MEDIA: Reviews: Born
Q magazine:
**** stars (out of *****)
John Aizlewood - June 1998, issue no. 141
At one point, it seemed as if the world would shortly belong to Hothouse
Flowers. Indeed, their knack for retaining the intimate and gentle in
widescreen songs was unsurpassed. Then, singer Liam O'Maonlai, at least, gave
the impression he had other - more important but unspecified - things on his
mind. Now, they're back and they've shed drummer Jerry Fehily and worldly
saxophonist Leo Barnes, whom Born missed terribly. It's an odd affair. They try
to be funky on Find The Time and a Hothouse Flowers song entitled Turn Up The
Reverb suggests things are not as they were. They can do grunge-lite, but there
hasn't been a more self-conscious song this year. They're too gifted not to
turn out excellent albums and At Last, with O'Maonlai wailing "shed your
innocence" against an orchestra hammering Pachelbel's Canon in D Major is
glorious, likewise Learning To Walk, Born itself and the oddly vocalled Pop
Song. Spooky but classy.
The Guardian newspaper: **** stars (out of *****)
Caroline Sullivan - 22 May 1998
It's five years since these Irish rocksters, now reduced to a trio fronted by
longtime wailer Liam O'Maonlai, last reared their earnest heads. The break has
done them good, instilling fresh energy into their widescreen anthems and
persuading them to lighten up a bit. The title track is probably the
sprightliest thing they've ever done, its bassline blithely lifted from T-Rex's
Get It On. Contrastingly, Pop Song is almost gospel with its reach-for-the-sky
lyric ("The universe waits to be duly fed", whatever that means). Lyrics aren't
their strong suit, consisting mostly of existential ramblings, but they're easy
to ignore in the general maelstrom of guitars and the sheer scale of
O'Maonlai's voice. Considering the heavy-duty ingredients that went into it,
this should be a terrible, bombastic affair, but somehow it's not.
Timeout magazine
Tim Arthur - 3-10 June 1998
Who could forget the glorious summers of '87 and '88? All my friends were still at their physical peak, boredom and disillusionment hadn't set in and the worst
thing we had to worry about were the impending 'A' levels. We drank wine for
the first time, had sex outdoors and listened to 'Don't Go' until our ears bled.
This was the anthem of all happy hippies. We all talked about peace, love and
the stars and thought the Flowers would always be there for us, always be the
soundtrack to our lives. These lives we presumed would be carefree, jobless
existences where money fell from the skies and rivers ran with Blue Nun.
But then came 'Home' in 1990 and life got harder, and by the time 'Songs From
The Rain' arrived in '93 we were all a little bit fatter and a little worn down
by life, college was over, it was time to grow up and the Flowers disappeared.
Five years down the line and the Flowers are back with 'Born'. It's a great
comeback. Liam's cut his hair - so have most of us - and the music's rockier,
more dance-y and a bit U2-ish. It's exciting, mature stuff. What's more, it's
here in time for summer! They've grown up, we've grown up, but this album
reminds us that there's still a fair way to go before we cark it. For you
youngsters, it's time for you to start your own Flowers cycle. Thanks guys,
nice to have you back.
Irish Times
Joe Jackson - 5 June 1998
The music of Hothouse Flowers was always about celebration. From the
beginning, when Liam and Fiachna were little more than kids busking as
The Benzini Brothers, right up to this album. However, now, most of the
"flowers" are fathers themselves, have come through broken marriages or
busted long-term relationships, embittering experiences in the music
business and near collapse as a band. All these dynamics fuel songs like
Turn Up The Reverb, Pop Song and Used To Call It Love. Liam is
vocalising better than ever, when he isn't trying too hard to be a rock
singer, and Fiachna and Peter are playing with the kind of passion that
sounds as if they fear each recording may be their last. A "comeback"
album? No. A "coming-of-age" album. Their best work to date.
Sunday Times
Tony Clayton-Lea - 7 June 1998
Hothouse Flowers' first album since 1993's Songs from the Rain confirms
the accusations that have been pointed at them since their inception:
Don't Go notwithstanding, they have as much pop sensibility as a pack of
barking German Shepherds. While some had hoped that their five-year
sojourn would last slightly longer, it seems that the band-now a trio-
are back to remind us why we didn't like them that much in the first
place.
In fairness, there are several decent songs. The title track, You Can
Love Me Now, At Last and Find the Time are well-formed white soul/pop.
Turn Up the Reverb and I Believe are real stinkers. The remainder are so
ordinary that it is difficult to believe they would have seen the light
of day if it was not for Hothouse Flowers' extremely good album track
record. Ho Hum.
