Showing posts with label Advisory Circle. Show all posts
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Saturday, 2 November 2013

The Ghost Box Study Series


Ghost Box Records have just issued the tenth and final instalment of their Study Series. These singles have provided an experimental lab in which established artists on the label have been encouraged to vary their customary style and to collaborate with others, hopefully producing new and pleasing compounds. They have also brought other fellow spirits into the enchanted circle, broadening the house style without diluting its essence. That essence, as ever, extends beyond the music to incorporate the graphic design, the constructed world in which it is placed and the associations which it courts through sample, quotation, pastiche and homage. The covers here have been given a lovely uniform design by Julian House (who also operates under the guise of The Focus Group), lending them the appearance of booklets outlining modules in some esoteric open learning course. It makes for a handsome set. Now that it is complete, it seems an ideal time for a bit of revision to gain an overview of what we have learned in our studies.


The first single is a collaboration between Belbury Poly and Moon Wiring Club and comes under the general heading of Youth and Recreation (each single has its own thematic title). Things get off to a fairly funky start with the A side The Young People. Stevie Wonderish clavichord and disjointed beats beats are overlaid with more typically Ghost Boxy synth melodies in warm, sunfilled analogue tones. A haunted middle section has echoing zither shivers (‘terror zings’ as they’re referred to on the Radiophonic Workshop Out of This World effects LP), ratcheting scrapes like sticks dragged along railings and other murmurations. All of which suggests the approach of the young people with the strangely ‘whitewashed faces’ of which the voiceover speaks. It all ends with ominous, booming synth chords: they’re here, they’re at the door. The B-side, Portals and Parallels, has more beats and bass from the Moon Wiring end of the spectrum. The repeated pattern of a spiralling Belbury theme tune creates zooming false coloured photo title graphics in the mind, suggestive of some supernatural action series. Distorted, half-comprehensible voices can be heard leaking through from some other place. The middle-section shifts into an urgent, John Barry-esque style, which you could imagine being hammered out on a cimbalom (the sound of cold war spy thrillers). An odd, bumbling folk melody in the middle could be the signature of a friendly spirit sidekick, manifesting in order to aid our occult detective in his fight against malevolent forces.


The second single, Cycles and Seasons, teams The Advisory Circle, Jon Brooks’ supervisory body set up to ensure public wellbeing and correct behaviour, with Hong Kong in the 60s. The A side is the Circle alone, offering us New Dimensions In…what exactly? Anything which comes to mind as you listen. It begins with an ascending electronic exhalation, a rising to the surface, tuning us in to a wooden percussive intro of measured clicks. This sets the rhythm for acoustic guitar and gently shuffling drums, which blend with a brassy, sunfilled synthesiser melody. The middle section shifts into the kind of melodic synth music which Paddy Kingsland produced for the Radiophonic Workshop in the mid-70s, mixing electronics with conventional rock instrumentation. It’s one of the first of several Study Series tracks which feels like the soundtrack to a railway journey. The pastoral flute tones which join in towards the end suggests that we are watching the English countryside passing by through the window.

The b-side features Hong Kong in the 60s backed by The Advisory Circle. It’s the first song in the series, and perhaps the first Ghost Box song in the traditional sense. A hazy piece of dream pop with whispered male and female vocals, it drifts along with a sleepy, trance-like pace, lightly shimmying to a background Casio-like bossa rhythm. The half-waking mood is enhanced by the occasional omnichord waft of chordal chime. The lyrics throw out an invitation, a blissfully repeated invocation that ‘everyone come’ to some ritual gathering the nature of which is left worryingly vague. It seems innocent enough, but…


Number 3, Welcome to Godalming, is split between Belbury Poly and fellow astral travellers Mordant Music, who have long investigated similar haunted byways to the Ghost Box artists. Belbury Poly’s Swingalong begins with a sprightly light music intro which, combined with the flickering sound of an unspooling projector, sounds like it might be the soundtrack to a post-war documentary about some sparkling modern new town being shown at the local town hall. It gives way to a relaxed, jazzy and moogy theme tune played over swinging rhythms and watery splashes of stroked electric piano. Noises burble in the background – voices, laughter, vaporous electronic wisps and springing clockwork rasps – paint a blurry impressionistic picture of a paisley-patterned party in full flow. Touches of sitar and tamboura scent the air with the incense of suburban psychedelia.

