MUTTER SLATER BAND
The Masquerade
(Thoroughbred Music)

 

Mutter Slater arrived on the music scene since he debuted as a founding member of the UK rock legend Stackridge at the end of the 1960s. Playing flute and mellotron as well as singing and writing songs, Mutter fit right in with Stackridge for decades. Following the band’s final studio album from 2009, Mutter has moved on to a successful solo career.

Mutter’s 2015 solo album Absobloodylutely was a modern rock classic while his 2016 solo album The Champ as well as 2018’s Field Of Stone took his solo music to the further heights. Combining the best elements of his songs in Stackridge, all three albums stand as stellar examples of the unique chemistry of the Mutter Slater Band.

The 2023 album by Mutter Slater Band, The Masquerade follows in a similar musical fashion as Mutter’s other recent solo albums with a round of ten Stackridge-inspired songs, all stamped with Mutter’s signature blusey, pop-rock vocals and occasional flute playing.

On The Masquerade, Mutter is backed by a top band including Clive Ashley (saxophone), Laurie Higgins (bass guitar) and drummer Dan Wheeler (drums, percussion and backing vocals), while keyboard player Tom Hughes produced the album and Chris Cleaver (lead and slide guitar, backing vocals) engineered.

Mutter’s vocals and band-leading skills shine in top form on The Masquerade and the 10-track lineup of songs are flowing with memorable pop hooks draped in clever rock-based, and at times neo-prog-rock arrangements. One problem: the album goes by in a flash.

Song highlights abound. The lead off track “The Party” is filled with lyrics that roll off the tongue while pointing a finger at the dysfunctional politic of 2023. The lyrically reflective “Troubadour Heaven” will leave even the most cynical rocker misty-eyed, while the CD closer “Keep Me From Fear” is simply one of the most moving songs Mutter has ever written, in and/or out of Stackridge.

The single track with the popular YouTube video, “This Is Gold” is truly dance music for the 21st century as Mutter details truth or consequences to today’s Stackridge set.

If you like your UK pop and rock in the classic 1970’s Stackridge style, the music of Mutter Slater gives the term classic rock a new meaning, and then some.

 


 

mwe3.com presents a new interview with
MUTTER SLATER

mwe3: Does “The Party” make a social statement? Seemingly, it’s about a party but maybe there’s something deeper being critiqued?

Mutter Slater: The party politics, which has dominated the U.K. governments over recent decades, has become so entrenched, ridiculous and, if it weren’t so pernicious, laughable. It exasperates and angers me hence the imagery used in "The Party". The lack of care shown by an indifferent host to marginalised guests results in them all trying to erase the hellishness around them by losing their minds to ‘the razzamatazz’. 

mwe3: Is “Let’s Call It A Draw” a plea for peace and sanity in the crazed world of 2023? A reconciliation perhaps?

Mutter Slater: No hidden meanings here. More often than not, if I’m writing a song about an intimate relationship I set it after the honeymoon period, when ardour has cooled and tolerance has been stretched to snapping point. I find it more interesting and a convenient way of avoiding the potential seabed of cliches that come with a traditional love song. 

mwe3: “Treason” is a pretty harsh word. Did you write the song lyrics about a relationship?

Mutter Slater: A bit of a rarity for me. I don’t write autobiographical songs very often. I inexcusably treated a fine lady rather shabbily sometime back. As our feelings grew farther apart, I became to feel further removed from the love scene like a bad actor in a play – hence the metaphor used here. The bridge section hopes that all is well with her now, while I’m under no illusion that there may be forgiveness. 

mwe3: “Show Me You Care” is a great plea for eternal youth. It's a hopeful song right? Your voice is really strong on that track. Great chord changes.

Mutter Slater: The song is built upon a four chord turn around - three chords if you count F7 and F as one chord. A sad old man expresses his desires for a younger woman, his fear of inevitable rejection forces the lyrics to be an unexpressed inner monologue. 

mwe3: “This Is Gold” sells itself. The big beat is there, a great hook, one of your best vocals. Verdi and Ed Sheeran in the same sentence is unusual.

Mutter Slater: Again, no hidden meaning. I do try to have fun writing lyrics for the more straight-forward songs by; injecting a touch of humour, odd imagery, or wordplay. Hence ‘Rigoletto’ and ‘Ed Sheeran’ in the same sentence. 

mwe3: The song “The Masquerade” starts off grim and builds to a kind of “Hey Jude” closing choruses. How come we can’t seem to stop the strangers that ‘camp round our fires”?

Mutter Slater: This is a global view of the same predicament explored in "The Party". Children are dying, ‘strangers’ (governments, media etc) are spinning us lies in our own homes (‘round our fires’) yet all we do is ‘hit the town’ and let ourselves go, but never mind ‘the lights will keep us warm’. 

mwe3: "Heading For A Fall" sounds like Elvis or Carl Perkins style Rockabilly. Did you have early rocker favorites when you were younger, during pre-Beatles era music.

