Tuesday 29th July 2025
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Some Vague Opinions about Politics

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I’m chilling in the Babylove toilets when a twitchy slimeball sidles up and asks to buy some mephedrone.

“Uh, like, even if I had some, I wouldn’t sell to you,” I say, feeling like someone off The Wire.

“Please!’ he cries, a tear running down his cheek. ‘I’m desperate! I’ll do anything! Listen, I’m editing Cherwell this term. Sort me out and you can be our new political columnist. What d’ya say?”

I feel torn. Primarily because I don’t really know anything about politics. I haven’t been obsessively following the latest polls. I’m not totally up to date with every bit of campaign minutiae. If you looked me in the eye, I couldn’t tell you which party stands where on any issue. It’d probably be a bad idea. But I thought again, and realised that I make up for my so-called ‘fundamental lack of the basic knowledge that might conceivably qualify one as a political commentator’ with an overwhelming and undying love for NICK CLEGG and the LIBERAL DEMOCRATS.

Yep. The Leaders Debate? I watched it. I hunkered down cross-legged in front of the TV with popcorn and a look of wide-eyed fascination as the man who would rule the country and my heart debated Gordon and Dave out the room.

Before that night, I was a lost child, running haphazardly through a political wasteland, futilely tripping over legislation and erratically bumping against random scraps of opinion like a fly in a greenhouse. But Nick’s free spirited laissez faire free market ‘fuck the man’ attitude to the political institution set me free. I didn’t know who this young Che Guevara was, or what he stood for, but I knew he could shake things up and I wanted part of that.

I leapt into action. Would you believe that before the debate I wasn’t a member of any political Facebook groups? Well, that changed very quickly. Modifying my status to something pro-Nick and vowing to disown every Tory voter I knew was only the start. Soon I’d filled my entire news feed with manifesto links, invites to LibDem events and photoshops of Clegg as the nietzschean ubermensch. To my friends I was a hero. I was Paxman. “Don’t thank me,” I said. “Just doing my job.”

But a terrible realisation crept in. I was not Oxford’s only newly-forged post-debate hotshot politico. My voice was lost against all the bickering and white noise. I realised that people might simply ignore my opinion, mistaking me for all the others. It was crushing.

Which is where this column comes in. My big chance had arrived. I decided.
“Ok,” I tell the editor. “Deal. But you have to give me a handjob as well.” He nods dejectedly.

Student journalism rules.


Next week, T-Pain has some wildly inaccurate thoughts about OUSU Constitutional Reform.

Muhammad in a bear suit? Not offensive

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The news that South Park has offended someone is…well, not normally news. The show likes to characterise itself as an equal opportunity offender – so it’s probably more of an insult not to have been a target, just through virtue of being considered below notice. And indeed, anyone who only watched the first couple of series would not be far wrong in saying that the cartoon did often seem pointlessly crude.

One can only assume that the people behind Revolution Muslim, then, aren’t big enough fans of the show to have noticed its increasing sophistication over the years. The US-based blog warned creators Matt Stone and Trey Parker that they would likely end up “like Theo van Gogh”, after they depicted the prophet Muhammad hidden in a bear suit. Van Gogh was murdered for associating Islam with violence towards women, so the comments have attracted some attention.

“While South Park certainly insulted someone, it didn’t insult Muhammad.”

I suggest that Revolution Muslim hasn’t noticed the sophistication of the show, because the blog seems to have misunderstood the joke.

Their basic response is as follows:

1. South Park insulted Muhammad.
2. The penalty is death.
3. We aren’t trying to incite violence, but you better watch out.

You can get the rest in the link above, but that’s essentially it. The problem here is that while South Park certainly insulted someone, it didn’t insult Muhammad. There are two better candidates.

First, there are the networks, who have repeatedly bowed to threats from extremists, and forced shows to censor themselves. South Park has a history of taking issue with this – just have a look at the two part “Cartoon Wars” episodes; in them, FOX is pushed to the wall by the ever-popular family guy, who demand to, guess what, depict the Prophet Muhammad. 

“We see Buddha snorting coke with abandon”

Secondly, there are the extremists themselves, who are obvious targets for insults, having made the threats in the first place. Hence in the episode causing the current ruckus, we see Buddha snorting coke with abandon. The insult is not to the Buddha, or Buddhists – it’s actually a compliment, because it’s pointing out that they aren’t about to threaten the show’s creators with death, even for such a blatantly offensive characterisation of something religiously important to them.