Flowered Up?: 5 out of 12 (on the Hot Press dice)
Jackie Hayden - Hot Press magazine, 24 June 1998
Here we have two Irish acts [the other act was Dolores Keane - review not
included here] endeavouring to re-establish themselves after absences from the
frontline, to wit a reformed and slimmed-down Hothouse Flowers, and Dolores
Keane reaching back to her trad roots. The Flowers have been rightly lauded for
their soulful live gigs and castigated for the paucity of their own material,
the classic 'Don't Go' notwithstanding. But, apart from the noisier guitars and
less prominent keyboards, it's generally business as before. Liam gives it his
all on a bunch of songs mostly devoid of drama and which rarely climb above the
average, with the possible exceptions of 'Pop Song', 'At Last' and the recent
single "You Can Love Me Now'. The latter is a feisty guitar-driven track and it
opens the score in triumphant style a la Waterboys. It promises much, but little
that follows would justify many plaudits although 'Turn Up the Reverb' should
please Ocean Colour Scene fans. 'Forever More' is like mid-period U2 segueing
into The Stones; 'Used To Call It Love' is yet more U2-lite; and 'At Last'
builds on a hypnotic string figure based (uncredited) on Paschelbel's Canon.
It's a fine commercial ballad that wouldn't go amiss as a Boyzone single. 'I
Believe' is probably the most intriguing track, with atmospheric percussion
and guitars underpinning Liam's warm vocals. Don't get me wrong, Born is never
so lame that it shouldn't have been conceived, but it generally sounds so
uninspired and unadventurous that you wish better precautions had been taken
around the gestation period....
The War Against
Silence
review by Glenn McDonald - 2 July 1998
The stylistic journey from Neil Finn's exquisite composure [this review
followed a review of Neil Finn's "Try Whistling This"] to Hothouse Flowers'
post-U2/Waterboys atmospheric anthems requires that you squeeze your eyes shut
and dash across the space between quiet empathy and expansive open-heartedness,
muttering "There is a bridge here, there is a bridge
here", but once you reach the other side, you'll find that the emotional
terrain, at least, is strikingly familiar. Neil's uncanny sensitivity, it
seems to me, is for the way in which the slightest hesitation reveals a
reservoir of moral resolve that perhaps even the possessor didn't previously
know about; Liam O'Maonlai (who was the "L" in ALT, the "T"
being Tim Finn, so at least the personnel connections are easy), by comparison,
is a preacher, perhaps the one who comes in after Neil has found the opening,
and draws the soul out through it. If Neil's songs whisper that you are bigger
than your pain, in a voice that could be your own neglected conscience, Hothouse
Flowers' howl at you like the coach of a Zen monastery's basketball team,
incensed that you ever contemplated surrender, but these are ways of expressing
the same belief in your potential.
Songs From the Rain, the previous Hothouse Flowers album (1993; it's
been a while), served a thankless substitute's role in my musical life, as it
sounded exactly like the album I wanted the Waterboys to make, before Mike
Scott's solo wanderings took him off the path charted by The Waterboys
and A Pagan Place. They thanked Scott in the album's liner notes, so I
assume I wasn't the only one to note the resemblance, but it rendered my
experience of the album inescapably nonsensical. I put off buying the older
albums, usually my first reaction to liking anything, because in the context
I'd imposed on Songs From the Rain, I couldn't see any way they'd avoid
being either a disappointment or a distraction. In the interim, though, Mike
Scott himself made another record I liked, and I hoped that somehow this would
serve as an expectations reset, so that a new Hothouse Flowers album could
exist on its own terms. What I didn't account for, though, is all the
other half-abandoned things Born would strike me as an extension
of. The bouncy, clattering "Turn Up the Reverb" is precisely what I
thought the new Simple Minds album was going to sound like. The giddy,
near-gospel marriage paean "Forever More" sounds like a conflation of
unmaterialized futures borrowed from the Proclaimers, Del Amitri, the Call and
the Rolling Stones. The pulsing, growling "Born", which could easily
have been the theme song to The Truman Show, reminds me at once of Gary
Numan, Mike Peters and Steve Miller, though it's hard to imagine than an actual
collaboration between those three would sound this natural. "Pop Song"
is the kind of thing the Primitive Radio Gods album would have had to be filled
with to live up to "Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth With Money in My
Hand". "Used to Call It Love" is how U2 might have turned out if
they'd kept making albums like War, instead of changing styles just when
they learned to play well enough to do the old one justice. "At
Last" could be a Scott Walker song if he'd tempered his Jacques Brel
fascination with a little more Lou Reed, but refused to part with the Walker
Brothers' soaring string arrangements. "Find the Time" is like a
Blue Nile song slyly remixed by Pizzicato Five. "I Believe" reminds
me of the Call again, though circa Red Moon, not the cinematic era of
the obvious lyrical referent, "I Still Believe". And the wheezy,
lurching vocal delivery of "Learning to Walk" is right out of Mike
Scott's book.
But nearly everything can be expressed in the units of something else, and each
time I listen to this album it makes more sense to me on its own. Each time
through, "You Can Love Me Now", the opening track, which has
components of every other song but somehow escapes reminding me of anything,
exerts its influence more assertively, suggesting that the other songs, too,
have independent identities, if I feel like looking at them, instead of
around them. The drum programming is an intriguing adaptation to the departure
of Songs From the Rain drummer Jerry Fehily, and the absence of
saxophonist/organ-player Leo Barnes also helps explains the drift away from
Celtic naturalism. Plenty has happened in music since 1993, and while it would
have been impressive if Hothouse Flowers had been able to hold their ground
against the currents, I think it's even more impressive that they've managed to
make slow, orderly progress in the face of abundant overblown chaos.