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Darren Hayman & The Secondary Modern – Rough Trade In-store 26/1/09

At the risk of turning PM into a Hayman-only devotion zone fixed with Hefner curtains and pictures of his dogs everywhere while we mark homework that doesn’t exist for children that may or may not have crushes on us in the glow of Teen Wolf coming from the TV, here are some pictures of last night’s Rough Trade East in-store gig.

Darren Hayman & The Secondary Modern

Hayman proved that, though he is wont to forgetting even his most recent and cementing lyrics, he has a surprising kineticism on stage. His records hardly plod, but you’d be forgiven for thinking that, live, they might accrue some of the gentility heard on disc. What we’re met with is a smart-arsed and thoroughly noisy, scratchy and impassioned yell through some of his finest moments. Caravan Song from Table For One gains new buoyancy here, even though he confuses the lyrics again, and the overwhelming impression is one of righteous desires sung by a man who’s continually ashamed of every one of those desires he has. 

Darren Hayman

Tunes from his latest concept album Pram Town (reviewed) are not dwelled upon, but they are all efficiently and sensitively performed. Big Fish is a minor beauty, its small-time sentiments played with maximum scope for emotional indignity – something Hayman has perfected more than maybe any songwriter of the last few decades. The only gripe (and there shouldn’t really be any, it’s free…) is that the audience laugh when Hayman compares far-off locales to his own Walthamstow. Why laugh? It’s sung with such earnestness.

Visit Darren here. You probably already have, he’s just the best… You can also see what he’s been up to this past week in a wee chat we had.

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How’s Your Week? – Darren Hayman

In another new series for PM, we find out just what the stars are up to THIS WEEK. It’s called “How’s Your Week?” Good, eh? This week, we kick off with Darren Hayman, who’s album Pram Town is excellent and reviewed.

Darren Hayman

In a word, how’s your week?
 
It’s ok, slightly better than average I would say.
 
What did you get up to last night and how was it?
 
I was working for a friend and had to cycle a long way home. My wife and her friend Amy were studying Latin when I got in. My wife had left me some Pasta to eat. We watched The Witchfinder General on DVD. An old British film.
 
What’s for dinner tonight and who’s cooking it?
 
I’m working for my friend again so my wife said she would cook fishcakes.
 
What have you listened to today and did you like it?
 
I’m listening to Rendezvous by Luna, its pretty good.
 
What’s your favourite/least favourite thing that’s happened this week?
 
My new record’s going well with reviews and stuff so that’s the best thing. The worst thing is I’m having trouble getting paid quite a lot of money from someone in another country and that’s getting me worried.
 
Nothing serious though. It’s all good.

You can find out more about Darren and his new record here. You probably should do that now.

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Darren Hayman & The Secondary Modern – Pram Town

Darren Hayman & The Secondary Modern – Pram Town (Track & Field)

 Darren Hayman & The Secondary Modern - Pram Town

Darren Hayman has always picked rich subjects for his music, usually imbued with at least the potential for real heartbreak and emotional interaction, blown-up minutiae juxtaposed with cultural references that are as retrospective as they are forward-facing. With Pram Town, his sixth LP since disbanding Hefner, Hayman has sourced another untapped niche – or at least adapted urban paranoia for his own ends. Loosely (and quite wrongly, thanks to its lack of a more ridiculous plot and characters) dubbed ‘A Folk Opera’, it weaves this paranoia of things building up around one’s ears with the now-standard Hayman range of doomed romance and microscopic social awareness. Musically, he adheres also to past formulas in near-equally weighted synthesis. So why, then, might we describe this as one of his finest works to date?

There are several reasons. This sealed sanctuary of Harlow that Hayman painstakingly evokes (not least in the inlay, which details the town’s rapid gestation and pureness of intention from the fifties onwards) forms his most coherent and comfortable reactionary basis since Hefner’s We Love The City. Harlow (the Essex town in question) represents such lofty hopes and dreams eventually becoming dated, old and not as clean as was first intended: the perfect Hayman muse. His lyrics revel in references to the straight motorways, the pristine concrete, the modern civic amenities. Crucially, though, he is quick to satirise. “You’ll wonder how you did without, this is everything we’ve always dreamt about,” he says of the extensive cycle lanes. It’s mostly affectionate and when, on Leaves On The Line, he decides he finally wants to leave this new town to follow his love (why else?), we can be confident that he does so with a heavy heart.

The love he follows is introduced early on in inimitable Hayman fashion. Rather than have this light narrative dictate the flow of the record, we’re treated to the odd snippet. It works very well, and the gentle, yearning bob of their first encounter on Compilation Cassette is rung in with a quiet chorus of ukulele and acoustic plod. As they so often are, this encounter is all hung-over berk charms sassy sexpot with nothing but knowledge and circumstance, and it’s evoked as beautifully as you could expect. The natural succession of No Middle Name is just about the dreamiest recording of Hayman’s career, finding him in wistful voice, no doubt enjoying the tree-covered boulevards of his municipal second love while he sings the whimsy one so in love would happily sing.

Room To Grow echoes She Can’t Sleep No More from We Love The City, another gentle sag on the way to happiness that relies heavily on the listener having felt this way themselves – for those that have, prepare to have your fears spelt out. It’s a reminder of the cruelness necessary to balance this ultimately delicate record. Without the necessary doubt (and jazz trumpet) that so ably lets us wildly predict the future of the relationship, we’d be stuck listening to Hayman in his most cloying guise. Fine for a while, but it’s always best to be reminded what a dirty fellow he can be.

We flit between the love and the town and the town and the love until leaving becomes the only option on Big Fish (“life here got way too brown…”), and thank goodness. It’s ruthless entertainment, intelligent construction and the occasional nagging suspicion that you’ve been this silly at some point too. If he may be relied upon for one thing only, Darren Hayman is just about as fine a crafter of sweet regret as there ever has been. Pram Town doesn’t make too much of this, and offsets it brilliantly with the setting of Harlow and the inherent quibbles, big and small. If we’re to stumble through the emotional and physical territory of the titular town, we couldn’t ask for a better guide.

Visit Darren Hayman around here and here. Pram Town comes out via the Track & Field Organisation on January 26th.

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