Mordant Music’s Inn Ohm the Lake has a looping male voice, full of post-war pedagogical assurance, repeatedly informing us that ‘this is only a recording’. Gently humming drone loops and simple, sighing phrases are layered in, sounding a little like Brian Eno’s Discreet Music. Other voices join this underlying mantra, which fades in and out of our consciousness but persists on a subliminal level throughout. A echoing babble builds up around a descending harp-like figure. A children’s round song floating briefly to the surface, emerging from a murmurous mass which is distorted to the point of abstraction. The chorale is dispersed out into slow, edgeless fogs of reverb. It’s like a confusion of calls skimming through the mist on a morning lake, or perhaps rising from more inward pools of the deeper psyche. Single note splashes and warm synth waves are like rain and wind on water.


The fourth instalment finds Broadcast and The Focus Group returning from their investigations of Witch Cults of the Radio Age to turn their attentions to the more domestic subject of ‘Familiar Shapes and Noises’. The title is both accurate and misguiding, since the music delights in the ceaseless warping and transformation of its humble source sounds. There are familiar Broadcast elements embedded in the A side, Inside Out. Trish’s lulling voice is the first sound we hear, and there is a pointillistic piano loop, an archetypal Broadcast (and Brubeck!) bass and rolling drum rhythm, also prominent in the theme for the imaginary film in Berberian Sound Studio. There are chattering harpsichord figures and what sounds like the Mongolian-style lute which Trish used to thrash a furious ethno-Neu drone on at the end of later Broadcast concerts. This gives is something of a North African feel, akin to the psychedelicised recordings of the Master Musicians of Jajouka which Brian Jones brought back from Morocco and subjected to heavy phasing in the 60s. The general tone pushes the experiments of the previous Broadcast and Focus Group collaboration to new and dizzying heights, focussing with intense concentration on making the familiar perpetually strange. The sound is harsher and more distorted, as signalled by a bell chime ruthlessly being pulled out of shape, its purity ground up into a rough grain.

The constant transformations, with tape speed stretched, bending sounds this way and that, compressing and colliding them together, creates an overwhelming effect of sensory overload. We’re never allowed to settle on one singular sound object for sufficient time to gain a firm anchorage within the general flux. This is the kind of psychedelia which Trish used to talk about, the realignment of the sensorium by means of a disorienting rearrangement of the elements of the world into new and startling patterns. For all its intoxicating surface chaos, there’s a real cohesion to the whole, however. Transitions between sounds are made with a seamlessness which is very different from the deliberately ragged collaging of the Witch Cults LP.

The B-side has two short pieces, The Song Before and Tuesday’s Offering. The former features a hazy summer psych buzz and hum, the drone of drowsy heat and bees. Concrete sounds of pouring water and shattering glass add to the atmosphere of daydream detachment. Trish’s song murmurs with beatific self-containment in the background, while bass and occasional guitar twang sustain a forward motion. Massive reverberation gives the impression of visual distortion and kaleidoscopic shifts of focus, whilst a gabbling goblin voice intruding towards the end seems to anticipate the gibber of the Berberian Sound Studio soundtrack’s dangerously aroused homunculus.

Tuesday’s Offering is full of reverse tape effects of the sort which make sounds appear to manifest themselves magically from the substance of the air. Clock chimes, ticks and pendulum swings are savagely morphed and mutated, as if to emphasise the elasticity of time. Set against this mutable temporality are strongly metronomic Can-ish and Pink Floyd-esque bass riffs, which provide a contrasting measured regularity. A voice issuing ceaseless incantation with no apparent pause for breath adds an element of the uncanny. Tuesday’s Offering looks forward to the post-Broadcast which James Cargill has begun producing with Julian House (aka The Focus Group) and Roj Stevens, an ex-Broadcast member and now a Ghost Box artist in his own right, under the name Children of Alice. They have thus far released a striking 20 minute piece on Devon Folklore Tapes which has a definite sense of continuity with this Study Series offering.


For the fifth lesson we delve into The Open Songbook, and enjoy some wryly low key pop by Hintermass. Christened for this single, they are what might be a one off figuration of Jon Brooks (aka The Advisory Circle) and Tim Felton, once of Broadcast and now one half of the pop electronica duo Seeland. The A side, Are You Watching, is initially reminiscent of the latter, with a wistful guitar intro and Casio keyboard rhythms leading into Felton’s reassuring and homely vocals. It’s a pleasingly unaffected slice of light psych pop, reflected and restrained but, all things considered, quietly cheerful and optimistic. The synthesiser whistles along in companionable harmony, and there’s a moogy break near the end which adds a scribble of signature Ghost Box sound. The B-side, So It Shall Be, leads off with wistful piano chords, setting the tone of autumnal minor key melancholia. Felton’s vocals are affectingly ordinary, and the air of everyday heartache and weary resignation is made all the more poignant by the humdrum poetry of tartan flasks in the rain and out of date plastic travel passes. Synth flute lines enhance the flavour of delicious melancholy, whilst background shimmer provides emotional shading.


