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Suburban Crimes Of Every Happiness

by The Bitter Springs

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1.
THE RED MIST DESCENDS I wouldn’t want to be your family it’s hard enough being your friend no 3 minute warnings when the red mist descends tear it off at the arms pit and hit me with the damp end treated worse than animals yes they tried the proper channels and I hoped that we would stay friends I hope to stay friends when the red mist descends when the red mist descends I hope to stay friends when the red mist descends we had our chance to do right by each other let’s see the new estates do any better the curse had been lifted I’m not afraid any more you never thought you’d be a child again now they stare at you all day let go of the balloon but it’s you that floats away and I hope that we could stay friends I hope to stay friends until the red mist descends when the red mist descends when the red mist descends I should have known things were bad 40 minutes over starters should have tried a new bed before changing partners she asked did I love her and if I knew what that meant I said it goes without saying she said nothing and went and I hope that we could stay friends I hope to stay friends when the red mist descends when the red mist descends when the red mist descends when the red mist descends so don’t be like angry Arthur let your rage give way to laughter so don’t be like angry Arthur let your rage give way to laughter and now you come to mention it I’ve forgotten what was causing it and I hope that we could stay friends I hope to stay friends when the red mist descends and I hope that we could stay friends I hope to stay friends until the red mist descends when the red mist descends until the red mist descends when the red mist descends watch out.
2.
MUGGERS TAKE A BEATING Muggers take a beating mothers dressed to please him now granddad put your teeth in and try and mate for life I’m hanging out the window I love to watch the grass grow but I have to stem the blood flow would you kill to put it right and the dreams you have it’s never turning out quite so bad and damn that latest fad you can do as you like and the magpies cackle like a seventies football rattle in the pine trees there babies scream where the hell is our slice vigilantes heated meeting you’ll need to bring receipts in the chance will be a fine thing now search for signs of life so the muggers take a beating the lovers scared and stayed in the nurse refused to treat him and now she’ll pay the price I don’t know these guys but I see nothing behind their eyes I refuse to spend my nights in side for the rest of my days you’re blowing like a rustling reed getting caught in the gap between your expectations high and what’s realised muggers take a beating you’ll need to bring receipts in standards fast receding give thanks to Ronan Keating the vigilantes heated meeting lovers scared and stayed in granddad put your teeth in and try and mate for life search for signs of life just try and mate for life.
3.
SHARE YOUR LIFE Mine eyes have seen the glory get that sun off my shoulders they know more than they told us the only beauty aint happiness come to me lay with me stay with me for good this could be anyone but it’s you and me come on come on share your life with me come on come on waste your time with me is it only the sheep that see the ghost of the shepherd weep to those we’re most indebted we shall repay the least and you’ve been given the wrong tablets not the strong tablets too long on the wrong tablets too long this could have been anyone but it’s you you’re like a dog on a lead always pulling to be free always straining hard to see around the bend when you run out of ideas meet me in the east come on come on waste your life with me come on come on share your needle with me (what’s wrong) come on come on spend your time with me come on come on share your life with me with limited intelligence we had to try and prove negligence and the fat drips off your arms you can stop it by not looking too hard when they come to wipe the smile off your face what’ll they put in its place wipe the smile off your face nothing to put in its place this could be anyone don’t say why you come on come on waste your time with me come on come on share your life with me come on come on waste your time with me come on come on share your life with me.
4.
THE BALANCE IN THE COUNTRYSIDE With chemicals to charm us subsidise the farmers selfish people only chanced on birth rights turn off the central heating and use the birch for beating the rabbits heave a melancholy sigh so don’t just take another weekend break there leave the city and the poisoned air to ease the over crowding nation wide I tipped the balance in the countryside la la la la la la la la I tipped the balance in the country side the barn door creaks and you’re stood there and the last dart hangs in mid air and the truth is being stalked by a vicious pack of snarling lies the mp lands his chopper with great care how the hell can you people live here stacked like bottles in a milkman’s crate you want to work towards the great escape and cash your chips at the Halifax and grab a couple of those cagoule Macs why wait until your buggered or retired to sniff the cancer in