So, Revolution Muslim is quite wrong – South Park hasn’t insulted Muhammad, it has insulted murderers and network executives. Which seems alright to me.

South Park is forced to make its point in this way, by (admittedly otherwise degradingly) dressing Muhammad up in a bear suit, only because of the very threats that Revolution Muslim seems to be at best predicting, and at worst encouraging.

And it really does lean towards encouraging. They claim they aren’t trying to incite violence. But then they repeatedly endorse the penalty of death for insulting the Prophet-“The renowned scholar Imam Malik said, ‘If someone says that the button of the Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) is dirty, then he should be executed!'” At no point does the blog implore people not to seek violent revenge. So the notion that their agenda is merely to seek a better “dialogue” is pretty ludicrous; you can’t say you’re seeking a peaceful exchange of ideas, whilst both justifying and not ruling out the murder of your prospective pen-pal.

If Revolution Muslim believes that Parker and Stone should take stock of the potential implications of their actions, perhaps they should re-examine their own. Supporting violence is contrary to stopping satire of Islam.

If nobody thought that it was justified to murder on the basis of offence, South Park wouldn’t have a leg to stand on. And then they just wouldn’t do it; depicting Muhammad would be needlessly offensive and culturally insensitive, and for a show which has changed its brief from mindless scat-jokes to fairly astute commentary, there would be no fun in it.

So if anyone should watch their words, Revolution Muslim is the first on the list. 

Review: The Glass Menagerie

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Oxford Playhouse, 20-24th April

The Glass Menagerie, currently at the Oxford Playhouse, is fantastic, beautiful, and absolutely worth your time. However, it’s also nearly sold out, so run and book your tickets now. I’ll wait… And reward you with 700 words of reasons why that was a good idea.

Done? On with the show.

Beautiful, overwhelming, intense; these are the words that you find yourself repeating when you try to describe the experience of seeing Polly Teale’s adaption of The Glass Menagerie. I was held rapt for 2 hours by the seeming effortlessness of her production.

TGM is an autobiographical work by Tennessee Williams. Drawn from his own experience of having a sister committed to a sanatorium by their Mother, the play is set in their tenement building, a poor approximation of a family home. Boundaries weaken frequently; every so often, Teale allows the set proper to fall away, as we head into the recesses of blurred fantasy and memory.

Said boundaries are further dismantled with nods from Williams himself; openly and unabashedly highlighted is the process of writing that drives the narrative proper. It’s cleverly done, and doesn’t feel labored in the slightest. Teale refers to it as all being part of her own ‘expressionist’ interpretation of the text; her success is in making that true without also demanding you work to appreciate the full impact of that.

The Wingfield family’s thirties apartment is not a happy place; neither is the inside of Williams’s head apparently. The family is made up of Tom, (effectively Williams himself), his sister, Laura, and his mother, Amanda. Laura has suffers from a lifelong disability, Amanda from a long ago divorce from which she has no plans to move on. Tom works in a shoe warehouse by day, the long hours broken up by sketching poetry in the bathroom cubicles. At night, he goes to the movies, comes home, late, and repeats. Incidentally, The Glass Menagerie of the title is a reference to the collection of souvenir decorative animals that Laura uses to escape reality, more so than is clearly good for her.

Descriptions of formalist choices and an outline of the narrative do not express what makes this such a success. TGM is, at least through Teale’s eyes, a rich, sweaty Southern fantasy. Thank the cast. Not just for their accents (but since you asked, perfect, in straddling that line between ‘authentic’ and ‘excessive’), but for their physicality. Amanda is a whirling, excitable, frantic image of a woman still learning how to deal with the real world again. Her doting on Tom, her sheltering of Laura, her tics and quirks and thoughts-out-loud, her penchant for the ‘good ole days’, her occasional instability – Imogen Stubbs gives an unmissable performance.

Three of the four characters are family; they’ve achieved an intimacy that means you’ll have no trouble believing it. No trouble, that is, until you find out that they managed all this with 5 weeks of rehearsal. Teale and the cast made vague references to rehearsals frequently involving exercises designed to drag them kicking like new-borns out of their comfort zone; a lot of screaming and raw emotion was involved, it was claimed. Do you hear that, directors of Oxford? Do not knock the Trust Circle until you have tried it. You’ll only have to look as far as Amanda ‘instructing’ Tom in drinking coffee, or the occasional diplomacy efforts by Laura on behalf of the bullheaded mother and son, for confirmation.