Jonny Trunk’s Animation and Interpretation, Number 6 in the series, is more minimal in construction. The two sides are skeletal sountracks whose rhythmic emphasis conjures images of movement and travel. The first, Le Train Fantôm, sets the engine in motion with call and response bass and snare drum, and adds more mechanical elements as it accelerates, until it’s picked up a good head of hissing and clanking steam. It never achieves the piston-pumping boiler plate power of Kraftwerk’s Trans Europe Express, but is small and perfectly formed in its own modest way. Indeed, this sounds like a record for playing as an aural backdrop to the running of a model railway. The echoing ‘phantom’ sounds ghosting the rhythms of the rails suggest that this may be a very special set, one with a self-operating nocturnal life of its own.

The B-side, Cardboard Boxford, has a similarly homemade feel. With its plinking triangle and echoed, suspended piano notes and measured, spaced bass, this is movie prowling and searching music, all tension and anticipation as we wait for something to leap out, possibly with a blare of Elmer Bernstein horns. Again, there’s a hollow, miniaturised feel to this soundtrack, something a bit Michael Bentine’s Pottytime about its noirish shadows. The streets of Cardboard Boxford might be mean, but they’re easily flatpacked and stored away.


The seventh record summons up the atmospheres of what must be the favourite Ghost Box season, offering the class some Autumnal Activities to engage in. Side A, November Sequence, finds Pye Corner Audio introducing synthesiser sonorities of a slightly later vintage than the early to mid 70s Ghost Box norm. Broad, expansive chords serves as a steadily pacing ground upon which a simple but hypnotically effective motif is built. Another figure is added on to of that, and the gradually layered counterpoint leads to a cumulative intensification of the listener’s engagement. In minimalist form, ominous effect and in terms of the late 70s sound palette, this has a similar feel to an early John Carpenter title theme – Assault on Precinct 13, say. On the B-side, Cloud Control, Pye Corner Audio join forces with The Advisory Circle. A steady bass and drum beat and minor key chord sequence create the landscape above which a plangent Advisory Circle melody floats with the burnished glow of Autumn sunlight on copper beech leaves. A foursquare snare and bass drum rhythm introduces what sounds like another ghost train winding through the countryside. A minor key middle section introduces darker shadows to the Autumn scene, long nights in which diminished chords conjure threatening, half-glimpsed presences.


Number 8, Inversions, is an exercise in ringing the changes on the familiar and well-established. Belbury Poly and The Advisory Circle (aka Jim Jupp and Jon Brooks) each take one of the other’s tunes and refashion it in their own way, but not necessarily according to their own accustomed style. It’s a congenial exchange, with both participants safe in the knowledge that their music will receive respectful treatment from somebody with an inherent understanding of its spirit. This is a Ghost Box covers single, then, offering interpretations of what are, to a small coterie at least, classics. On the A side, The Advisory Circle arranges The Willows from the Algernon Blackwood-referencing Belbury Poly album of the same name. A fingerstyle acoustic guitar intro with synth flute melody sets up a psych-folk mood, with a similar light pastoral air to Nick Drake’s instrumentals on Bryter Layter. But we soon leave the countryside for the disco, although perhaps this one might be held on the village green, with neon-painted maypole erected. Propulsive Morodery sequenced beats combine with the heavier, metallic springiness of late 70s synth sounds to take Ghost Box out onto the dancefloor. The more familiar warm analogue tones are re-introduced towards the end, sounding fresh and renewed in this altered setting. The groove is maintained on the B-side, on which Belbury Poly effect a similar transformation upon The Advisory Circle’s Now Ends the Beginning from the As The Crow Flies LP. Here, the deliquescent descending motif is rendered as electric piano droplets. A 70s disco drum shuffle dims the ethereal glow of the original in favour a more earthbound ambience, lit by revolving, multi-coloured spotlights. It’s clear and to the point, moving the feet and the body rather than the spirit, with handclaps to co-ordinate moves and create a collective experience. The sense of Pan’s People communion and controlled and directed ecstasy is further expressed by the female ‘la la’ vocals neatly rounding off the chorus with pre-determined ritual precision.