the country side la la la la la la la la I tipped the balance in the country side angry people have it all to hide angry local no address supplied toured the slums shook hands till numb eyes so bright smile canyon wide toured the slums our city chums bye bye bye bye I wasn’t on a mission to break a bad tradition till I was cornered by a whiter tribe go home you meddling townies f**k off ye Chiswick brownies angry local no address supplied I saved a fox cub from hound dogs mauling we ducked for cover under green tarpaulin I was only trying to help the little guy the implications stretched far and wide la la la la la la la la I tipped the balance in the country side angry people have it all to hide angry local leave them all behind I sat my ego on a Euston train I swore I wont be coming back again till I’d learned to live a simpler life I tipped the balance in the country side spread your cancer cross the countryside the implications stretch far & wide tip the balance in the countryside the infra structure goes over night you wasted half a life sat carving with your knife lousy clutter feel obliged to buy I wasn’t on a mission to break a bad tradition till I was cornered by a whiter tribe well I suppose you’ll get a bit complacent until you’re starved of any entertainment on the ponce for more appreciation live on stage tonight I tipped the balance in the countryside the infra structure buckles over night the rabbits heaved a melancholy sigh.
5.
Club Amnesia 06:27
CLUB AMNESIA Who’s who’s are these these little white lies now I’m full of little white lies it’s true and when when did you forget don’t you remember how you enjoyed yourself yes you you reached for the stars stumbled from bars nobody nobody nobody knows who you are you you were seen looking in all the wrong places you pulled all the wrong faces and now that you’re the big man who took some decisions that weren’t yours to take they weren’t yours to make but don’t you remember how to enjoy yourself yeah you you stumbled from bars held up by the scars nobody nobody nobody knows who you are lead everybody’s trying to find what’s happened to them everybody’s trying to hide what’s happened to them so who who where these people and where were they from but I’m sad sad they’re gone too bad they couldn’t hang on you been drinking for dinner who’s that in the mirror let go of the past you swung from the stars stumbled from bars nobody nobody nobody knows who you are everybody’s trying to find what’s happened to them everybody’s trying hide what’s happened to them.
6.
DARK FORCE IN THE WINTERTIME You’d never have known what the good days meant without these to measure against I hold my breath and the candle flickers the shadows move gives me the jitters and like a spider in the rain my thoughts will slide and we don’t beg we expect forgiveness and what if there’s no willing witness how you supposed to know you’ve had a life hey you with the long face where you going the cemetery is over flowing you’ll be welcomed like a Christmas tree on Jan the 8th icy winds attack my fillings not just my it’s my mind receding looking for some flimsy truths to stand behind you wait for your first kiss bird falls from a tree you’ve only just got here but you’re leaving already you’d never have known what the good days meant without these to measure against it’s starting again it’s started again well you’re an only child not the anti Christ hang in there till summer nights and be happy as the cat just sleeping in the sun corky’s knocked me out the darts gutless drivel storms the charts dark force in the winter time well you just cant get a damn thing done measuring trees for me well hung daft thoughts in the winter time well I hold my breath and the candle blows out I got less people to care about dark force in the winter time.
7.
VAGINA TREES WITH PENIS LEAVES The building regulations came down hard on imagination like an alien I practiced smiling like I understand then the grease of a thousand cooked breakfasts took on jellied human form and wobbles the streets at night oy fat chops have you got a light oy fat chops the poor boy won’t need Vaseline the whole town swims in grease and nephew found you’re razor blades so now you have niece I didn’t eat to survive I lived for food haven’t seen my dick since 92 left my home town priced out the market scrapped the rotten car nowhere left to park it scrapped the rotten car I’m breaking all of my promises to you and to myself and if the kids should wake up pregnant we’ll blame Britney and the spice girls well I believed in action when I carved out why not on my head now I believe in accidents and the magic of coincidence the magic of coincidence I thought I was coming down with something so they tell me it was love so I married the girl next door it was a church like cartoons full of bullet holes our fluids drenched the carpet so we swam and we swam back over the dam got burned down Kempton market I saved a girl from drowning I came across her chest I may not like the taste she said but worse I hate the mess your burger baps caught on your chin spike thing and there’s a bogey on your nose ring like an orphan on a swing there’s a bogey on your nose ring so which ones are the vagina trees is it the ones with the penis leaves pitch brown are the sperm bushes our history’s