Polly Teale has conquered several challenges in bringing her particular vision to the stage, as well as doing so with such respect as to improve on Williams’s demandingly exact specifications for performance. She will take you by the hand, and walk you through the text, through the reality, through the memories, and through the fantasy, all of which intertwine before your eyes. The production is for everyone; a technical success for even the most hardened, jaded and cynical thesps such as my companion for the evening, and an example of what can be done with the form for novices like myself. This is Trinity. The one thing we all need right now is a bit of escapism to take the edge off of Oxford.

 

First Night: An Ideal Husband

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The sparkling Wildean wit of An Ideal Husband could raze almost any theatre to the ground, and is thus fitting for the final student performance at the Old Fire Station. The set design is practical and atmospheric in its period simplicity, and is complemented by an impressive wardrobe of beautiful costume. Effective use of the space expands the stage through inclusion of the staircase and wings, and a nice touch is added by the onstage piano, played during unnecessary blackouts for minor scene-changes.

Despite the excellent design and music, the play intermittently lacked in energy and enthusiasm as a result of one or two fluffed lines, which disappointingly knocked the confidence of an otherwise impressive cast. But as Oscar himself once said, ‘consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative’, and I’m sure he would have been delighted by the actors’ determined ability to get back on track in character and, a commendable last-minute cast change caused by the great ash cloud in the sky.

The well accented plummy-tones of the lead actors were at times lost at the back of the theatre, but what they lacked in clear enunciation they made up for with their excellent facial expression and clear sense of fun on stage. It is the minor characters that steal the show, with the recurring ‘yes sir’ of the butler echoed with all the various gossipy nuances of a pair of Society Ladies.

An Ideal Husband is a masterpiece in comedy heavily reliant on perfectly delivered lines encapsulating Wilde’s famous paradoxical philosophy. The cast, however, were unprepared for the laughter of the audience. There was also an unfortunate slowness to this production – especially when picking up cues – which hindered what is a marvellous, farcical plot. One hopes that the element of the unexpected, necessary for the humour to have any real impace, may be regained as the run, and confidence, progresses.

The production deserves recognition for its 0th week ambition, and I hope, despite lack of publicity, will receive the appreciative audience it deserves. An Ideal Husband is a worthy curtain call for over a decade of student performances at the OFS… Praise indeed indicative of the old adage, ‘there’s no smoke without fire.’

Verdict: Not overly Wilde, but an ideal send off

An Ideal Husband is at the Old Fire Station until Saturday

Homeopathic understanding

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At Café Scientifique, last night, I heard Dr Stephen Cartwright speak on ‘Homeopathy – Dispelling myths and establishing facts’. I had never been to one of these CaféSci evenings, but from the description, I was hoping it would attract plenty of people interested in hard scientific facts and theories. Even then, I took a print of the Sense about Homeopathy poster published by Sense about Science, just in case anyone might be interested in knowing more about it later. But within the first few minutes of the talk, I knew I would not need it.

Dr Stephen Cartwright, is a molecular biologist who, with support from private donations, started researching homeopathy in 2009. Prior to that he trained and setup his own business as a homeopath in Oxford in 1988. Last night, he began his talk with a story about how he first got into homeopathy, and that is when I neatly folded my Sense about Homeopathy poster and put it in my bag.

In 1984, he visited a homeopath, out of curiosity. After talking to the homeopath, he was prescribed some pills which he happily took; only to develop symptoms of sinus within 24 hours. That intrigued him and he took up the study of homeopathy. Folding my poster, I realised that the careful debunking of homeopathy on the poster would not be necessary.

‘After 20 years of practising homeopathy, I really wanted to understand the chemistry behind these remedies and that’s why I have put a lot of thought and came up with some experiments to gain some insight. He continued, ‘I will have to delve into some chemistry, please forgive the jargon.’ He goes onto explain his experiments. ‘It is well known’, he says, ‘that homeopathic potencies are affected by sunlight and magnets’ and thus of all the analytical techniques that man has invented to understand the chemistry of atoms, he could only use visible light spectroscopy. Of course, sunlight is visible light too but it is a mixture of a large range of wavelengths. Whereas, in visible light spectroscopy it is possible to shine a light of a particular wavelength on the sample in the cuvette.

Some definitions before we proceed; succussion means vigorous shaking of a diluted homeopathic preparation in order to activate the medicinal substance; potency is the dilution factor and in homeopathy, a solution that is more dilute has a higher potency.

