Cabbage are at a crossroads as they release their second album Amanita Pantherina - third if you count the Young Dumb And Full Of Cabbage compilation that really was their debut. Are they still relevant? Can they still conjure up the headrush adrenaline that their first four EPs announced them with? Has too much of the mud of the ultimately false accusations made against them stuck? Freed from the constraints of a record deal and returning home to their Brassica Studios in Mossley to regroup and record Amanita Pantherina, it very much feels like a release from the events of the past few years.
What they've done is to make the record with an insular approach, to make the record that suits them rather than to try and please the money men - and that makes Amanita Pantherina feel a far more relaxed record than its predecessor Nihilist Glamour Shots, one that spreads its wings and shows new aspects to Cabbage's art and it's all the better for it. It might not have the new band exuberance of those early EPs but it's the same heart and soul that drives Cabbage through the eleven tracks that make up this record.
Leon The Pig Farmer, named after one of Manchester's best street poet, is a short sharp opener. It touches on the subjects of his poems - the futility of fighting wars to protect the interests of a few and the impact it has on those on the ground captured in the line "nationalism be the curse....all those fighting for what? A bodybag, a tabloid, depression, what?
Single You've Made An Art Form (From Falling To Pieces) shows the development in the subject matter of Cabbage's songs - it's a song about how "there are no winners in affairs of the heart"- to the personal rather than the social and political commentary of their earlier works. Armed with a gradual build into the chorus, earworm harmonies and a simple yet direct chorus of the title, it's probably their most accessible track to date.
If Cabbage hadn't made such a point of Get Outta My Brain being a tribute to Factory, Tony Wilson and the Happy Mondays, every review would be calling it out. The lineage has always been there, their early singles mirroring the chaos of the Mondays in their formative years if not the subject matters. Raus! moves onto the subject of Brexit, taking aim at the shift in the culture of our country since the leave vote in 2016. They have a soapbox and they're intent on using it to decry how we've been split down the middle, possibly irreparably, by the aftermath. The use of the German word for leave adds further impact.
Once Upon A Time In The North returns to old subject matter - the North / South divide covered in It's Grim Up North Korea - and the hand to mouth existence when you're on the wrong side of the "I'll be the worker, you be the industry" divide. Frantic, potent and targeted, it's at moments like this where Cababge's social commentary really hits home when you look at the current Coronavirus and the way deprivation impacts on society's poorest. Hatred surprises with its stripped back acoustic approach compared to what's gone before - but stays on message dealing with the way in which the breakdown of traditional industries and professions leads to poverty and looking for someone to blame.
Medicine quickly turns the pace back up, quick-fire lyrics about spin doctors and the lies of those at the top of society - asking the direct question "how many times do you wanna make the world spin?" Named after a David Lynch painting, I Was A Teenage Insect is the song where Cabbage show how far they've progressed. Rather than fill every second with words, as they've often done, the chorus doesn't have any lyrics just harmonies and doesn't need any. The verses talk of "they make you dance so sweet, they make you march on the beat", potentially a reference to the period where they were signed and had to curb their natural instincts to try and create a saleable product acceptable to the man. The defiance of "I ain't here to boost your economy, no room for your regime" feels like a retrospective two fingers in the rear view mirror.
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