part hearsay part heresy I pissed myself I was bursting to go but I never trust a man who moves to slow they’re closing down the pool in time for summers evening heat and the houses in the park aren’t built to clear the streets the houses in the park aren’t built for clearing up the streets you found a way to hurt me a way to make me cry you found a way to hurt me just through being alive and the lies you tell your new soul mate will open up a best forgotten case the truth don’t work for free and everything is factual if it’s said convincingly everything is factual every happiness so I thought about Chelsea village and all the poor fans left behind you’ll never walk alone with a mobile phone no need for space and time you daren’t think about how it was before crashing your waves on a different shore I used to go out but I don’t any more I used to be decisive ( mumble mumble)so now it’s you who’s watching big brother and maybe you’d have liked each other but every comment and caress is underscored by selfishness so it’s just like real life after all talking cobblers one and all and you’ll never know if you passed the test but I mean it when I wish you every happiness wish you every happiness I mean it when I wish you every happiness I wish you every happiness
8.
No Skulls 00:46
9.
STOP TTHE WORLD Oh I was robbed my head was sore fair enough take the lot if you need it more oh I was robbed my head was sore it’s not as if you’d starve the rich to feed the poor there were mysterious deaths unlawful sexual couplings like every town there was a darker side playing happy families with your broken fences at the foot of your gardens waiting for a sign so many flies around the house after the suicide of the laughing brothers Drewitt but look again a little closer it was the flies that drove the Drewitt brothers to it now stop the world I’m getting on there must be room for one more I’m getting on now stop the world I’m getting on there must be room for one more now shift your bum I might be sad but I aint done and what’ll you find to ease the mind with worse to come did you begin to resemble a Slazenger swing ball going round and back and round and car boot bound I knew there was goodness somewhere on the inside the goodness was having a nightmare getting out well here they come now keep your shape the grumpy men who reek of tom and after shave play up the blues come on the reds pull your socks up tuck your shirts in do your best now stop the world I’m getting on there must be room for one more I’m getting on now stop the world I’m getting on there must be room for one more now shift your bum I gave my records to a pal and it embarrasses me now all that self indulgent fiddling around oh I was taken for a fool making money out of gruel trying to render all my thinking visible I hit the sea I sailed the world and met a million soppy grinning boys and girls who asked me why the long face I said have you ever taken a look at the human race I expect it must have been a clumsy cry for attention trying to drown myself in the public swimming baths there must be room for one more so stop the world.
10.
VLAD THE INHALER Is it inhale first? inhale your parents exhale your children you blink and its gone summer was upon us ah loneliness is a crowded bus said you’d be there in the nude well I couldn’t see you now everything’s blue it was the time of ground force shift it chop chop you’re delaying the coach you’re trampled in life so now you bully the old folks breathe in deep and hold hold on and let and go to hold on you let go ba ba ba ba ba ba dead genius’s untalented son did I scrimp and I scrape so you could twiddle your thumbs now I drive you insane but weren’t I once so cute now you chase me upstairs on the end of your boot but I’ve got to get on tom waits for no dude one day you’re just gone lines discontinued not the type of a wound to put a plaster on it’s not the type of an itch you can ignore till it’s gone you must get on your knees before your councillor and agree with the themes that could enable her to repair the damage but that’s another song from the barometer of your era through the micro scope of your peers turn down that game boy it’s driving me mad there was nothing like that when the springs were lads just fire and glass we play on railway tracks teasing would be killers are we guilty of that oh yes we’re guilty of that so what’s that noise trailing off in the distance? It’s the hum and the whir of your filter system scream and you’ll burn bit if you shut up and listen it’s the hum and the whir of your filter system hey what’s that heap just lying on the couch? Grab an arm and a leg let’s sling him out get your hands off of me you cheeky swine well I may have nothing but it suits me fine cos I’m the last in line
11.
ME AND YOUR WIFE Me and your wife well it just sort of happened and if you were a real man then I would flattened while you were asleep I done her out doors and we christened your 3 piece suite while you were on business abroad I searched the whole world for love but I found convenience I thought the word was love not just obedience your daughters big girl and she don’t look fourteen your daughters a good girl yeah I’m sure you know what I mean you could say I was evil but my life is so sweet you can say what the fuck you like do I look like I’ll lose any sleep I fought the whole world for love but I found obedience yeah I’d walked the world for love playground for deviants I’d searched the whole world for love but all was convenience I fought the world for love I’ve found obedience.