The ninth module, Projections, introduces Listening Center, who perform the A side, Titoli, before combining with Pye Corner Audio to map out the Town of Tomorrow Today. The former has a tinnily preset bontempi rhythm over which simple motifs are placed. On the bottom, a boggy, splodging synth ground hops along with the squelchy bounce of a children’s animated TV theme. The ascending melody drifts overhead with airy nimbus lightness. Sampled female vocals rise in pitch up the synthesiser keys, the evident artificiality of the notes somehow in itself strangely affecting. It’s all so childishly simple, yet creates such a direct, emotional connection. Town of Tomorrow Today begins with a rolling, slightly turbulent synth pattern, perhaps the helicopter approach to our shining urban destination. The grid patterns of the planned and zoned environment is measured out with mellow techno, simple circling chord sequences around which descending melodies are woven. Its repetitive iterations of the basic material with slight variations in tone and structure echo the imaginary modernist architecture which we travel through in our heads.


The final single in the Study Series pairs Belbury Poly with Spacedog, who are Jenny Angliss on vocals, Sarah Angliss on theremin, piano and electronics and Stephen Hiscock on percussion. The record celebrates the mathematical genius, intellectual daring and ‘poetical science’ of Ada Lovelace, Byron’s extraordinary daughter, who imagined the possibilities inherent in the analytical engine which she worked on with Charles Babbage and thus anticipated the modern computer age. On the A-side, Feed Me, we begin with her beautiful statement ‘we are toying with the intangible, the stuff from which the Northern Lights are made’, which shows a profound insight into the spiritual urges at the heart of scientific enquiry. Jenny Angliss’ classically inflected soprano voice echoes Ada’s words (as read by Flora Dempsey) with a lyrical, yearning melodicism reminiscent of parts of Benjamin Britten’s Serenade for Tenor, Horn and Strings or his Rimbaud settings Les Illuminations. There’s also a hint of the North Sea Radio Orchestra in the mix of classical and pop elements. Dub melodica opens up interior spaces and suggests the thought processes which reach towards new ideas and concepts.

If Feed Me depicts the conceptualisation of new possibilities in computation and analogs of mental processes, the B-side, Quiet Industry, presents the mechanical realisation. Ada envisaged the way in which the analytical engine might be used to create complex music beyond the capacity of human musicians to perform. Here, machine rhythms like those in Broadcast’s Hawk drive the music on. The analogy with the Jacquard loom is made, and we hear complex, chattering rhythms incorporating sounds recorded in Quarry Bank Mill in Cheshire. With more readings and vocals taken from Ada’s poetic scientific writing woven into the skittering calculations of the machine rhythms in hocketed patterns, the whole bears some resemblance to Steve Reich’s vocal piece Tehillim. Above this complex but intricately ordered polyrhythm we hear a gorgeous synthesiser melody which expresses the beauty of science and the human mind’s efforts to understand the universe through its application. This paean to a female pioneer and prophet of the modern age is a noble, affecting and inspiring lesson with which to conclude our series of studies. Hopefully a new course may be announced in the not too distant future.

Thursday, 1 September 2011

I A Moon and As The Crow Flies


Two of my favourite groups or artists have recently released fantastic new albums: The North Sea Radio Orchestra with I, A Moon and The Advisory Circle with As The Crow Flies. The North Sea Radio Orchestra are a 10 piece chamber group who blend classical arrangements with folkish pop to produce a quintessentially English music. They have previously set the words of English (and Irish) poets such as Blake, Hardy, Tennyson and Yeats, but here the lyrics are all written by Sharron and Craig Fortnam, the married couple who are at the heart of the group. They tend to relate astronomical imagery to the inner state of the individual, generally conveying a sense of dreamlike detachment, of orbiting weightlessly some way above the Earth’s surface (as the titles I A Moon and The Earth Beneath Our Feet would suggest). There is an air of discorporeality which pervades the songs, which suggests that this is music for the head and the dreaming mind rather than the body – which is not to say that you couldn’t dance to it.

