Puns. Puns, puns, puns, puns, puns. There's the title (and the cover art), there's the songtitles -- "The Road to Domestos," "The Taking of Peckham 123" -- there's the endless stream of lyrical references, some hopelessly insular to those not living inLondon, others understandable wherever you go. Puns, then. It's
Carter's calling card as much as anything, and is what kept many people from liking them, matched with singer Jim Bob's very Sarf London and generally undulcet tones. Thing is,
Carter were never a comedy band per se; buried underneath all the one-off lines like "It was midnight on the murder mile/
Wilson Pickett's finest hour" is a huge, beating heart. Empathy for the rejects, go-nowheres and losers of the world is the true
Carter ethos, wedded to a fusion of endless cultural references, drum machines and samples, and often blasting guitars. The result wasn't quite the hip-hop/metal fusion of the late nineties, but in the duo's own unusual way,
Carter were something of a unique and thrilling prospect at its best, which the highlights of
Damnations show. Normally the name of the game is brash, quick, punk/glam via rough early eighties technology pump-it-up pogoers, as the album's late-breaking UK hit "Sheriff Fatman" demonstrated. The song itself may be about a total rat-bastard of a slumlord, but the name of the game is energy and fun. The tender, soppy side of
Carter is what eventually comes through the strongest, though, whether it's the familial screw-ups alluded to in "Good Grief Charlie Brown" or the homeless person torched by two strangers in "An All-American National Sport." "G. I. Blues," which closes out
Damnations with a lighter-waving end-of-the-concert sweep, may not be the smoothest of anti-war songs, but enough emotion comes through anyway that one can't easily resist it. ~ Ned Raggett