12.
Bloodletting 05:51
BLOOD LETTING I would’ve played for England but my boots were made of lead now I love to hear a story that turns out for the best it’s plain for all to see that footballs tidal like the sea now all I do is in order to forget it some nights I spill more than pints bloodletting I am a wicked man but I’ve paid for what I am and what did you do to make you so full proof I don’t need to be told that it hurts to grow old the sergeant smiles could be worth your while confessing and if you like I’ll give you the knife bloodletting rolling skulls like bowling wire brush bones no lubrication trepanning to leeches shock waves to the system who knows where you’ll fix me I was the number one contender until a voice in me remembered try to love your fellow man and help him when you can but luckily within a week I’d regained my vicious streak now sometimes I can feel myself regressing and I’ll flatten you in order to forget it one night when you think your fine bloodletting bloodletting ha ha wha la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la ala.
13.
RED MIST AGAIN Without orders from mobsters snapping sinews like crabs and lobsters now Jesus was a gambler he only carried that cross for a bet he was a lousy two bob gambler that’s why your suffering aint over yet you’re a sideboard of shame a bureau of shite like tomorrow never comes well nor does your wife and I hope that we can stay friends I hope to stay friends until the red mist descends I wouldn’t want to be your family it’s hard enough being your friend no 3 minute warnings when the red mist descends tear it off at the arms pit and hit me with the damp end treated worse than animals yes they tried the proper channels and I hoped that we can stay friends I hope to stay friends when the red mist descends when the red mist descends I’m afraid I won’t see you even when your close and I’m scared of being left here talking to your ghost you grew up to be a child again now they stare at you all day you let go of the balloon but it’s you that floats away and I hope that we can stay friends I hope to stay friends until the red mist descends then the red mist descends.
14.
BLIMEY! DROUGHT SKY She’s threatening to sue me but I’m not in the mood let’s get this thing over and we can get some food they called me simple wont even hold the door got a brother just like you I don’t see him any more I won’t go back I daren’t turn around the blue skies are tumbling down naked and shivering but still so polite whoever shouts loudest will surely be right we grew up together then we fell apart you broke my nose I only broke your heart I wont go back I daren’t turn around the good times are on their way it weren’t just the winter that kept you inside I wont let your memories keep me alive it’s daft and it scares me how they wont let you near them and all you can hope for is to go before the children I wont go back I daren’t turn around the blue skies are crumbling now I wont go back I wont go back.
15.
Dead Lions 06:57
DEAD LIONS Leave the estate I am broken mob rule uk in the kingdom and most would just say you deserve them the science is squeezed through the wires your secrets with the liars of course they’ll be safe when your near them turn that thing down I can’t hear them why don’t you leave me alone when I’m tired the silence is squeezed down the wires we all fade away once retired come on slow coach I’ll race you but if your too good at fights no one likes you you’ll know who loves you the most from the silence your feet warm as toast by the fire who knows what they do when they’re quiet we’re sleeping just like dead lions sleeping just like dead lions
16.
UNDER THE RAINBOW A cup of tea and a spliff does Vic from next door you can hear the kettles click shhhh listen silence engines ticking over and over diving in and out of the rain peers out from under crumpled duvet window cleaner yawns crack of dawn peeps through the curtains still down it pours ladders padlocked to the car climbs the ladder to the stars cricket team are on the green second innings gone like a dream and just as we were catching up metallic grey clouds burst interrupts sliding in and out diving in and out of the rain diving in and out of the rain more than a pastime it’s a national hobby silent huddles in the warehouse lobby ivor chesty cough is at the station and you begrudge him emigration Keith the thief is young and cunning and let’s the cops do all of the running it’s just a game now shake hands and you won’t break the sporting man diving in and out diving in and out of the rain getting drenched and how sliding in and out of the rain car parks to nothing wet hours in lay-by’s the sirens don’t stop bones starved of sunshine shop doorway to bus shelters told your children not splash us a vain attempt to turn the van round today’s the day we put the dog down spoon on china steam café windows drew a space ship with your finger diving in and out diving in and out of the rain what’s silence? throw the kids into the car catch their heads on the way in.

