“The Getaway” by Athlete | There’s a memory I associate with this song that I probably should not even try to remember, mostly because there’s no point in doing so. So yes, this is perhaps my favorite song off Athlete’s fourth album Black Swan, the English band’s quietly-released take on beginnings and endings. The album’s lead single, “Superhuman Touch”, sounds like what it’s called: a technicolor anthem of love, love and, well, love. A friend described it, perhaps rightly, as very romantic. But this friend was getting on my nerves at the time; she always had the need to prove that she’s better by showing this and that off. And another friend of mine, who I met through the former, shared the same views, and we got a bit close because of it, going as far as plotting some comic strip project that parodies this very thing. “Besides,” I told the latter, “she’s wrong; ‘The Getaway’ is a more romantic song than ‘Superhuman Touch’.” I was going for gloopy, but she agreed with me, and I liked that she did, but not the fact that, months later, when my emotions went haywire and I decided I was in love with her when I wasn’t supposed to, she pretty much jerked me around. I remember this now without feeling anything, not even anger, mind; I am now happily in a relationship, my first, and hopefully my last. As I said, I should not even try to remember that thing I associate with “The Getaway”. (The version I posted here must be an American cut: it’s terrible and clichéd and, well, off. Try the album version.) But then again, I have written it down. [NB]
“Chances” by Athlete | I don’t watch Doctor Who. Again, don’t hate me. I just haven’t had the time, but thanks to my Whovian sister (and the TARDIS guidebook she had bought from London) and the fact that I wrote about television for a good three years, I’d like to think I know a fair bit about the show. What I didn’t know is that this song by Athlete was known to many as that song from that Doctor Who episode featuring Vincent Van Gogh, from that scene where they realize he still committed suicide, and the
Twelfth Eleventh tries to convince Amy that everything still worked out fine… yeah, I blame my sister completely. I discovered Athlete on Top of the Pops, when I fell in love with “Wires” – which many people apparently know off The Vampire Diaries – and the album where both songs came off, Tourist, was sold here – those were the days when our record stores sold a hell lot of things. It’s a brave decision, in hindsight, to kick off the album with this song, a ballad that doesn’t feel out of place in that film trope where a dejected man looks out of a café window on a rainy day and feels everything. But hey, it’s a good song. It does punch a wallop, especially the end, the bit when everything goes up, towards that last note, that last fade. It will shed a tear in your eye. No wonder the Whovians love that Doctor Who episode so, so, so much.