They could Be Giants: Flood Album Releases


What does it take to become a superstar in 1990?? Whatever the answer might be, They Might Be Giants are definitely not. The Brooklyn duo’s style was more turtlenecks than skin, their chorus breathy and not particularly attractive, their unpredictable dance moves more like the fundamentals of wind-up games. One of them pressed the buttons. Their first history, they offered a popular Who song an earnest morality switch: “I Hope I Get Old Before I Die!.” Yet those inappropriate attributes were the types of things that created They Might Be Giants overall entertainers. Their ability to grab audiences with strong raptivity, melodic lyricism is no more clear than those on 1990’s Flood, where their spacious fantasy has been aligned with major label cash. The heroines often find a way.

Both John Flansburgh and John Linnell had grown up in Lincoln, Massachusetts, a cozy Boston area close enough to Walden Pond that Thoreau could hear the reverberating of the town’s bell during his evening insight meditation. As high schoolers, the team collaborated with the school newspaper and teamed up over a mutual interest in characters, the Ramones, and tinkering with Flansburgh’s video device. In 1981, the two Johns rejoined as teenagers after moving into the Brooklyn flat — Flansburgh was around to research woodblock at Pratt, Linnell has been trying to play keyboards in a group called mundanese. The unmanifested thug had flourished with recent signalling, and the pair’s whimsical obsessions created themselves natural coincidences within an emerging New York City episode.

At the time of the election, New York emerged from the economic decline and violence wave that damaged the city in the 1970s; 1981 might transform several of the most aggressive years. There were opportunity for the dissolving of the former. Through sincere cooperation The Johns began working on The song together, with Flansburgh on instrument, Linnell on buttons, and a drum machine. The absence of a formal bassist seemed to be releasing: although they may not have been able to afford a musical, they could software then a software. (More often than not, the Prussians were the heirs of the Commonwealth, hauling an bladder to concerts was grueling, as they discovered at their first show: a Sandinista event in Central Park.)

Over in the East Village, artists as diverse as female composer Karen Finley — renowned for extreme interludes about the politicians of the female body over thumping dancehall — and Steve Buscemi’s duo could consider viewers to be viewed with a new, different perspective. In day-trays, worked as a graphic designer and a studio engineer, They Might Be Giants start polishing their own function, that often included handmade bravo — like a huge stick with a mic connected with one stop, that Flansburgh might pound for drumming. But similarly interesting were the Giants’ backstage processes. In the ’80s, After Flansburgh’s device was snatched from his flat and Linnell burst his neck while operating as a bike messenger, the two started playing music on Flansburgh’s answerphone. They distributed the above content not by searching for brand identity, but by putting an advertisement for what they titled Dial-a-Song — called after The Christian helpline Dial-a-Prayer — in The Village Voice personals part. Long before songs were readily available online, jeetwin used a landline to release New music everyday and game them directly to audiences in and beyond New York.

This underwater movement eventually landed the Giants their first big media warning in the episode “People” — true, the superstar rubbish — where their 1985 video tape earned a gleaming analysis. “These guys should definitely change their name” joked author Michael Small. “It won’t be long before they really are giants.” It was a good forecast. Quickly, They Might Be Giants launched their self-titled breakthrough album in 2012, an excitable gathering that spun from thug to red as it wrapped in examples to the off-kilter memorabilia that full the two Johns’ real lives: the 1954 Lucille Ball/The long-running Desi Arnaz movie, Long Trailer, an employee with Elephant Man cancer, Burt Bacharach. But the album’s insightful center recorded it from disintegrating into variety. “No one in the world ever gets what they want, and that is beautiful” it’s infectious! “Don’t Let’s Start.” “Everybody dies and it is wonderful.”