about

A near-invisible presence on the margins of underground pop, Simon Rivers is well into his fourth decade of making sweet, powerful, crushing records – with the Last Party, the Bitter Springs and now Oldfield Youth Club. Weaving the messy threads of suburban life into dense tapestries, he has something of the Go-Betweens' gift for melody, something of Mark E Smith’s ear for language, something of Vic Godard’s common touch, and almost none of the acclaim that should have been his due. Boo hoo.

The Bitter Springs’ sullen, majestic fourth album, (Suburban Crimes Of) Every Happiness, should have been a word-of-mouth sensation when it was released (on CD only on Guy Sirman’s Dishy label) in 2001, but one way or another there were no mouths, no words. The music papers had the Strokes and the Libertines to write about; the Bitter Springs – a bunch of shambling middle-aged men from the western fringes of London – stood no chance. “My songs are the things they leave out of history books,” Rivers says with a shrug. “We never really fitted in with any musical movements. We were as outside of any industry as you could get. We were completely ignored by record labels. We really were the epitome of Independent DIY.”

It had always been that way. A compulsive songwriter since his teens, Rivers left school at 15 (“the deputy head told me not to waste everyone’s time by bothering with any exams”) and made a stream of homemade tapes of his songs in his dad’s garage along with his future wife Kim Ashford and Daniel Ashkenazy. After a short stint with Steve Infield (he overheard Rivers playing guitar while cleaning the neighbours’ windows), Neil Palmer joined as the Last Party’s permanent drummer. The band self-released two albums and recorded two John Peel Sessions but never really topped their 1987 debut single “Mr Hurst” being made Single of the Week in the Melody Maker.

Sensing their card was marked, the band decided to reboot as the Bitter Springs in the 1990s. “We wanted to be heard afresh,” Rivers explains. It was a ploy that seemingly paid off. For a brief post-Britpop moment, the Bitter Springs had what to the outside world might have seemed like a public profile. 1997’s magnificent “It’s Business” got regular plays on the NME office stereo, while “A Good Provider” was Single Of The Week in the same magazine the following year. However, while the core Springs – Rivers, drummer Palmer, bassist Ashkenazy and keyboards man Paul “The Wizard” Baker – plugged away, their first three albums (From The Parish Of Arthritis, Five Die Filming This Lazy Lark and Benny Hill’s Wardrobe) successfully evaded wider acclaim.

“Since 1997, we had made an LP a year with great things expected for all of them and were always disappointed when we’d get barely a radio play and a couple of reviews,” Rivers says. “I was always a bit down after each one, as they take a lot out of me personally. but I’d be: ‘Fuck it: on to the next one that’ll be better received’.”

When it came to Every Happiness, that certainly should have been the case. If previous Bitter Springs LPs could seem like random explosions of material, this one carried a more considered heft. Released the year Rivers turned 40, it was – deliberately or otherwise – a no-budget parallel to Pulp’s midlife cry for help, This Is Hardcore; an infra-red goggled view through the darkness on the edge of town.

“I was working in Hampton for Royal Mail as a postman (still am), living with Kim Ashford (now Rivers) and our son Chaz who was ten then,” Rivers says. “Going into the Suburban Crimes recordings we were as optimistic and excited as ever,  maybe even more so, as we managed to get two musical heroes of ours – Julian Swales and Dan Goodwin from Kitchens of Distinction – to come and play some drums and guitars on a few of the tracks. They were amazing.”

However, if the mood was positive (new drummer Paul McGrath and violinist Andy Gwatkin fleshing out the sound), Every Happiness is spiked with sourness as it depicts a two-up two-down world of scything rage undercut by bitter disappointment. The bloodthirsty Neighbourhood Watch crew of “Muggers Take A Beating” snap at each other over expenses claims; the self-hating Lothario of “Me And Your Wife” reflects on having fruitlessly “searched the whole world for love and found convenience”. The sweet and tender maniac of “Bloodletting”, meanwhile, justifies his explosive rages with sob stories (“I am a vicious man, but I’ve paid for what I am”).