The album opens with a chiming vibraphone chord before Craig Fortnam’s plucked, classical guitar chords are introduced, instantly familiar from previous North Sea Radio Orchestra records. The bassoon, clarinet and strings soon colour in surrounding harmonies and complete the customary components of the Orchestra’s sound. Sharron’s vocals are at their most Kate-ish (Bush, that is), with similarly slurred r’s and the hint of a suburban London tone. The Morpheus Miracle Maker of the title seems to be some sort of dream recording machine, establishing the album’s vaguely science fictional air. I A Moon twins organ and tuned percussion (vibraphones and celestes) to produce a late Medieval or early Renaissance feel. You could imagine David Munrow bringing his full panoply of early music instruments to bear on this tune. It creates an appropriate ambience for Sharron Fortnam’s slightly melancholic music of the spheres, the lyrics painting the self as heavenly body. Guitar Miniature No.3 (numbers 1 and 2 can be found on the debut album and its follow up Birds) unfolds in a stately fashion over a humming organ drone. Heavy Weather is a gently swaying shanty charting a seafaring trip, with the refrain of ‘So, heave-ho, down below we go’ suggesting that it’s a voyage inward upon the ship of the self as a much as a material journey. Percussion and organ back Sharron’s vocals, re-inforced from time to time by viola, cello and piano, periods of calm interspersed with the deeper swells of stormy weather. The organ goes off-kilter at some point, suggesting that we are drifting from our course, but brass is re-introduced towards the end to wake everyone up again and steer us true with a full, swaying singalong shanty.

Berliner Luft is an instrumental starting off with bassoon and clarinet outlining its jagged melody. It sounds very Zappa-ish (via Stravinsky), and the title is perhaps a nod to Frank’s Holiday in Berlin from the Mothers’ Burnt Weenie Sandwich LP (a track which follows on from Igor’s Boogie, his tribute to Stravinsky). The xylophone echoes the playing of Ruth Underwood on some of Zappa’s 70s records, One Size Fits All in particular. This piece has a new sound, too, with a synthesiser adding an electronic element to the Orchestra’s previously predominantly acoustic palette. As it develops, the Zappa comparisons fade away, with emotive strings introducing a British pastoral element in the manner of George Butterworth or Vaughan Williams. Chimes at the end of the track lead us directly into Morpheus Dream, another instrumental which refers back to musical themes from Morpheus Miracle Maker. Here, a reverb enlarged cello entwines its melody above and below a string drone. Chimes and cowbells at the end once more lead us straight into the next track, making this something of a mini three piece suite. The Earth Beneath Our Feet is a song of disembodied flight in which Sharron’s yearning vocals are backed largely by the strings of guitar, cello and viola. The arrangement draws great emotional power from allowing these instruments to drop out at an appropriate moment, leaving the voice accompanied only by percussion, before building up once more. Ring Moonlets is a joyful instrumental, its silvery melody played on gliding synth, haloed with glittering celeste, an organ drone suggesting the earth passing by below. When Things Fall Apart (a Yeats reference?) furthers the astronomical metaphor, with comet tails, moon valleys and ‘the beautiful endless night’. There are some magical harmonic shifts here of the kind at which the Orchestra are particularly adept. Initially a duet between Ben Davies’ piano and Sharron Fortnam’s self-harmonising vocals, the introduction of cello and viola colours the song with a Delius or Debussy style pantheistic romanticism. Finally, we go out on the joyous surge of Mitte der Welt, whose German title alludes to its Krautrock (or, perhaps more appropriately in this context, kosmische musik) feel, with the gently driving organ, synthesiser and percussion conjuring up the spirit of Cluster and Harmonia. All the instrumental forces join in to bring the album to a rousing conclusion.

