Horseplay, whose oversized packaging folds out into a Ouija board, is a peripatetic, eclectic magpie’s nest of styles, with Coles alternating between a badass Beef-heartian blues rasp and a more courtly Cole Porter diction, while Coates provides an alluring cut-and-past backing of vintage found sounds.
Supposedly recorded in boozy single takes, this “collision” between The Real Tuesday Weld’s Stephen Coates and the Guillotines’ Joe Coles is a lusty pile-up of bad-ass blues polkas. Subtle it isn’t, but the reckless racket is bracing and the mock-machowit (“I’m manly, I’m Desperate Danly!”) is leavening. The sleeve is a Ouija board, the noise within might just raise the dead.
Like I, Lucifer before it, The Last Werewolf is inspired by a novel by Mancunian author Glen Duncan who stated in interview that The Real Tuesday Weld has “the depressing knack of getting into three verses and a chorus what I’ve just spent 100,000 words on”. The themes on the record are transformation and the loss of what you love (werewolves being such inconsiderate lovers), and it has the right degree of violence, debauchery and decadence, suffused with film noir atmospherics.
The Last Werewolf by The Real Tuesday Weld is rapidly becoming my favourite album of the year, with their “You’re Gonna Live” the best song released this year and “Tear Us Apart” not far behind. I first became aware of the songwriting genius of Mr. Stephen Coates ten years ago when I was running the….