Made by men of advancing years, Every Happiness also carries the horrible, Larkinesque knowledge that time is passing; quietly, relentlessly. Rivers’ superannuated 3AM raver hits an unflattering epiphany on “Club Amnesia” (“Nobody nobody NOBODY knows who you are”), while middle age bites hard on the album’s gigantic centrepiece “Vagina Trees With Penis Leaves” (“my “Sad-Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands’”, says Rivers). Over an undulating accordion backing, the man in the mirror sees how “the ghosts of a thousand cooked breakfasts took on jellied human form”, and realises in a riveting torrent of memories and reflections that life is accelerating remorselessly away: old-school Chelsea fans, children, Britney Spears, the Spice Girls, Big Brother contestants and small-town high streets all destined for the same cosmic dumper.

However, if Every Happiness is grave-dark at times, the Bitter Springs always offer some redeeming hope. With its Playschool melody and day-glo kids chorus, the optimistic single “Stop The World” may be their “Shiny Happy People”, their “Come On Eileen”. Meanwhile, “Dark Force In The Wintertime” – Magazine by way of Jacques Brel – views everyday annoyances with the righteous certainty that all gloom is fleeting, Rivers concluding sagely: “You’d never have known what the good days meant without these to measure against.”

Whether that was a guiding ethos or a comforting white lie is hard to discern. Rivers’ songs are hard to pin down; scraps of stolen conversation, local paper puns, misleading asides and philosophical lighting strikes. His knockabout meditation on parenting, “Vlad The Inhaler”, is typically all over the place, home makeover show Ground Force entering into his concern about “raising would-be killers”, before he hits on his chilly fatherhood mantra: “To hold on, you let go.”

However, Every Happiness is not a record that releases old hurts quite so happily, its closing one-two representing some kind of Bitter Springs pinnacle. Rivers is wary of revealing too much about the wistful “Blimey! Drought Sky” (“I carry a lot of family sadness and this is one of those outpourings,” he explains). However, this wide-eyed survey of the ruins of a broken marriage is painfully vivid, Rivers’ disbelieving protagonist stunned at how love’s transcendent passion dissolved into unbridled hatred (“you broke my nose, I only broke your heart”). It is an all-consuming loss that leaves a timely death as the brightest thing on the horizon. “Only one thing to hope for,” Rivers concludes. “You go before the children.”

With closer “Dead Lions”, the Bitter Springs pan out from that micro-drama. A gaunt mood piece illuminated by Baker’s chilly washes of keyboards, it spins out of those semi-detached windows to survey England at its meanest. Rivers hints that it is a song about “the death of children”, but with its allusions to “mob rule UK”, it seems as much a portrayal of the mean-spiritedness of a world consumed by its own tiny tragedies. Scornful of the suffering of others, England’s proud lions are no longer sleeping; their hearts have turned permanently chilly.

Response to Suburban Crimes on its release was not much warmer. “Aside from a few discerning listeners, it died a death out there in the cold, cruel world,” Rivers remembers. “I don’t think one track was ever played on the radio. In fact, I think I had a bit of a proper breakdown after this one and it took another five years to get the next LP, That Sentimental Slush, finished.”

Given how much he had put into Suburban Crimes, Rivers’ was right to despair, but a record that belonged so tenuously to its own age remains substantially untouched by the passing years. It prefigures nothing and influenced no one, but in its tiny way, continues to resonate.

“Grayson Perry was on the box last night and he had people send him pictures of the view from their windows during lockdown,” Rivers reflected as COVID-19 washed over the UK. “They were all great, all different, and maybe that’s a good analogy for this LP. Anyone else wouldn’t be able to make it because, for all its merits and faults, it’s what I see out of the window.”

The view, needless to say, is something else.

JIM WIRTH, 2020

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Back when similarly literate combos were selling relative boatloads, The Bitter Springs were playing a more diverse and playful iteration of similar material to no particular acclaim.

But history's a funny thing, and after decades of self-releases and obscurity, The Bitter Springs are suddenly picking up steam, with a lauded new album, a full reissue series and a well-deserved new cadre of fans.
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