Process: In a special cuvette, he mixes a drop of his potencies with 90% ethanol and measures absorption against a control. The control that he uses is non-succussed water, because homeopaths accept that water that has not been methodically shaken does not have any homeopathic remedy in it. The potencies which could be of various dilutions contain a poly substituted phenol. ‘More details cannot be divulged as it is a patentable finding’, he says.

Observations: With an increase in potency (increase in dilution) he sees increase in the absorbance. Different remedies give different absolute absorbance but same trend. The trend is not linear and because he hasn’t done enough experiments he is unable to calculate the trend. Also, a similar trend is observed with an increase in the succussion of a particular potency used. ‘Quite strange’, he admits.

Additional experiments: ‘Why’, he wondered, ‘is it that all homeopathic remedies are made in ethanol?’ He did the same tests with thirty different alcohols instead of the potency and found that the trend was found to be exactly same in case 2,4-pentane diol. What does that mean? Now he goes a step further on his claims and makes another theory to explain this phenomenon, ‘2,4-pentane diol is like two ethanol molecules back to back, thus the potencies might be in some way ordering the ethanol molecules to arrange themselves to form something like 2,4-pentane diol.’

Wow! Research deserving of a Nobel Prize! So why hasn’t he published it? Oh wait, there is a problem.

Problem: Results are not reproducible because too many factors affect his experiments, factors like time of the day, place in the lab, how many times was the potency shaken, etc. He also observed that when very rarely he has managed to get all the factors under control, that on some days he got the result and on other days he did not. So how to explain another strange phenomenon? Of course, another theory. He hypothesises that there is an oscillation in the potency. On some days it shows effects and on other days it does not.

On clinical trials he says, ‘These oscillations are the reason why clinical trials fail. Homeopathic remedies behave in strange ways and these clinical trials don’t take that into consideration. Obviously, the results will never be as predicted.’

On expiry date he says, ‘Homeopathic remedies have no expiry date. On occasions, I have found 20 year-old medicines are as active as ones made today.’

On future scope he says, ‘Homeopathy has been here for over 200 years. 40% of all prescriptions in India are homeopathic prescriptions. There is huge market for homeopathy but because it behaves in these strange ways we need new assays to test these remedies. The demand for these assays is urgent and the inventor will make a lot of money.’

At the end he quotes Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, who he claims based the character of Sherlock Holmes on a homeopath, “Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.”

So, enough of the talk. What about Q & A? Here are a few I remember:

Q: When you went to the homeopath in 1984, what problem did you have?

A: Nothing, I was quite healthy. Huh? Then why were you prescribed pills? Oh that! You see in talking to him for over an hour, I realised there were so many things that were wrong with me.

Q: What are your thoughts about the claim that water has memory?

A: Perhaps, I don’t know. There has to be some way to explain this strange phenomenon. May be it is true.

Q: Were the oscillations random or regular like a sinusoidal wave?

A: As far as I know, they were regular. Doesn’t that mean that you can then time clinical trials on the days you know the remedy will have a cure?!

Q: Considering that the potency is shaken in 90% ethanol and your claim that with more shaking you observe more absorbance. Is it possible that ethanol is simply dissolving glass or some impurities that are present in glass?

A: I am not aware of it. We take care that the glass used is clean. Of course you do. Did we doubt that? We were talking about dissolving glass or the impurities that get embedded in glass during the manufacturing process.

Q: If homeopathy is so widely used, why hasn’t homeopathy come up with new potencies?

A: Of course we have, you will be able to find potencies of tetracyclines. But tetracyclines are compounds made to combat disease. Making potencies that way is against the homeopathic principles, right? Homeopaths make potencies of things that cause the disease, right? Oh yes, we make potencies of tetracyclines to combat the side-effects produce by this drug.

Q: This room has many chemists today, including myself and we would to know if you would be willing to share your spectral data with us to let us analyse them?

A: Yes, I’d be willing to that. I am happy to collaborate. Surely, it will be better if you do this before you face the peer-review process.

Q: You have said that you have not published any of this research. But clearly these results have use for homeopaths, have you shared the information with them yet?

A: Not yet. I believe in coming up with a working hypothesis before I do that.

Q: Have you presented your results at a conference?