The Advisory Circle’s (aka Jon Brooks’) As The Crow Flies, on Ghost Box Records, is graced by a wonderful Julian House cover design. The album opens with a audio cut up, radio pips interrupted by the slightly ill-tuned voice of the imaginary government body which gives Brooks’ project its name announcing itself and declaring, with a mixture of reassurance and authoritarianism, ‘we make the decisions – so that you don’t have to’. The first piece proper, Now Ends the Beginning, times us in with some descending chimes, which are juxtaposed with overlapping, descending melodic lines, the whole giving the hypnotic feel of a tune being set in permanent, circling motion, winding up and down again and again. Of all the Ghost Box artists, Brooks has the greatest ear for melody, and this is immediately evident on Here! In the Wychwoods, in which the songlike lines unwind over a shimmering chordal background. The synth sounds on this LP are redolent of the mid-to late 70s and even early 80s period. The Radiophonic Workshop perhaps inevitably comes to mind, but in the form of composers like Paddy Kingsland and Peter Howell rather than the usual suspects, Delia Derbyshire and John Baker. The whistling, flute like sounds on this track and Innocence Elsewhere remind me of the soundtracks to the late Tom Baker and early Peter Davison Doctor Whos – stories such as The Keeper or Traken, Logopolis and Castrovalva, with music produced by Roger Limb and Peter Howell. Paddy Kingsland’s theme for The Changes is also a touchstone, finding echoes in Everyday Hazards and Modern Through Movement. As ever, imaginary 70s TV programmes flicker into being in the minds eye. There is a lovely set of screenshots for invented programmes inside, all of which share the common element of a rising or falling disc of sun or moon, and thus appear to form some kind of pagan televisual continuum. The frames from As The Crow Flies in particular evoke a mystically minded archaeology programme presented by a wild-haired professor with a bagful of eccentric theories on the real meaning of Neolithic burial sites. After the lift off provided by a reverb enhanced clarinet glissando, we follow the crow’s flight on the wings of a Neu-ish synth riff. The crow isn’t the only bird with magical associations appearing on the album. Learning Owl Reappears begins with an authoritative BBC-style voice explaining to us why our assumption that the traditional twit-twoo is the tawny owl’s song is wrong. The ensuing music gives us a moonlit melody against which we can picture silent forms gliding through pine forests. It all ends with a little upward gliding arpeggio, suggesting a graceful landing for a branch roost. TV music of a different stripe is conjured with Ceridwen, in which the carefully picked, waltz-timed guitar chords with synthesiser backing evoke a mildly psychedelicized version of Freddie Phillips’ music for Trumpton, Chigley and Camberwick Green (no Brian Cant vocals, though – maybe some other time).

Brooks dedicates a track to his friend Trish Keenan, who passed away at the start of the year. The Patchwork Explains has a haunted but uplifting atmosphere, lighter than air scales ascending heavenward over gently propulsive Kraftwerky rhythms. He could equally have dedicated We Cleanse This Space to her. It evokes an East European fairy tale film with its percussive, pattering Arabic drum, flutes and chanting children echoing in the acoustic of what sounds like a large cave (or one of Pauline Oliveros’ underground water cisterns), and a final, closing of the storybook line: ‘and they were afraid no more’. There is a new age shimmer to some of these tracks, in particular Innocence Elsewhere, with its wind chime stardust and synth wash chords and pure-toned whistle sounds. It all goes a little off at the end, however, with the sound of a frog or toad croaking to remove any crystal-gazing associations. Unforgotten Path, too, with its background wave or wind susurrations , gently struck chimes and whistling synth lines has the sound of one of the tapes you used to find in new age shops from Totnes to Glastonbury, probably with subliminal messages telling you that you were at one with everything and everyone. Brooks has a great ability to produce melodies of affecting melancholia, too, which dig deep into the wells of yearning nostalgia for times past, as evidenced in Beyond the Wychelm. With an underlying bed of a Steve Reich, Different Trains pulse and echoing mandolin-style chords, the portamento-slurred notes of the gossamer tune weightlessly drift and settle down. A tune for the bitter sweet atmospheres of late summer. The turning of the Wheel of the Year is suggested by a repetitive, sequenced arpeggio in a slightly less demonstrative and upfront Tangerine Dream style, with the melody played on what sounds like a monophonic synth, each metallic, spring-like note carefully and singularly picked out. The final track, Lonely Signalman, takes its opening quote from the 1982 British Rail film Sam The Signalman, which can be found on the bfi dvd The Age of the Train (volume 7 in its British Transport Films Collection). It’s in the Devon library system if you’re curious and happen to live down this way. Sam, played by Frank Middlemass in typically avuncular style, tells young children how to avoid certain death by observing a few rules at the level crossing. On the bfi discs, this comes shortly after Peter Purves has put on his serious voice to show children how messing about on railway lines to impress your mates can leave you hideously maimed for life, and a disastrous sports day taking place by a railway cutting and tunnel has demonstrated just what would have happened to that wounded runner had Jenny Agutter not waved her pants at an approaching train to stop it in The Railway Children. This is another one of Brook’s melancholy tunes, and its mood is enhanced by wistfully vocodered vocals repeating that ‘signalman lives all alone’. This inevitably brings to mind the classic BBC ghost story adaptation of Charles Dickens’ The Signalman, and this track could provide the theme to a modern (circa early 80s) updating, with DMUs rather than steam engines. A final discordant downward strum inside a piano provides a sudden and sinister ending. Has the loneliness got too much for Sam? Did he see something which he wished he hadn’t? The Advisory Circle leave us with one final message before we end this excellent album, and I offer it to you, too: ‘Look after yourselves – mind how you go’.