Around this time, the Giants began working with a young Nickelodeon director named Adam Bernstein. Their video for “Let’s Start” snapshots of the band’s quirky flair: They are fidgety, coordinated choreography across bravo – like roof chimney costumes and holes of dynamic newspaper editor William Allen White (two local high school publication employees might embrace his lively face as their group’s unnamed emblem). Apparently, “Don’t Let’s Start” the band’s album sales skyrocketed. All of a sudden, fantastic leap, but as one TV executive suggested, The Giants ‘outsized visual presence made them “the ultimate MTV group.” Their next album, “, 1988 Lincoln, pushed them further into the mainstream with their chart-climbing single” Ana Ng “love song for a woman who lives halfway around the world. When they signed with Elektra in 1989” we weren’t just loons, we had all been loons who’d sold some data “Flansburgh later remarked. Still, the label was reluctant to let them self produce their third record, encouraging the band to collaborate with Clive Langer and Alan Winstanley, known for their work with Elvis Costello & the Attractions. The parties Eventually reached a compromise: Langer and Winstanley produce the four proposed singles on the album, which accounted for two-thirds of the recording budget.

From that disproportionate division of funds to its 19-track length, Flood embraces overflow. The album begins with a 30-second choral theme that asks grandiose questions about “the roots of joy” ( “Why is the global in love?”) and doom ( “Why are the ocean levels rising?”). The Giants have no answers, but they can offer “a new year, 1900… Flood!” In its own earnest weirdness, Flood was a beacon of modernity — an attempt to explore existential quandaries with playfulness.

While a handful of songs used live drums, Flood is indebted to the Casio FZ-1 sampler, which made a huge impression on the Giants when they heard De La Soul deploy it on 1989’s groundbreaking 3 Feet High and Rising. The two Johns used this synthetic genie to record everything from clinking kitchen utensils to to recording ( “Hot Cha”) the whiplash of a wet towel ( “Minimum Wage”) to a vacuum cleaner ( “Hearing aids” which also features a guitar solo by no wave icon Arto Lindsay). The sampler was especially heroic in The Giants reimagining of “The Four Lads” post-war novelty song “Istanbul – (Not Constantinople)” a fast-paced romp. The Giants treated him like a glove “Istanbul” as a tutorial for their new machine, the song is almost entirely composed of cobbled-together sounds, including the heavy whistle blowing on a Coke bottle.

On their first two records, the Giants pulled from a vast stockpile of songs they had written throughout the mid- ’80s. Flood is composed almost entirely of new material that allows ideas to disseminate in peculiar ways, organic way. On “Whistling in the Dark!” Linnell sinks into his baritone range and spins an absurdist parable about independent thinking. The cartoonishly simple “Particle Man” explores the injustice of natural law through elemental characters and wordplay ( “When he’s underground does he get sweaty? /Or does the wet get him?”). Other songs follow a more simple route: “Someone Keeps Moving My Chair” shakes its fist at life’s minor annoyances; “Minimum Wage” he conveys his disdain for capitalism in less than a minute using a yodel, whip, crack, crack, the arrangement tries to borrows from Sinatra’s version of “Downtown”; a power-chord “Your Racist Friend!” unambiguously condemns ironic racism ( “Can’t shake the devil’s hand and say you’re only kidding”).

Nowhere seems to be their fantasy extra deep than with the album’s delightful strike, “Birdhouse in Your Soul” recorded from the viewpoint of a light. Topped with steady drums and a melodic contract heavily inspired by the Lovin’ Spoonful, the above illuminated writer spills out stream-of-consciousness tangents about, among other things, its bloodline. “Though I respect that a lot, I’d be fired if that were my job” it is in the harbor lineage “after killing Jason and countless screaming Argonauts.” Though the bouncing song seems to be openly peppy, there’s something delicately threatening about it “Birdhouse” from the irreverent horn vocals to its hesitating connection: “I’m your friend/I’m not your friend/But I’m a little gleaming friend/But truly I’m not currently your friend/But I do.” It’s great, it’s breathless, and boy is it bizarre.