A: No I do not have money to do that. It is very difficult to find funding because of the fickle nature of the results I’ve obtained. But I will some day. That’s why I give talks at places like these. I came here hoping to be asked intelligent questions, of which there were none, so that I am able to hone my skills of defending my case of homeopathy.

It surprised me that in the many questions asked, no one ever brought the placebo effect into the conversation. It may be because even without that weapon he wasn’t able to come up with convincing answers for the audience. The last question he was asked is the best conclusion I could have asked for to conclude my blog post.

Q for the audience: Will people who have changed their minds about homeopathy after today’s talk, for the better or worse, please raise their hands?

3 out of about 30 raise their hands. The old man who asked this question says, ‘There, Dr Cartwright, that was a predictable and, I dare say, reproducible result.’

Win tickets to see The Disappearance of Alice Creed

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The Cherwell is offering its readers the opportunity to win a pair of tickets to a screening of The Disappearance of Alice Creed, starring Gemma Arterton.

‘On a suburban street, two masked men seize a young woman.  They bind and gag her and take her to an abandoned, soundproofed apartment. She is Alice Creed, daughter of a millionaire.  Her kidnappers, the coldly efficient Vic and his younger accomplice Danny, have worked out a meticulous plan. But Alice is not going to play the perfect victim – she’s not giving in without a fight. In a tense power-play of greed, duplicity and survival we discover that sometimes disappearances can be deceptive…’


The screening will take place in the Vue Ozone Leisure Park in Oxford. The tickets are non-specific in terms of dates or time. Please e-mail [email protected] as soon as possible to receive the tickets.

http://www.alicecreed.com

 

 

 

 

Review: Dear John

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Hailed as one of the must see romantic films of the year by American critics (and the market judging from its Box Office success), Dear John does not deliver for the British audience.

The storyline is most at fault; it dictates a slow pace that never quite grabs the attention. The two protagonists (Seyfried and Tatum) fulfil their roles adequately although one does wonder what Seyfried sees in the silent, hulking (sometimes gurning) latter. The use of letter-writing as a device is clever but not original (see Seyfried’s other film Letters to Juliet), although the romantic sentiment sometimes borders on the sickly. The cringe-worthy moments surrounding Tatum’s statement “wherever you are in the world the moon is smaller than your thumb” (not really a revelation considering perspective) are particularly agonising while the overuse of John’s name starts to wear very quickly and elicited laughter from the audience.

The poignant moments of this film are to be found in the supporting roles. Richard Jenkins as Tatum’s father portrays an endearing eccentric who is responsible for the more emotional scenes in the film. The discussion and treatment of his autism (his obsession with coins lends a useful backbone to the story) leads up to a cathartic moment that could have been over-dramatised but actually is incredibly touching. Luckily Channing’s slightly dodgy speech about him being a coin (“I was rimmed and stamped”) returns this film safely back into cheap rom-com mode.

Towards the end of the film the plot becomes tired – the pace becomes quicker and the characters rip through years with little explanation or emotion. This rapidity combined with some odd twists means that the film is never really resolved. My final thoughts were that Channing should never grow a goatee and that the best thing about this film is the title.

 

Volcanic ash is no excuse

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The return of students and staff to Oxford this week has been severely disrupted as volcanic ash has again forced the cancellation of flights in and out of the UK.

The flight ban is causing huge problems for those finalists who are due to sit official University examinations in 0th week. Other Universities, including Cambridge, have now postponed examinations till later in the term.

However, Oxford has stated that all examinations will continue to be held as timetabled.

Modern Language oral exams are taking place this week, despite numerous candidates being stuck overseas. A spokesperson for the Faculty of Ancient and Modern Languages commented that “All those unable to attend [their examinations] have been referred to the proctors”.

All undergraduates are due back in residence this Thursday. But it is anticipated that many international students, as well as those holidaying abroad, will be unable to return in time to sit their collections which are being held on Friday and Saturday.

Colleges are currently trying to determine how many students and members of staff will be missing from the University.

St John’s College is among those worst affected by the flights ban. Its President, Finance Bursar, Director of Development, Chaplain, Alumni Officer, Organ Scholar are all stranded overseas. Several members of its choir are unexpectedly stuck in the US.

The disruption is not just affecting academic work at Oxford. Former Bond man Roger Moore’s appearance at the Oxford Union was scheduled for this week.

The Union assure members that the talk will still go ahead this week, as he was able to reschedule his flight from Paris.

Oxford Earth Science finalists have also fallen ironic victims to the volcano which is preventing their return from a Greek volcanism fieldtrip.

