By Madeline Bocaro
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We have found the missing link between Sparks and Alvin & the Chipmunks! To some, the two groups are considered the most annoying of all time, but that’s not it. ‘Come On-A My House’ was co-written by the man – and the actual voice – behind the vermin vocalists, Ross Bagdasarian (a.k.a. David Seville). But whereas the glamourized rats achieved vocal perfection through tape speed manipulation, Russell Mael did it all on his own, skillfully speeding his way through his brother Ron’s complex compositions. ‘Come On-A My House’ became a huge mainstream hit for Rosemary Clooney on Columbia Records in 1951 and became an unexpected classic. The melody, based on an Armenian folk tune, soon became a highly popular novelty song. Ms. Clooney kept it in her repertoire right up until her passing in 2002. An ultra modern 2001 Motiv 8 club mix of ‘Come On-A My House’ by Pop Country star K.T. Oslin was a hot dance track favored by DJs all over the world. What Sparks favored – and jumbled – was the song’s title.
Although the Kimono My House album does not have a title track, we somehow get the feeling that the door to the Mael house is wide open. A strange party is going on inside, at which you are an honored and privileged guest. There is music playing but nobody can dance to it. There is an abundance of delicacies and lots of mingling celebrities, including Albert Einstein and his theorizing relatives. The family pets are all running for cover, confused by the high-pitched sounds.
You hesitate to go inside, but you are transfixed by the haunting, echoing
keyboard intro to ‘This Town Ain’t Big Enough for Both of Us’…
and it ain’t YOU who’s gonna leave!
As you pass through the enormous golden door of the Mael mansion and stand in the ornate entranceway, the beauty of Russell’s voice mesmerizes as you try in vain to decipher the words, and wonder what language he is actually speaking. The doorman knows three languages including Esperanto, but he is speechless. As ‘This Town…’ begins, You are as relieved to find a lyric sheet inside as a drowning man is to find a raft, and ten years later when you’ve turned twenty-five you realize what it all means. Walter Mitty, eat your heart out! Scenarios include stampeding zoo animals, aerial combat, cannibals, and the terrors of pursuing women. The uneven tempos, bombastic bass and cinematic punctuating gunshots might classify ‘This Town…” as the very first three-minute opera.
The party rages on. In the dimly lit pillow-laden paneled den of the Mael house we find several fumbling young couples. Every boy could easily relate to Sparks’ manual of teenage sexploits, ‘Amateur Hour’. The song was Sparks’ second hit single. Just when you thought that Russell couldn’t possibly sing any higher, the final chorus takes it up an octave!
“It’s a lot like playing the violin
You can not start out and be Yehudi Menuhin”
The master bedroom is completely mirrored, and here we find Russell romantically singing to himself. ‘Falling in Love with Myself Again’ could possibly be the first rock waltz.
“I bring home the bacon and eat it myself
Here’s to my health…”
This narcissistic little ditty with its sinister organ intro is quite catchy when it switches from minor to major keys without warning. The bass and guitar interplay is stunning, as is the a cappella vocal by Russell during the middle eight.
Ron Mael: “The song is about the tendency of people to fall in love with people who look a lot like themselves – an idealistic vision of themselves. How many times have I fallen in love with myself? Quite honestly, I never liked myself. I’m not my type.” While consulting the lyric sheet again, you discover that the reverse of the inner sleeve has a wonderful photo of the brothers in a spotlight, similar to the one on the back cover!
On ‘Here In Heaven’ Russell portrays a deceived Shakespearean hero. This song is a perfect blend of comedy and tragedy. Juliet tricks Romeo into a suicide pact, in which he goes first. He probably just misunderstood her Olde English! Looking on the bright side Romeo muses in Heaven, amongst the many, many sheep, “Basically, I guess it could be worse.” This song has another gorgeous vocal performance during which you can clearly envision Russell’s Adam’s apple doing aerobics. The production somehow evokes the sound of an entire orchestra.
‘Thank God It’s Not Christmas’ sounds orchestral at times as well. It is the soundtrack for our dejected singer, wandering through the hallways amongst the laughing and drinking guests, constantly looking for distractions to his monotonous life. Christmas must be a bummer for some, and where most yuletide songs celebrate the holiday, here is one that most certainly does not. Ron has somewhat of a one-note keyboard solo here, refreshing in its simplicity, when the few piano stars in rock at the time were running rampant like those in Emerson Lake & Palmer and Yes. Unfortunately, no one could put a stop to those mega bands for several years. The song ends with a dramatic, resonating bang of a gong, rendering it pure theatre.
Language barriers are the subject on ‘Hasta Mañana, Monsieur’. Again, the lyric sheet assists while Russell mixes up his Spanish and French in speedy English, trying to romance a German girl out on the vast green lawn. This song contains what is quite possibly the world’s worst pick-up line, ‘Kimono my house mon amour’’. Dinky Diamond plays Spanish castanets, and the melody sounds somewhat Germanic. Russell Mael: “Dedicated to the Berlitz School of Languages, where we tried to combine two languages in one song. It’s about communication failures. A song to practice foreign languages, I suppose.”
Ron Mael: “Living and working on ‘that’ side of the world (England) saw a rapid continentalization of our lives…a guy’s confusion over how to communicate with a girl who speaks a foreign tongue, yet not knowing exactly which tongue that might be. Kind of like being a cashier at Harrods.”
At poolside, we find young Einstein’s relatives expounding upon his upbringing in ‘Talent Is An Asset’. The bass line rocks, and the tune won’t leave your head for weeks! Glam-style handclaps make this one a real foot-stomper. It was the chosen single release in America. A brilliant couplet is contained herein:
“Talent is relative, that’s hypothetical / We are his relatives, (that’s parenthetical)
‘Complaints’ has a killer guitar fade-out that you almost wish went on forever. But what were you thinking?! The beauty of these brief and concise pop masterpieces is that there are no long and boring instrumental solos! As the master Ron Mael said about composition at the time, “When a solo soon will grate, modulate.”
On the Mael patio, adorned with marble statues depicting characters from Citizen Kane, Russell contemplates his heritage. ‘In My Family’ contains the brilliant line, “Gonna hang myself from my family tree.” He’s probably angry with brother Ron for writing such difficult melodies for him to sing!
You simply can’t follow ‘Equator’ so it closes the album. This is the closest Russell has come to singing the blues. The saxophone (actually a mellotron), which he is seemingly battling with, is clearly losing the fight. Certainly his date was waiting for him at the Equator. He just didn’t walk around far enough to meet her! This is the song you put on when a friend has overstayed his welcome. It clears a room within two minutes, guaranteed. Coincidentally, the Maels’ party seems to be breaking up just about now, as Ron fetches everyone’s coats. He hasn’t much else to do now while Russell is left contending with the horrific horn. Nobody has ever been tempted, nor dared to cover this song, and nobody should ever try.
Then it’s back to side one for another insatiable listen. This perfect, structurally sound ten-song opus of style, speed and melody is the definitive Michelin Guide to Britpop, beautifully executed by two American brothers with a British band. Kimono My House is a unique musical monument, which wrote the blueprints for future generations. It resonates to this day.
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