The Go-Betweens

Spring Hill Fair(Sire 1984)

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In my younger years, I was wrong about a lot more than I am today. However, I can easily imagine a similar judgement from a cranky bastard who looks incredibly like myself in ten years. It’s just that I have been so misguided in my first impressions of bands. I thought Spacemen 3’s Perfect Prescription was a load of hippie bullshit and that Dolly Parton was funny in 9 to 5, but who in the hell wants to listen to that hokey bullshit? Years later, I cannot imagine life without Dolly’s tales of bargain stores and multi-colored coats. A similar situation occurred when I first heard Spring Hill Fair.

Countless cronies had talked them up a storm over the years, but they just seemed so monotonous and dour. Neither vocalist seemed too excited by thought of life and there weren’t many hooks or melodies to my ears. Never gave ’em a whit of thought until a chance encounter with a fellow traveler bearing Spring Hill Fair. Maybe life dealt me a few too many dour moments since its cynicism and broken spirit seemed more approachable now.

Spring Hill Fair is devoted to slowly decaying affairs, broken promises the consequences of decisions not made. It’s a bit like a poor bloke in the throes of his own version of the Stations of the Cross. Each song piles yet another indignity upon our poor protagonist as mortgages, age, domesticity and accumulated slights weigh heavily upon him.  Now, Spring Hill Fair isn’t all piss and vinegar. Our hero also may be the most sentimental record about humiliation ever recorded. It’s almost an ode to falling out of love as Forster and McClennan vie to see who can take the most pleasure from being hurt.

Therefore, it’s only fitting that a B-Side on the bonus disc tackles the plight of the courtesan. An educated, beautiful devotee to their love who perpetually shuns them in favor of less worthy souls. All of Spring Hill Fair’s lovable losers kind of remind me of courtesans in training. All of them enthusiastically take their lumps and stoke the fires of love while the object of their affections kick dirt upon the flames. Highly recommended for moments of masochism.