BEATS OF LOVE
131. The Beauty in your Body by The Lilac Time
ALWAYS CHAMPIONED the underdog. It explains why I've got a soft spot for Stephen Tin Tin Duffy, who threatened to take off countless times but spent his musical career bubbling under. Kiss Me was the high-water mark of an otherwise forgettable synth-pop run, earning its place in my mate's ghetto blaster. He only grew fascinating when he returned with The Lilac Time. Mind you, not fascinating enough to actually buy his music.
Baffling why on a sunny Saturday afternoon I'd get back to the flat and lie star- shaped across the bed and sleep happily, but by Monday night I'd be coated in sweat with insufferable liver cramps, needing countless pillows to support my curled up, aching, body. It was pre-empting this and hating myself that the tune's slowly unfurling beauty came to life.
Whilst still awake, before I became beset by fear, its pastoral elegance relaxed my tired mind. By the time the banjo and organ really kicked in, I could even pathetically romanticise my sorry state. Someone says it rips off Leonard Cohen, but I don't care. It helped me out big time.
Only after seeing a fairly famous DJ post-afters curled up in the same discomfort as myself did I realise that there are no better-class drugs for richer folk. That was day one of my determination to quit completely.
Finally recovered and kicking back in a comfy chair, I still love playing this fascinating track. It's my perfect comedown song that sounds even better straight.
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