It’s only children sleeping, just my heart beating
Christ where do I begin?
Nikki Sudden and Dave Kusworth, two gorgeous-looking
tramps. With those scarves and with that hair. They called themselves
Jacobites. They recorded an album called Robespierre’s
Velvet Basement. They sang about French noblemen and English nights and
Russian zoos. What I mean to say is – people of non-romantic disposition would
be kindly advised to bugger off.

Boys looking for rivers and cheap champagne in the
afternoon and mirrors smashed in the night. It’s that sort of album, raw and
romantic. Kusworth and Sudden share songwriting duties but if you don’t
pay attention to vocals (Sudden’s charming ‘r’ can’t be missed, though), you
won’t even tell the difference. Peas and carrots. Milk and honey.
I guess I could mention Peter Perrett, but there’s just too much personality here to rely on reference points. The sound is lush and ragged, filled with acoustic rhythms and clever jangly lines. There's nothing unique in that sound, nothing at all, and you have to wonder how they managed to infuse this music with so much freshness and charm. Surely the answer has to lie in charismatic songwriting, articulate melodies and impressionistic poetry that is both vague and hard-hitting (do you know a better song about romantic yearning than “All The Dark Rags”?)

There are several versions of Robespierre’s Velvet Basement floating around. Pick any. However,
my advice would be to go for the latest 2-CD version – because Jacobites could
do no wrong at that point and songs like “Every Girl” and “Pin Your Heart On Me”
and “When The Rain Comes” are some of the greatest things ever.
Oh and something else. Ironically perhaps, but it’s
only now that I’m coming round to the fact that this whole feature, this whole ‘favourite
albums’ nonsense, it was all invented to write about Robespierre’s Velvet Basement by Jacobites. There.
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