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Review: Sparks’ 26th Release Keeps The Innovative, Bizarre, Creative, and Skewed Faith

Sparks
The Girl Is Crying In Her Latte
(Island)
4 1/2 out of 5 stars

How is this possible? Sparks, the offbeat outfit of brothers Ron and Russell Mael that began in 1971, is not only still cranking out wonderfully warped albums over five decades later, but sound as innovative, brash, funny, and generally creative, arguably more so, as when they started.

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Release number 26 arrives after the well-received The Sparks Brothers (2021) documentary, similarly feted 2020 A Steady Drip, Drip, Drip (a highlight in their ongoing series of twisted, crazy quilt releases), and wildly successful 2022 tour that solidified the groupโ€™s larger-than-cult status. This collection, somewhat unexpectedly, returns the twosome to the Island label where Sparks first achieved acclaim.

To say it sounds like another great Sparks set might be damning it with faint praise. But how keyboard playing Ronโ€”who composes the music and lyrics for another batch of cunning, bizarre, theatrical, and above all humorously skewed songs that never go where you think they mightโ€”can stay at the top of his game after this long in the art/pop trenches is inspirational. There arenโ€™t many other songwriters in Sparksโ€™ genre, whatever that might be, creating their finest work 50 years on. There may not be any.

Those new to the Sparks experience need to look no further than this setโ€™s title for an idea of Maelsโ€™ mindset. Add songs such as โ€œNothing Is as Good as They Say It Isโ€ and โ€œThe Mona Lisaโ€™s Packing, Leaving Late Tonightโ€ to grasp how Ron looks at the world from a viewpoint most others donโ€™t, or canโ€™t.

Musically, there arenโ€™t major changes. The Maelsโ€™ combination of theatre, dance, prog, electronic, and yeah, pop continues to find fresh ways to entertain. Some songs have choruses, some donโ€™t, most zig when you expect them to zag and every one of them sounds like well, Sparks.

No singer is like Russell, nor could most pull off the alternately soaring and stoic vocals that make Ronโ€™s lyrics land with such a dryly flippant punch. All address offbeat, random topics like 1940s sex symbol Veronica Lakeโ€™s hair, noticing a girl on the escalator Russell is attracted to but is unsure of asking out (Sheโ€™s going up while Iโ€™m going down), or the slow ballad about a marriage that has outlasted its better days on โ€œGee, That Was Fun,โ€ (You were a bit too good for me/Didnโ€™t take long โ€˜til you agreed) as the songโ€™s time signature changes in the middle, then back again. Those who listen to โ€œWhen You Leaveโ€โ€”where Russell sings about all the exciting things planning to happen at a party when he exitsโ€ฆ then stays just to annoy his hostsโ€”without busting out in laughter or at least a goofy smile, isnโ€™t on Sparksโ€™ inimitable wavelength. 

Six of 14 tracks add a full band enhancing Ronโ€™s multiple, overdubbed, mostly electronic keyboards which keeps the sound fresh. But as usual, itโ€™s the quirky songs and artful, casual, sometimes caffeinated presentation that makes Sparksโ€™ music so refreshing in its own bespoke way.

Fifty more years? Sparks are ready. Are we?    

Photo by Munachi Osegbu