A facebook group for stranded Oxford students has been set up by St Anne’s student Kai Alexander Mueller. One member of the group wrote, “No idea what will happen with my collections, or whether my college will charge me for this week’s residence (I wouldn’t be surprised).

“Generally, I think that both university and College could be a bit more helpful, because clearly I’m not the only one who has this kind of problem (I guess around 25% of students will be affected in some way, either because they’re international or because they can’t get back from holiday on time).”

The University did not offer any comments regarding the situation but stated that updates will be submitted to the student gateway website.

Students who are unable to return to University have been advised to contact their College Office or Department Course Administrator. Those unable to sit an examination are also instructed to notify their college immediately.

Many are now embarking on journeys via rail, coach and ferries. Services are however in high demand as an estimated 150,000 Britons attempt to struggle home.

Following a meeting this morning with the emergency planning committee Cobra, Gordon Brown announced that he will use three Royal Navy ships to pick up stranded British citizens.

Details of the government’s rescue plan are still emerging, but it is thought HMS Ark Royal and HMS Ocean will both be docking in France whilst HMS Albion will head to northern Spain where it is already due to pick up 220 troops. The Defence Minister, Lord West has talked about the possibility of picking up around 3,500 people across the fleet.

Such news, along with recent speculations that the volcano’s activity may be declining, has prompted some cautious optimism.

Second year Somerville student Matt Waksman remained upbeat, despite being stranded in Jerusalem. He said, “I’ll just have to catch up on collections and work when I’m back, there’s nothing I can do and I haven’t received any official advice from Oxford.

“At the moment I’m planning on getting to Rome next week and hoping to get home from there. More promising is Brown’s announcement that they will fly UK Citizens stranded outside of Europe to Spain, where they will be picked up by the British Navy.”

Flight restrictions were this morning extended by air traffic control service Nats to 1am on Tuesday. The announcement comes five days after ash from the Eyjafjallajökull volcano in Iceland first contaminated the atmosphere.

 

 

Vacation in Pictures Blog

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For 0th week, a selection of photos from different Vacation experiences this Easter…

 

Boulders Beach, Cape Town – Katie Leithead

 

Masks for sale at a shop in Barri Gótic, Barecelona – Jaani Riordan

 

 Una Kim – Female only Parking in Seoul, Korea

 

Andrew McCormack – Restaurant Tissemlal Casa Hassan, Marocco

 

Roses are Red, Marocco – Rachel Chew

 

Berlin Museum Man – Niina Tamura

 

Glass dome, Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II, Milan – Michelle Tan

Review: I Speak Because I Can

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I think I should probably state this up front: there are few people to whom I prefer listening than Laura Marling. As far as I’m concerned, she’s one of the best artists around at the moment, in one of the most interesting music collectives that London has seen in a good while.

Now that my bias has been fully established, I can proceed with less guilt.

I Speak Because I Can is one of life’s small joys.

Not small because it isn’t a truly great album, but because it is so completely understated and unpretentious. The follow-up to Alas I Cannot Swim shows Laura Marling on her way to becoming one of the great songwriters working today.

At first listen you could be forgiven for thinking that this was a different artist. The shyness that always characterised Marling’s live performances is gone, and in its place is a vocal style that is more muscular, displaying a far greater range of emotions.

The sense of growing maturity can be seen lyrically, in songs that explore womanhood, loss and the pain of growing up. The cryptic wordplay that characterised her debut has been scrapped in favour of songs that are small stories in themselves. I love this album mainly for its lyrics, for the precise way in which Marling captures feelings, imagining her way into situations in a way which is haunting.

The standout track What He Wrote displays this. Addressed to the longest suffering wife in mythology, Hera, it was inspired by wartime letters between a soldier and his girl at home, and poignantly captures the difficulties of long-distance love. Listening to her sing ‘He had to leave, though I begged him to stay’, their pain becomes very present.

Musically, Marling has also changed, and the songs show a great diversity of sound. Overall the album is darker, from the banjo led stomp of Devil’s Spoke to the pared back simplicity of Made By Maid. It is also mercifully nothing like as overproduced as its predecessor. Ethan Jones’ production is unobtrusive, while also giving the album a “sound” as a whole.

If you are someone who will be put off by the label “folk”, then let this album be your opportunity to reconsider the genre. There is nothing beardy or vegan here, just a collection of beautiful songs which will stay with you long after the music stops.

five stars