Mutter Slater: I’ve written 2 or 3 songs with this kind of groove. I’m not really sure what that groove may be though – somewhere in the vast expanse that lay between Rock and Western Swing? The nature of the lyrics is a nod towards truly great rock lyricists like Chuck Berry and Eddie Cochran.

mwe3: “Troubadour Heaven” is one of the best songs on the album. It sounds like a plea to return to earlier times?

Mutter Slater: This was inspired by a documentary on BBC television about ‘The Troubadour’ in Los Angeles, especially around the turn of the 1960s into the ‘70s, when the likes of Joni Mitchell, Neil Young, Elton John and James Taylor first played there. In an interview for the program, David Crosby talked of the wonderful things to be had and enjoyed at the club then added ‘It was too good to be true’. Hence the line in the song. 

mwe3: “Keep Me From Fear” sounds like a Stackridge song, especially with your flute into. The chord changes are brilliantly executed. There are lots of blessings spoken about. Bless my only son, is that a religious lyric or are you speaking about your son? 

Mutter Slater: My childhood was spent in the countryside, and this is a very pastoral piece of music. The two verses contrast the difference in village life between the old days and now. In the first verse the church still has an influence on the community even if it’s just the sound of the tolling bells. But these bells are still in the second verse and the church gates are shut, whilst the ‘windows whisper’ as people watch their televisions. But human fears and hopes remain the same in both scenarios – ‘bless the life we have, and the life to come’ etc…

mwe3: Tell us about working with Proper and also is Thoroughbred your label?

Mutter Slater: Adrian Collis, of Thoroughbred Music, was a mate of long standing, so we decided to join forces again for the release of The Masquerade. Adrian had all the dealings with Proper, so I have no insight as far as that is concerned. Sadly, Adrian passed away a few weeks ago so these ties have been severed. 

mwe3: Does the music industry still exist in your opinion? How many solo albums have you done so far?

Mutter Slater: If there is a music industry it only really serves the global brands, the likes of MSB and countless artists of any age are out of the loop. We exist as a sort of cottage industry, making our wares at home and trying to flog enough to recoup the cost. I only do it because I can’t help myself – I have to write and I’m lucky enough to have a band of very talented friends who share my enthusiasm.

I have released 6 solo albums so far and I can honestly say that not one of them was conceived as a way to make money, which is just as well because none of them succeeded financially. Writing songs, performing and recording them is a vital part of me and I can’t see me stopping any time soon. 

mwe3: Do you still keep in touch with the Stackridge guys? I was sad to see Angel Air dissolve after so many great years but are they still distributing the Stackridge albums and your album The Champ and Andy and James' albums too.

Mutter Slater: Angel Air Records is now part of Cherry Red. They have recently remastered and re-released the Stackridge back catalogue. I understand that these are rather well done, but I’m yet to collect my copies from Mike Tobin. I speak to and see Andy occasionally, but he is the only one who I remain in touch with. I don’t look back with any sense of longing. I’m more than contented with my life now in every respect. 

 

 

 

The Masquerade – Song Lyrics 

THE PARTY

Welcome my friend this is the party, 
They’ll take your hat and coat and toss them on the floor. 
The mirror is cracked the plaster is falling, 
The barman’s saintly smile belies some years of pain. 
The party is dead, the party is dead, 
But tonight we’ll give no quarter, 
Bring our livers to the slaughter, 
And lose our minds in all the razzamatazz. 

There’s plenty to eat, if you’re not fussy, 
There’s food to make you think and drink to make you blind. 
The party is dead etc. 

There’s blood on the couch and teeth in the corner, 
Panic floods the room just like some stale perfume, 
It’s best not to stare, but don’t you just wonder, 
Who invited all these people anyway?
The party is dead etc. 

 

LET’S CALL IT A DRAW

We are unbroken, believe it or not, 
The words we’ve spoken? Don’t give ‘em a thought. 
We drew no battle plans when we went to war, 
Now that it’s over, let’s call it a draw. 

True love? You're jokin’, don’t even exist, 
True love is hokum, it’s sealed with a kiss. 
We share every day with life in the raw, 
We’ve made it so far, let’s call it a draw. 

Our hearts were forged in fire, plunged into ice, 
Our love will see us through another, another fight. 

True love don’t even last when life is a ball, 
We’ve done it our way, let’s call it a draw. 

 

TREASON

Bring down the final curtain, open the doors, 
The crowds have had their fill of drama. 
The play was not all they had hoped, 
The scenes of romance proved too hard to take. 

