
It’s a tough job, to discuss The Vaselines. If you’ve wound up on a website like RetroLowFi, I could easily surmise that you are quite familiar with this group and why they are so gosh danged important, but if I stray from all of the necessary facts for newcomers… well, I’m not really doing my job then.
So here’s what you absolutely must know before we trek on any further: the absolute heart of The Vaselines were a couple named Frances McKee and Eugene Kelly. They were from Glasgow, and they were known for their unabashedly twee ethics and sound. The group released two great EP’s and one staggeringly good LP between 1987 and 1989. Looked like they were gonna fade into “blink and you’ve missed ‘em” obscurity. And then Nirvana covered three of their songs. That’s pretty much why we’re talking about them today. Sure, they were great, but man… if Nirvana hadn’t come along to give their own treatments to “Son Of a Gun”, “Molly’s Lips” and “Jesus Wants Me For A Sunbeam”, there simply wouldn’t have been a receptive audience for the kind of reissue that Sub Pop is affording this release. Twee audiences are small by design, and you can bet your bottom dollar that the average Nirvana listener would have wrinkled their nose up at songs like “Monsterpussy” without the Cobain connection. A sad but true statement, folks.
But hey! Now that we’ve got the quickie history lesson out of the way, we can concentrate on what matters the most: the stupendously fabulous Vaselines albums themselves.
1987’s Son Of a Gun EP really lays the ground work for most of what would come later. Lyrics that didn’t muck about with wasting time. The alternating boy/girl tunes said what they needed to say and then they ended. Maybe the nearly six-minute “You Think You’re A Man” gets a bit grating, but the sublime “Rory Rides Me Raw” and “Son Of A Gun” are brilliant pop compositions that absolutely take your breath away. The same can be said for the entirety of 1988’s Dying For It EP. There’s a graduation afoot here with slightly more complex arrangements and hooks, but the same devil-may-care spirit intertwines with their usual brand of here’s-all-we-are-able-to-do anti-bravado. Few could have predicted that in the span of a year they’d jump from drum-machine laden epics to an all out stomper like “Teenage Superstars”, but it all makes sense when listening to the band in the kind of timeline that the Enter The Vaselines collection offers. Of course, while the fire wasn’t out by the time of 1989’s Dum Dum LP, it does show that the band was capable of wearing thin after an extended dose of their brand of racket. On one hand, you get to experience the group as a full throttle quartet delivering classic singalong gems like “The Day I Was A Horse” and the aforementioned “Mosterpussy”, but you’ll also find yourself in the dregsof the bordering on abysmal tracks “No Hope and “Dying For It (The Blues)”. There’s a little bit of give and take on that final slab of wax, and those Vaselines sure knew it, deciding to call it quits shortly after Dum Dum’s release.
So, you know, this mostly blemish-free discography is collected in full on Enter The Vaselines, brimming over with a bonus disc of bonus demos and tracks culled from sloppy lo-fi live shows. It’s a completists dream for sure, including heretofore unheard tracks like “Red Poppy” and “Rosary Job”. While the early demos sound about as unsure as one might expect, the band sounds absolutely exuberant and playful on the two shows included here, one from their early days as a duo and another being a phenomenally sloppy jaunt by the quartet version of The Vaselines.
Yes, they are too cutesy, and possibly way too precious for the tastes of some listeners, but they are the fucking Vaselines. You’re not gonna be disappointed either way by them, whether you’re just looking for some records to listen to, or you want to see what all of the fuss was about. It’s impossible to truly dislike this band, Cobain connection or not. Dig in and be satisfied for the foreseeable future.
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If you don’t order Enter The Vaselines from Sub Pop, you’re gonna seriously regret it. Come on, Three LPs!