Bloody Choir, The Cold Acre<\/strong>, Kiernan Box\u2019s gentle piano intro followed by the swing waltz rhythm of yet another melancholy Augie March treasure \u2013 \u201cMy heart is a cold acre, my chest is a cold acre\u2026\u201d Then two early compositions, The Good<\/strong> Gardener (On how he fell)<\/strong> and Here Comes The Night<\/strong>, both from Sunset Studies<\/strong> follow, the band in stride with two fine songs, reminders that this band started well and stayed that way.<\/p>\n Glenn Richards is justly proud of Havens Dumb<\/strong>, the album that brought the band back together. Gathered over several years they recorded 30 songs, the musicians living in different parts of the country emailing each other their overdubs as the project progressed. We get three more of the new songs \u2013Bastard Time, Villa Adriana<\/strong> \u2013 inspired by Richards\u2019 long-awaited first trip to Italy- and the pungent Definitive History<\/strong>.<\/p>\n I am not sure what the title, Havens Dumb<\/strong> quite refers to, but, in part, it is a harsh appraisal of the present state of Australian civic and public life. Definitive History<\/strong> is scathing- \u201c\u2019The same smug expression, same false cheer,\/same air of predation-\u201cStranger welcome\u201d .. just not here, just not here, just not here\/ All men are like mice, all men are mice, it just doesn\u2019t pay to be nice,\/Take all before you\/Definitive History.\u201d<\/p>\n Unfortunately the lucid rage of the lyrics is buried under a surfeit of sound. Kieran Box unleashes a loud grating sample of a violin chord which starts to sound like an unattended car alarm, with the Arnold Horns blasting away and the rest of the band competing for attention. More\u2019s the pity that the refrain is lost in transmission \u2013 \u201dO one for the mother, one for the dad\/One for the treasurer, one for the plasma screen and don\u2019t forget\/ the developer\u2019s dream,\/ a plot to bury them all at the edge of the sprawl-\/ Definitive history.\u201d<\/p>\n The early classic There is No Such a Place<\/strong> reminds us that there few Australian songwriters who can write such plangent melody. This is an amalgam of Paul Simon, Don McLean\u2019s American Pie<\/strong> and Vincent<\/strong>, or more recently the Finn brothers , Elliott Smith and Elbow. But, as always, Augie March sound like a lot of musicians and none of them. They are unique in the best way, because they evoke so much other music that stands in the wings watching them appear \u2013 and, as their song reminds us – disappear.<\/p>\n The set concludes with the full-tilt galloping tempo of This Train Will be Taking No Passengers<\/strong> and, of course, an encore featuring One Crowded Hour<\/strong>. It is their signature hit, and yet another wistful meditation on the theme of time, and past love, featuring yet another gnomic Glenn Richards question and response -\u201cWhat is this six stringed instrument but an adolescent loom ? And one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin.\u201d<\/p>\n Concluding with the downbeat, mildly querulous Never Been Sad<\/strong>, Richards and his staunch, enduring band wind down the show. It has been one of fits and starts, distractedly re-tuning instruments, gazing into the audience, bemused by the lighting blackouts, mulling over Charlie Brown meaning of life questions. As an inner sigh from Glenn Richards becomes accidentally audible, he disarmingly asks- \u201cAm I really tired, or really old ?\u201d<\/p>\n No slick patter from Augie March, no smoothly engineered show, none of the easy complacency befitting a veteran band who after seven years of self-imposed exile have returned with an album as good as any produced in this desolate period in Australian music. Instead they played fifteen or so songs of beauty and tangled feeling. It was one crowded hour and a half – ramshackle, often musically exquisite, and a reminder that Augie March are a great Australian band. \u201cThanks very much folks\u201d, Richards diffidently concludes, \u201cthat\u2019s us.\u201d And a fine thing they are too. Let\u2019s hope, for all our sakes, that there will be a next time.<\/p>\n Murray Bramwell<\/p>\n Online at The Barefoot Review, March 31, 2015.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Augie March Her Majesty\u2019s March 26 Murray Bramwell It is several weeks on from the Ides of March, now it\u2019s time for the Odes of March. Augie March, that is – back from a seven year hibernation for a national tour featuring their 2014 album Havens Dumb. Led by the prodigiously talented, singer songwriter Glenn Richards, Augie March appeared on the Australian music scene in 1998 and released their first album Sunset Studies in 2000. 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