First night – the nervous fumble, with giggling off, 
And now the endless, restless silence, 
I did my best (not good enough), 
The closing line was too much to bear. 
Treason: I know your name. 
In the spotlight I lost my page, 
My hasty exit to no applause. 
Treason, I bear the shame. 

I hope that everything has turned out well, 
I hope there’s someone to make your day, 
I hope that time has dulled the memory, 
But I don’t hope for mercy, 
No, I don’t hope for mercy, 
Mercy, mercy. 

Treason etc. 

 

SHOW ME YOU CARE

Oh, look at you now, ain’t you the sweetest thing, 
Sweetest thing I’ve seen? 
Man, you are a peach, hung up on the highest twig, 
Tempting me to reach. 

I, I have a heart, it has a mile or two, 
Or more on the clock. 
Let’s go for a ride, you know the tank is full, 
And the engine’s hot. 
Show me you care etc. 

You’ve got my drift, I’ve got your number, 
I've got a plan and a bank account to plunder, 
Let’s paint the town some goddam awful colour, 
And keep on going til the poisoned moon goes under. 
Before we drink ourselves into a slumber, 
We’ll get tattoos of one sort or another, 
Catch a taxi home to satisfy our hunger, 
Then laugh at all the photographs of me when I was younger. 
Show me you care etc. 

If this body ain’t the sort you’re after, 
Somebody said that kinda thing don’t matter, 
I can do the charm, I can do the chatter, 
I can keep on talkin’ til my jawbone takes a fracture. 
I could be your lover, I could be your father, 
Plenty of the former, a little of the latter. 
Let’s go home, forget the jibber-jabber, 
Let’s make love til my spine begins to shatter. 
Oh look at you now, you are the sweetest thing, 
Sweetest thing I’ve seen? 
 

THIS IS GOLD

This ain’t no magnum opus, don’t ya know? 
This ain’t no half-baked idea, just for show. 
Sister, mother, truth be told, 
Father, brother, this is gold. 
It’s a gift from above, you’ll be impressed, 
Any way you slice it, this is gold. 

Rigoletto, this it ain’t, 
Nor Ed Sheeran, being quaint. 
All you mothers, are you sold? 
Listen mothers, this is gold. 
It’s a gift from above, have some of this. 
Any way you slice it, this is gold. 

 

THE MASQUERADE

Someone tell me how we came upon such times? 
Mothers are weeping, 
The hope they bore will cry no more. 

How come the wheels grind on and on, on and on? 
How come the strangers, 
Camp round our fires, spinning us lies? 

When darkness falls; 
We’ll hit the town and for a while, 
We’ll dance, we’ll dance the night away, 
We’ll drink until dawn, we’ll laugh at the masquerade, 
And the lights will keep us warm, 
Yes, the lights will keep us warm. 

The lights will twinkle (just like starlight), 
And they’ll keep us warm. 

 

HEADING FOR A FALL

You're bombing down the highway like a bullet from a gun, 
Driving to the music and heading for the sun. 
There’s money in your pocket and petrol in the tank, 
You’ve had a glimpse of heaven and don’t know who to thank. 
Hold on, when a voice says hold on, 
You'd better heed the call; you’d better heed the call. 
When life can get no better, don’t ya know? 
You’re heading for a fall. 

You’re leaning in The Standard with a smile on your face, 
The drink it tastes of nectar and your happy with your pace, 
A pretty little vixen brushes up against your side, 
Hits you with a smile and says she’ll be your bride. 
Hold on etc 

Everything is riding on the turn of one more card, 
The pot is a volcano, all the chips are chipped and charred. 
When dealing with the devil, you’d better stay awake, 
The bank account is empty and eveything’s at stake. 
Hold on etc. 

When everything feels so good, it’s because it’s misunderstood. 

 

TROUBADOUR HEAVEN

The word was unbroken, forever they’d reign, 
Princes of fortune with nothing to pay, 
Every heartbeat was a blast, 
Troubadour heaven was too good to last. 

Time had its moment, time had its say, 
Even for princes and all they surveyed. 
Every heartbeat was a blast etc. 

Golden-eyed angels singing so sweet, 
Rose-scented blossoms cling to their feet, 
Shimmering halos guiding the way, 
Golden-eyed angels lost count of the days. 

 

KEEP ME FROM FEAR

The meadows hum below the morning sun, 
The church bells stir the breaking day, 
The dew has gone and so redemption comes, 
As people bow their heads to pray. 
Bless the life we have and the life to come, 
Bless my only son and hold him near, 
And while I have you here, 
Keep me from fear. 

The bells are still, the church is resting now, 
As father holds the iron gates. 
The sky is grey, there’s thunder on the hills, 
As windows whisper in the rain. 
Bless the life we have and the life to come, 
Bless my only son and hold him dear, 
And while I have you here, 
Keep me from fear.

 

 

 


 

 
   
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