Fly My Pretties
The Studio Recordings Part One
The success of Fly My Pretties is undeniable. I remember back when the first shows took place (at BATS Theatre, tiny). Next thing they were selling out the Opera House and venues around the country. And this thing that never meant to be a band – was always more of a brand – proved, in a marketing sense, it really could fly. The troops were happy.
There has always been detractors too of course. And I am one. I’ve been to the shows, heard the albums and I really don’t get the fuss. They songs feel like empty pockets to me, nothing to pick.
Here now the band that was never really a band has finally released its debut studio album – no show, no gimmick, just a range of songs from across the catalogue; songs that have never been into the studio before; that have only existed on (and for) the stage.
I’m not sure it works. But then, hey, I’m not a fan.
But the opening brace of Singing In My Soul and Champion (“The hits”) is rather nice I guess. Singing In My Soul is a cheeseburger of a song. But sometimes you feel like a bite. It’s the sort of guilty-pleasure easy-melody I can roll with…but some of the other songs, Apple Heart for instance, I just don’t get the appeal.
Sure, everyone plays competently – but that’s a requirement not a recommendation.
Still, I’m better off pushing water uphill with a rake than telling fans of Fly My Pretties they’re wrong. They’re not wrong of course, nor is the band. There’s just nothing here for me.
I like music. I like music that moves, that means something, that does something.
I don’t get that from this.
But now it’s an album – vinyl. Studio recordings. And the tour in support of the studio recordings will ensure more branded hoodies are sold and the troops of soft, acoustic neo-soul are happy.