Julian Lennon had his brief moment of pop stardom, then seemed to disappear.
But in truth he never went away but has continued in relative obscurity, crafting the kind of music that evokes his father’s work, both solo and with a certain foursome.
Check out the gorgeous lament “Saltwater” for proof that Johnny’s son was and is a valid artist in his own “write”.
Guster have gone for an 80’s nostalgia feel on their 2019 Look Alive album, and “Overexcited”, presented here in it’s non-LP extended version, evokes that British cheek and spirit of bands like Madness.
The lyric video will fill you in on the hilarious bantery bits.
Though dubbed Auckland, New Zealand’s smartass retort to Sum 41 by Allmusic, Steriogram are so much more. On their second album, the David Kahne-produced Schmack, the band combine pop punk with Beastie Boys-style white boy rap, Nirvanaesque riffage, Weezer’s gawky sense of humor, and classic rock reference all to glorious effect.
Tyson Kennedy’s snark rap vocals play against Brad Carter, who carries the chorus melody on “Walkie Talkie Man”, and it’s all pinned on a mighty Kinks-inspired riff and an exuberance that schmacks of too many energy drinks.
I recommend reading along to this one.
Well you’re walkin and a talkin And a movin and a groovin And a hippin and a hoppin And a pickin and a boppin Those bods are being bad You better take a stand You gonna wake up that thing in your hand You’re looking all around There is trouble to be found Make sure when you find it you get to say it loud Gotta code three Need back up Bring me my bright pink fluro jacket
He’s fat and he don’t run too fast (Well you’re walkin and a talkin) But he’s faster than me (You’re my walkie talkie man) Last night at the show we saw him (Well you’re walkin and a talkin) Going out of his tree (Go Go Go Go)
Well you’re walkin and a talkin And a freakin and a yellin And a bossin and a speakin And a lookin and a pointin Always tell us what to do With your high top shoes And you wave your torch With your black short shorts Don’t let em get away Don’t think they can play Nail ’em to the wall Cause you really need to say Gotta code three Need back up Bring me My bright pink fluro jacket
He’s fat and he don’t run too fast (Well you’re walkin and a talkin) But he’s faster than me (You’re my walkie talkie man) Last night at the show we saw him (Well you’re walkin and a talkin) Going out of his tree (just the drums!)
He’s fat and he don’t run too fast But he’s faster than me Last night at the show we saw him Going out of his tree
He’s fat and he don’t run too fast But he’s faster than me Last night at the show we saw him Going out of his tree He’s a walkie talkie man!
Well you’re walkin and a talkin And a movin and a groovin And a hippin and a hoppin And a pickin and a boppin Those bods are being bad You better take a stand You gonna wake up that thing in your hand You’re looking all around There is trouble to be found Make sure when you find it you get to say it loud Gotta code three Need back up Bring me My bright pink fluro jacket
The Grammy-nominated video is pretty yarn good, too:
LP is Laura Pergolizzi, who has written for Rihanna, Backstreet Boys, Cher, Rita Ora and Christina Aguilera among others. “Lost on You” was a platinum-selling single in Italy, France, Greece, Poland, and Switzerland. It also topped the charts in Israel, Turkey, Romania and Serbia, yet it somehow missed the top 40 in the US.
(Here we go)
When you get older, plainer, saner When you remember all the danger we came from Burning like embers, falling, tender Long before the days of no surrender Years ago and well you know
Smoke ’em if you got ’em ‘Cause it’s going down All I ever wanted was you I’ll never get to heaven ‘Cause I don’t know how
Let’s raise a glass or two To all the things I’ve lost on you Oh oh Tell me are they lost on you? Oh oh Just that you could cut me loose Oh oh After everything I’ve lost on you Is that lost on you? Oh oh Is that lost on you? Oh oh Baby, is that lost on you? Is that lost on you?
Wishing I could see the machinations Understand the toil of expectations in your mind Hold me like you never lost your patience Tell me that you love me more than hate me all the time And you’re still mine
So smoke ’em if you’ve got ’em ‘Cause it’s going down All I ever wanted was you Let’s take a drink of heaven This can turn around
Let’s raise a glass or two To all the things I’ve lost on you Oh oh Tell me are they lost on you? Oh oh Just that you could cut me loose Oh oh After everything I’ve lost on you Is that lost on you? Oh oh Is that lost on you? Oh oh, oh oh Baby, is that lost on you? Is that lost on you?
Let’s raise a glass or two To all the things I’ve lost on you Oh oh Tell me are they lost on you? Oh oh Just that you cold cut me loose Oh oh After everything I’ve lost on you Is that lost on you? Is that lost on you?