Late Night Tales: Royksopp
Late Night Tales UK
I loved the debut album by Norwegian duo Royksopp but felt it was diminishing returns from there. I’ve found a way back in thanks to their entry to the Late Night Tales series (in fact it’s also, for me, an entry back into the Late Night Tales series for that matter). I’m a fan of the compilation albums where we learn about a particular artist’s taste. I’ll risk the curate’s egg for the gold (yolk). I’m often interested even when I’m not a big fan of the artist – if they have some standing, some credibility, some musical weight then I like to know what their taste is; what some of their influences have been. The Under The Influence series is what got me listening to Morrissey and I still rate his entry over any of his own work. And though I would still say I’m not a fan of Paul Weller (as a rule) I really dig his taste based on this collection.
The Late Night series has always been, as the name suggests, about the wee smalls; the soundtrack to a long, slow nightcap. It rivals the Back To Mine series – another set of compilations I used to love and then forgot about.
So Royksopp kick off theirs with a brand new – exclusive – original track, Daddy’s Groove. It’s good. And then it’s to Rare Bird’s Passing Through, a gorgeous-enough song that sets up the move to Little River Band’s Light Of Day – you have to rate them for knowing/finding the band’s best song. Then to Tuxedomoon’s In A Manner of Speaking and a slice of the Blade Runner soundtrack.
It’s all very late night and easy – almost kitsch but never quite. Well, that’s not true, we have Acker Bilk to come and Richard Schneider Jr’s Hello Beach Girls.
But there’s also XTC, This Mortal Coil, Royksopp offering up another new song, this a cover of Depeche Mode’s Ice Machine and the utterly wonderful (and fitting) Small Hours by John Martyn.
A classy mix from purveyors of fine, chilled, widescreen beats and bobs.
And it doesn’t have to be the soundtrack to your reluctant-to-leave house-guests, I’ve enjoyed this at the start of an evening and for that matter it’s fine away from the bar, away from the bottles. It’s a great late-night driving album too.