Of no particular consequence..
A couple of weeks ago the unflappably humble Henshaw (and I wouldn’t want that to change, to be fair) released Of No Particular Consequence into the wild, many of us having excitably pre-ordered it. Mine arrived complete with a lovely little handwritten card, which is a nice personal touch. His post-launch post included a comment as self-depreciating as “That’s all then, it’s old news, it will never chart, it will never sell a million copies..” – we’re almost in slap-upside the head territory, before he ends the sentence with “… it doesn’t matter, I’m fucking proud of it.”
And so you should be, buddy. I’m proud of you.
Henshaw’s music is beautifully melancholic at times, and that massively appeals to me – the latest band sound has evolved into something that wouldn’t sound out of place in the 90’s (and that definitely appeals to me!), to my ear at least there’s a mash-up of indie/Britpop type sounds with grunge elements and a bit of shoe-gazing introspection thrown in, and somehow remaining cohesive. It ticks a lot of my boxes – but that’s quite a reductive description for what is a really varied collection of thirteen songs.
It’s an almost jarring start with The Adventurer, starting with train sounds, making you sit up and take notice before it settles into a steady beat and bass, I don’t know what the musical term for the bit where he runs down some notes both vocally and instrumentally is – but I like it! The mixing and mastering is polished, I’d expect nothing less from Tom Carter. Samples introduce a number of the songs, including Partially Martyred, a heavy verse kicking into a much lighter chorus. The sample preceding the song here featuring a Scottish gentleman reading some poetry and seeking affirmation from Paul. There’s some John Hare horn bits in here too!
Like Plastic in a Flame changes the pace down, and is probably my favourite track – not just because the title idly plays into my fantasies of what to do with Russ’ kazoos – it’s got a dancy beat and dreamy guitars, the solo provided by George Marriott of Pet Needs. It’s a melodic dirge but dirge in a good way, I listen to it and get lost in it – then we get to the a more impassioned bit, that elevates it into something epic. I proper love this song – I don’t even know what it is, prog-indie-dancy-dirgey goodness. That’s what it is. I think.
Fake Masquerades continues the pace built up as the previous track built up to, lyrically clever compelling the listener to let go of the past and appreciate the present. Wise words, with countless layers of delicious instrumentation. Let the Sun Shine In performed by The Wilkinson Trio is definitely a change of pace and tone – and on reviewing the sleeve notes, it’s a charming recording from the 1950s featuring his Mum, Aunty and Grandad – sentimental bugger, it provides a lovely interlude though.
All the Other Times is ballad-like – Paul’s vocals are gentle, but backed up by an almost orchestral level of emotional instrumentation I think we’re straying into power-ballad territory, it’s really moving though – lyrics evoking a final attempt. This would be a lighters out sway-along if ever there was one and if we’d not all switched to vapes! With Love and a Handshake does the gentle-into-heavy trick again – drenched with Van Gogh references, who I’m well aware Paul absolutely adores so it’s lovely to pay tribute to that in song.
Just going off the title I was worried that The Ballad of Super Ted might be an ode to possibly one of the most irritating cartoon characters going – quite the opposite. I didn’t have the pleasure of knowing Ted but what we have here is a charming tribute to a lost friend, reflecting on happy memories it’s at once sad and celebratory. I feel a bit insensitive making the cartoon observations but it was a legitimate worry from a position of ignorance – what we actually have is lovely! And ne’er a mention of the hateful Spotty. Right. Sensible head back on.
This War is frankly anthemic – full of affirmation and support, comradeship and solidarity. I absolutely adore this song, it’s amazing live too when the crowd get involved in the ‘keep your shoulders high..’ part. Wonderfully empowering and uplifting. For Miriam is an abrupt change of pace and sentiment commemorating a three year old girl murdered by the Nazis. The tiny stone being stepped on referred to is a Stolperstein, a cube embedded in the ground bearing the name and life dates of victims of Nazi extermination or persecution. A literal translation would be stumbling block. It’s a harrowing song, but strangely beautiful for it.
Let Fireworks Light the Sky brings us back from the doldrums, building gently from guitar into a wall of sound crescendo after the first couple of acoustic verses. The choice to use the Friday night at Ey Up Mi Duck seems spectacularly apt as within a couple of hours of Henshaw’s set concluding nature saw fit to light up the sky with her own fireworks as Aurora Borealis amazed us across the campsite. No Longer Proud is a more overt than usual lament to the state of the nation, featuring beautiful fiddle melodies courtesy of Hannah McLeod of Leylines fame and then a rap from Samantics. It’s not just a moan though, there’s a crumb of hope offered too!
Which brings us to the final track, Save Me, Hate Me. It starts with organ tones and plaintive vocals – strings and light percussion join a third in, building intensity but not pace – finally a thumping beat kicking in just beyond half way, with more and more layers of intricacy building the song up to be the epic finale this album needs, dropping you back to stripped back vocals abruptly to finish. It’s quite the rollercoaster just in one track which is a fitting end of an album that has the same effect.
I can see why Paul is proud – this is clearly a labour of love, there’s undoubted subtle and personal meanings I’ve not necessarily picked up on in here, and from his own comments in the sleeve notes his bandmates and collaborators have clearly taken his creations and then augmented them with their own creativity and vision to render something truly epic. Packaged up beautifully with artwork by the wonderfully talented Sally Harrison it’s really a triumph. I would urge you most strongly to get hold of it, it deserves a much wider audience than Paul seems to think it will achieve!
