The rewards remain timeless: every home should have one....
The La's - The La's
1988 to 1990, these were without doubt a great couple of years for music when I was a teenager. It seemed I was at the right age in the right time frame when everything seemed fresh and vital. The listening pleasure was fast and furious, soaking music up like a sponge, as albums old and new hankered for space in my shelves. It was almost like the records themselves were alive in my head continually vying for attention, there often didn't seem enough hours in the day and listening sessions would go well into the early hours.
The year 1990, for instance, among some of the new albums I still remember vividly were The Pixies - Bossanova, World Party - Goodbye Jumbo, Pale Saints - The Comfort Of Madness, Happy Mondays - Pills 'n' Thrills and Bellyaches, Mazzy Star - She Hangs Brightly, Sonic Youth - Goo, The Shaman - En-Tact, Ride - Nowhere, Inspiral Carpets - Life, Cocteau Twins - Heaven or Las Vegas, Neil Young & Crazy Horse - Ragged Glory, Dee-Lite - World Clique, Galaxie 500 - This is Our Music, The House of Love - The House Of Love. However one album released in that year seemed to particularly carve out a deeper vein in my subconscious and has remained ever since, The La's
self titled debut.
My first acquaintance with The La's was on a television program called The Chart Show, I think it was, on a Saturday morning repeat showing, (before Saint & Greavsie's inaugural lunchtime football show which afterwards signaled it was time to wake up, get ready and go 'down the town') I heard it first over a family conversation in the living room, it made me instantly shut the hell up and pay attention, turning toward the screen to a music video of alleyways and some primeval grit which stood out from the rest. It was 'There She Goes' before it had become the global commercial radio friendly smash which we hear today everywhere from Bangladesh to Birkenhead. It alerted me then that something was afoot and it was soon to kick ass.
We all know 'There She Goes' is one of those instant classics, played many times everyday around the world, you may have recently heard it in the car radio recently or whilst flicking through stations whilst working from home during Lockdown. However when's the last time you really listened to it in isolation properly. Letting the power of its simple genius (ala akin to The Beatles finest moments) to once again be blown away and absorb it deep under your skin. It's a total credit to the song that it never becomes tiresome no matter how many times its heard or repeated on the radio.
The album at a mere 35 minutes and 14 seconds in length, The La's irresistible nuggets don't outstay their welcome and say everything there is to say concisely and emotively. Son of A Gun at 1.55, Feelin at 1.45 in fact Timeless Melody itself only exceeds 3 minutes in length by one second! These are songs of necessity that have the feeling of just having to be sung naturally for the sake of the songwriter himself. Each Song has a way of revving you up for the magnificent closure of Looking Glass, at nearly 8 mins it draws you into a meditative and soothing state of mind, healing over the course of its simple refrains, classic homespun psychedelia at its finest. weaving a spell, it seems like its referencing the album as a whole and what has come to pass. I wasn't fortunate enough to catch the band live but I like to think the song was a great crowd pleasing final to any gig and would extend its 8 mins to however long felt right on that particular night.
"Tell me where I'm going...
Tell me where I'm bound...
Turn the pages over
Turn the world around"
(Looking Glass by The La's)
Imagine if you will a 22 year old Lee Mavers writing this song on his 22nd Birthday, sitting in his own space working out the chords but being in a moment of complete unawareness of his surroundings but at the same time being blissfully 'in the moment'. It's this charming innocence and honesty that partly elevates this and the whole album up a notch and provided a benchmark of an album that continues to enhance the legacy of what had come 'way before ' with Buddy Holly, Eddie Cochran and 'Merseybeat' and 'a bit before' with The Smiths, Echo and the Bunnymen, Jesus and Mary Chain and The Teardrop Explodes and elevate 'guitar bands' into the mainstream ' going forward' with the likes of Oasis and 'continuing' its deep rooted influences through to the songs of Michael Head and The Coral among many more today.
The album was critically acclaimed and still continues to outsell many albums released from the same era. Hard to comprehend then for many, especially in these times of constant self promotion, that a band could dismiss their very own album. As Lee Mavers explained to Stuart Maconie of the NME at the time of it's release. “I hate it, it's the worst. A pile of shit. There is not one good thing I can find to say about it. I’d say don’t buy it.” However, most of us did; afterall it was the production and overall sound of the record that the band felt aggrieved with, not the songs themselves. This is not as uncommon as we might think however; most famously on the occasion of Paul McCartney himself once giving public grievance to the production of The Long and Winding Road on Let It Be for example. It wasn't the song itself only the drafting in of Phil Spector by John Lennon to produce the track without his input and approval. Again, it was only the production of The La's album that the band felt did not stay true to their creative vision. It's certainly strange to think that 'The Long and Winding Road' ITSELF COULD BE A METAPHOR FOR EVERY SONGWRITER WHO NEVER QUITE CAPTURES THE SOUND IN THEIR HEAD ONTO THE RECORD. SO THE STORY GOES THAT LEE MAVERS HAS RE-RECORDED THE SONGS MANY TIMES OVER AND IS STILL SEARCHING FOR THAT ELUSIVE SOUND. To aptly quote Macca himself then....“I was a bit flipped out and tripped out at that time. It’s a sad song because it’s all about the unattainable; the door you never quite reach. This is the road that you never get to the end of .” (Paul McCartney talking about The Long and Winding Road)
The La's seemingly achieved what every young indie band supposedly wants which is to be recognised for their music, maybe become major artists, 'without the piss or otherwise', becoming popular, making a living whilst keeping their integrity but at the same time being cool and distant ?? Creating something timeless which is remembered and enjoyed fondly forever. Immortality guaranteed as it were. To say the band achieved this with one great album would be in some way only one half of the story, as their growth took seed in the grimy clubs of North West England along seafronts and in murky recording studios as early as 1983, Lee Mavers joined in 1984 as rhythm guitarist and gradually became the principal songwriter setting an early foothold and gaining almost legendary local status before their first single release with a song called Way Out in 1987. It's no surprise then that the people in the know who had followed the band early on, eagerly waited for their debut album. It eventually arrived in 1990 of course and remains the only official album by The La's, although myths and legends still abound and surround long talked about demo's and the songs that were ready for the 'next album'. Or indeed will be.
The album for me above all encapsulates the presence of a mysterious magical quality, only found in certain songs, albums and creative moments when everything just seems to be. More than 30 years ago now as I write it seems utterly telling that the years that have passed in the meantime haven't dulled the bristling energy of these songs. "The eyes are the windows to the soul", so the famous saying goes, well from the hypnotic front cover inward, it's still a true delight.
It's easy to say that you can obviously trace the lineage of The La's back to The Beatles, the best of the 60's and beyond and indeed before; but in doing so maybe miss the stand alone uniqueness of the album as a whole. If you listen intently and without haste you may be able to sense the attic dust, the years of peeling wallpaper, the magic of kicking a beaten up football in a back alley, first loves and family squabbles. Under the surface of the waves, distant sea shanties from days of yore through the harbour side inns and salty clay pipe smoke. An 'Alice In Wonderland' tumble through skies of pure blue and dark hidden corners of teenage angst. All of these and more, wherever the songs happen to take you at whatever moment in time you happen to be in at the time.
The La's - The La's; here's to everyone who has the heart just to embrace it and really feel it. It's maybe not everyone's cup of tea but then not every home has a teapot.
Oh yeah and don't forget the apostrophe!









