The perfectly, preposterously titled Content to write in I dine Weathercraft
, originally released on Scoff Records in 1983, and revived a couple of years later on Magnet (this time credited to - wait for it - Protagonist 28-Nein), has long been a coveted curio for connoisseurs of Irish post-punk and outre drum-machine-led pop in general. BUT to describe it as a post-punk record would be to do it a massive disservice… there is nothing predictable or genre-bound or even time-bound about it. In terms of ambition, and even execution(!), it feels like the kind of thing a major-label auteur like Bowie, Sylvian or Almond might’ve attempted in their total-control commercial pomp. The songs oscillate between boozy existential balladry in the vein of Marc & The Mambas or maybe Shane McGowan if HE’D gone to Hansa with Eno, snake-hipped punk-funk that splits the difference between Kevin Harrison, Chaz Janckel and Pete Shelley’s ‘Witness The Change’ (but with a hooligan swagger that eluded all except perhaps Pete!), and two phenomenal excursions into hypnotic downer-folk that feel almost PTV/C93-esque- and featuring, wait for it, Michael O’Shea - he of that magical, near-mythical Dome side - on his self-built 17-string zither-like Mo Chara. As if that wasn’t enough, the whole thing is embroidered with haunting interludes of piano and minimal electronics that sound like, what, Deux Filles (?!) It’s almost too perfect… like, did someone make it up. The biggest compliment? It COMPLETELY lives up to its cover art. Gwan Stano!