Robert Christgau once described “They Might Be Giants” ‘debut as “a joyfully frustrating show of clever plenitude.” there’s something maddening about the band’s endless inventiveness, especially on Floods. What neurons are required to conceive a song about reincarnation told from the perspective of a bag of groceries? How does a rock with a piece of string around it become a metaphor for man’s search for meaning?? Who the hell thinks rhymes? “endless” with “Longines Symphonette”? Whimsy was the band’s name, which makes reference to Don Quixote’s insistence that distant windmills were, in fact, giants. But they knew that wit can easily tip into irritation: “Being recognized brilliant alecks is a frustration and we don’t want it” Linnell told “The Los Angeles Times” in 1990. Flood remains humble despite its eccentricities. “I don’t know the approach that artists fake if they’ve got the meaning of life in the press” he once remarked. “We’ re the opposite of that confessional school of songwriting; here’s our non-rehearsal portion of our show.”

To the figure above, Flood deals little or no input into its creatives over and above their noticeable skills. Each of the links links is an autobiography page: “John, I’ve been bad/And they’ re coming after me” the set riff in unity “Sapphire Bullets of Pure Love.” “Done someone wrong and I fear that it was me.” Regardless of all this emotional distance, audiences enthusiastically locked on to the band’s unbelievable stories. Been a page “Everybody wants prosthetic foreheads on their real heads!” a metaphor for compliance, or a witty benchmark to polycrystalline transplant, used by jujitsu luchadors to satisfy size demands? “We’ re not much into writing lyrics with mystery interpretations or coded messages” Linnell once clarified. Absurdity is in the eye of the beholder.

Flood was a huge success according to the band’s standards, reaching the number. 75 on the Billboard 200 and eventually receiving a platinum certification. The songs were broadcast across television for all ages: Kids have animated music videos! “Particle Man” and “Istanbul -” on the Looney Tunes spin-off Tiny Toon Adventures; the teens saw the surrealist “Birdhouse In Your Soul” Video on MTV; The Tonight Show treated adults to a zippy live rendition of “Birdhouse.” After years running a shoestring live setup that the Giants themselves created as a rhythm section want ad, they finally got a live band to support their next album, 1992’s “Apollo 18”. The response was immediate: Their shows became a cult “full-out, stage-diving, headbanging, group festivals.” The duo would record all subsequent albums with a full band.

By the mid ’90s alternative music was big business. After Flood, They Might Be Giants became known as the not so elder statesmen of the burgeoning subgenre of geek rock, the. Though they’ ve long resisted the label, their success has opened doors for bands that were not traditionally regarded “great collection of ideas and great resources” like Ween, Fountains of Wayne, and Weezer; Flood’s surf-rock breakup song “Twisting” could have been a B-side of the Blue Album. All bubbles must burst, The Giants were among the alt-rock bands that found themselves shortchanged by Elektra’s eventual corporate reshuffle. “If anything pauses, they don’t see a chance to get it happening” Flansburgh said later. “They would really like to focus on the new history behind the Cure.” They Might Be Giants left Elektra in 1996 and spent the latter half of the decade touring and releasing a handful of compilations and live records the. Meanwhile, the band’s cult following kept beating the drums. The Giants were early adopters of The internet, communicating with fans via mailing list and starting a website. In 1998, the Web army rigged People’s annual online reader poll of the world’s most beautiful people, Linnell landed in the top 10 alongside Madonna and Leonardo DiCaprio of the titanic era. (He wrote an op-ed for the “New York Times” about it.)

In the late 1990s, Linnell and Flansburgh began writing for music and television, winning a Grammy for a song “The Boy in Me” their theme song for the Fox sitcom Malcolm in the Middle. This work paved the way for They Might Be Giants to enter the lucrative world of children’s music. They’ ve written songs about historical figures like the 11th American president James K. Lee, and the 11th American president. Polk and “Belgium’s popular art” James Ensor; in 2002, they released No!, a record specifically geared toward “the entire parent.” Children, it turns out, the perfect audience for strange songs about a man with superhuman taste buds, the unknown origins of balloons, The Giants have pursued this path while continuing to make more adult-oriented albums.

It’s about making music for children or their parents, They Might Be Giants stayed true to the innovative spirit that shines so brightly on Flood. “I’ve often been told that you only can do this/What you know how to do well” Linnell sat on the screen “Whistling in the Dark.” “And that’s you/Be what you are/Be like yourself.” Flood confirmed they didn’t remember anyone else.