Jazz? Avant garde? Lounge music? Santana style riffs? Cheese? Huh?! Ok, so on first impression you can allow yourself to wonder just what
The Film Noir is, and of course cheese is a modern wonder up there with electricity, fire and the Sega Mega Drive.
I know, it seems I’m not being entirely serious (although I was about the cheese and Mega Drive). There is a point to my ramblings though, and it’s not alcoholism. No, it’s that at first The Film Noir doesn’t actually seem to make all that much sense, seemingly constructed of mismatched styles with some rather baffling lyrics. Of course it would be lazy to just listen to this EP from Owen Franklin once, and upon giving it more than just a cursory play through, I ‘got it’.
The Film Noir is comprised of three tunes, incorporating the aforementioned styles with some brilliant and often amusing lyrics. Underneath everything there runs a seam of things being ever so slightly unhinged, threatening to come apart at any time, yet it never does. And nor should it. Opening track’ Danse Macabre’ brings to mind a smoky bar with just a hint of grimy and seedy goings on. It opens with a delightfully old sounding piano, the sort you’d expect to find in a wild west tavern, before the more modern influences of jazz and lounge styles kick in. Sprinkled liberally throughout are some great guitar riffs, and the lyrics are purposely ambiguous, with Owen Franklin basically asking the listener to decide for themselves what they mean.
The 2nd track, ‘Teetotal’ is a tune all about someone considering becoming teetotal. Clearly. The lyrics are the real strength of this track, with some fantastic comical lines, such as;
“And now it’s the morning and my, my stomach is sick
I spent all my money and I feel like a prick!
I went on a bender and now Jesus, I’m feeling unwell
My stomach churns like a blender and my head is going through hell”
Something I’m sure we can all relate to! The lovely piano refrains that punctuate the tune really add to the sense of melancholy that permeate throughout, although it still maintains it’s wonderful sense of humour.
The EP is rounded out my final track ‘Going Home’. It’s fair to say that any humour left over from the previous track evaporates as soon as your hear the lyrics, and more specifically the delivery of them. Wreathed in pain and hurt, they are delivered desperately over single piano keys. It’s powerful stuff despite it’s minimalism; in fact even more so because of it. The track really takes off with an utterly immense guitar riff and a change up in gears, and suddenly mournful becomes downright joyous. However lurking in the back of all this is what the lyrics actually mean. Give it a listen and decide for yourself, but suffice to say they’re pretty dark.
So there you go. A charming and brilliant EP from a very talented young artists (he does everything on the album from the singing to all the instruments). It may not be an immediately accessible ‘hit’, but a good listen will yield constant rewards. This is dazzlingly unique and refreshingly different, and certainly deserves a lot of attention. It’s up to you to give it that.
www.owenfranklinmusic.com
Stuart Manson