THE MORNING PAPERS HAVE GIVEN US THE VAPOURS

The Morning Papers Have Given Us the Vapours was made with the black watch bandmates and producers/engineers Rob Campanella (Brian Jonestown Massacre, The Tyde, The Warlocks) and Andy Creighton (The World Record, Parson Red Heads).  Ben Eshbach, formerly of The Sugarplastic, arranged the strings.  Kesha Rose guests on lead vocals on the second single, Oh Do Shut Up.  And the great Lindsay Murray once again lends her beautiful backing vox to a number of tracks. 

the black watch songwriter/frontman John Andrew Fredrick wrote the ten songs on this, his Los Angeles-based band's latest album, entirely unselfconsciously, with no set goal in mind other than to revel in the joy of songwriting, and, eventually, the luxury of recording his music with his more-than-accomplished band.  The Morning Papers Have Given Us the Vapours, produced separately and together by Rob Campanella and Andy Creighton evinces the black watch's often stunning ability to, as Andy Gill once observed in The Independent, "find chaos in the calm, melody in the miasma."  

Fredrick, who has also published four comedic novels and a book on the early films of Wes Anderson, jovially describes himself as "a recovering Anglophile--one who'll never, one hopes, fully recover."  From his home studio in the Angeleno Heights district of L.A., he waxes eloquent about how being branded, as it were, as a too-ardent lover of British music, film, and literature has left him as bemused as has the tag "prolific" that is often affixed to reviews of his work.  

"I just don't think it's all that interesting to note that we've made so many records.  Looked at one way, it's a sort of deflection from talking about the timbre if not the quality of the individual songs.  Though I know it can be intimidating for fans who've just discovered us--a sort of 'My goodness, where do I start with this band that has put out LPs since 1988?'  I get it.  I do.  I picture someone standing at our slot at a bin at a record store becoming overwhelmed at the prospect of picking the 'wrong' title.  And then walking away and not picking up anything from us!" Fredrick laughs.  "What can you do indeed?"

He started his career as a songwriter as a result of an American Football injury that left him bedridden in the home he grew up in in Santa Barbara, California.  The year The Beatles immortal double-album came out at Christmastime he broke his leg so badly that he had to be home-schooled for an entire year.  His parents, ex-teachers themselves, refused to let him watch telly for more than an hour a day.  He propped a Silvertone acoustic on top of the massive cast that screamed all the way up to his thigh from his toes, and began to write little melodies and lyrics that, doubtless, did not in the least mask his love for the Fabs, The White Album in especial.

And he read and read and read--histories of the American Revolution and Civil War, mostly, and as many Dickens novels as his mum and dad could bring him.  "That year," Fredrick observes, "surely made me who I am today.  Proof that intensely unfortunate-seeming events can prove most fortunate.  As a sport-mad kid, it made me absolutely mental that I was exiled from the activities I loved most and the school teams I played on.  What a blessing undisguised that injury was!  Not that I'd like to experience anything like it ever again, mind you."

Fredrick can even recall a few of the melodies he wrote as boy ("Utterly trite, of course, completely jejune"); and in a way, The Morning Papers Have Given Us the Vapours showcases a kind of get-back-to-where-you-once-belonged sensibility.  "I didn't intend, this time, to make an album per se.  I write both songs and fiction in order to find out what happens, to find out what I might want to say," he notes.  "Rob often asks me what a particular song is about; and I often reply that I either don't know, or would prefer that others say.  Same thing goes for when people ask me where they should start with our discography.  I never know what to say.  Our LP from 2011, Led Zeppelin Five (remastered in 2021 for its tenth anniversary), has been our best seller, I think--but that may be because some stoned Zepheads thought their gods had perhaps put out a record they'd missed!"

Despite being deadly serious about music-making, TBW's been known to either whimsically or perversely title their albums.  Examples:  Jiggery-Pokery (an allusion to John Lennon assessing George Martin's productions), After the Gold Room (a pun on the Neil Young classic plus a local eastside L.A. watering hole), Sugarplum Fairy, Sugarplum Fairy (echoing Lennon's famous count-off to A Day in the Life), Fromthing Somethat (a garbled spoonerism/lyric while doing a vocal), Brilliant Failures (the 2020 release that, along with Fromthing Somethat, was named Album of the Year by venerable indie rock magazine The Big Takeover), and the aforementioned LZ5.  

For the new LP, the band recruited longtime friends and allies Ben Eshbach (the Emmy-Award-winning frontman of The Sugarplastic) and Lindsay Murray (Gretchens Wheel) to compose and arrange strings and sing heaps of lovely backing vocals, respectively.  

And the result?  A collection of songs that Fredrick, in his quite-but-not-quite self-deprecatory way, might call another set of brilliant failures.  "Every song, every LP we do, is a failure of sorts--no matter how powerful or beautiful or pleasing-to-us it turns out," John concludes.  "I have often said that my aim is to write songs as good as anything on The Beatles... and I will never achieve my goal.  And thus I'll have to keep at it, keep trying.  And chin-chin to that!"

And now your attention's been brought to a band (or you've heard of them or heard a track or two down the years) that has been pegged by The L.A. Weekly as "a national treasure" as well as "the most criminally-neglected indie pop group imaginable."  

So here's to the prospect of that ostensible neglect becoming as much of a thing of the past as John Andrew Fredrick's year-long stint in bed.

John Andrew Fredrick--guitars, vocals, bass, percussion

Rob Campanella--bass, percussion

Andy Creighton--lead guitars, drums, bass

Andy Campanella--drums

produced & engineered by Rob Campanella & Andy Creighton

additional engineering:  Kevin Dippold

mastered by Scott Campbell