F December 12, 1986 Page 8 The Other Press ——Orher EntertainmMeNT—— Spoons spark rave review SPOONS “Bridges over Borders” (Anthem Records) Finally, after an absence from the music scene since the release of the “Tell No Lies/Romantic Traffic” single and the “Listen to the City” soundtrack by Gordon Deppe in 1984, the long awaited fourth album- by Canada’s Sp- oons, “Bridges over Borders” has been released, this time under a new label: Anthem Records and with two new members: Scott McDonald on_ keyboards and Steve Kendry on drums. Spoons have matured con- siderably since their last full length LP, “Talkback” in 1983. The new songs on “Bridges over Borders” are cleverly arranged by Gordon Deppe, the vocalist/guit- arist and helped on five of the nine songs by _bassist/vocalist Sandy Horne. The tunes are fr- esh and unique, interwoven with subtle touches. The sound is more guitar-based than their previous efforts and has more punch. The first single is the title cut and opening track, “Bridges over Borders” which is an energetic, yet moody song that has a lot of substance. Though all the songs have single potential, the albums best cuts are: “Clever” (which gets you thinking about relationships and haunting thoughts),. “On the Beach” (a song that could warm up the winter), “Rodeo”, “Tidal Wave” and “Like a Memory’, which are all energetic tunes that you know will come across great at a live performance. The lyrics are cleverly written and well balanced by Gordon, who also plays a mean guitar - similar to that of U2’s “The Edge”. Gordon’s vocal work is powerful and emotional, especially on “Be Alone Tonight”, a powerful ballad on which Sandy Horne adds her ethereal backing vocals, which come across as being very effec- tive. Besides being an additional vocalist Sandy provides excep- tional bass work on all songs and is great to watch live. The fantastic keyboard is ev- ident especially on the title song, “Clever” and “Be Alone Tonight” , Steve Kendy adds to the Spoons that solid feel they lacked when they used to use a rhythm mach- ine heavily. He is a hard hitting drummer that plays like a human drum machine. This album should be the one to build’ the Spoons bridges to cross the borders of international recognition. To Gordon Deppe, a man who loves change, this al- bum is that change. On stage, the Spoons are phenomenal. My friend, Neil, and I caught them live at Club Soda on the 17th of November, in front of a capacity crowd and couldn’t believe how great they were live. They played all the songs from the new LP, five songs from “Arias and Sympho- nies” (their 2nd LP), a couple off of “Talkback” and their sizzling first single - “Nova Heart’. The highlight of the show was when the all-too-beautiful Sandy Horne took to the microphone, “One in Ten Words”, and when Gordon took control of the crowd in “Romantic Traffic” and “Tell no Lies”. The Spoons have added an si Cm ed es OVER RDERS ¥ additional guitarist, Colin Cr- ipps, for the live show is very ef- fective. Gordon sings through- out the show with emotion and force. For their | awesome performance, they recieved a do- uble encore. Thank you Gord, Sandy, Scott, Steve and Colin for sharing your magic with Van- couver and providing me with a memory that I will never forget. Kenn S. [WANT YOU T’was the night before finals and all through the land, Every Chem book was open, every pencil in hand. The students sat trying to remember things they had read While visions of Hydrocarbons danced in their heads. I, at the chalkboard, all covered in dust, Had just settled down for the night’s final thrust. When out in the hallway there came such a chatter, I heard some say, “all things are but matter”. And then in ran an anxious worried lad, saying, “I’ve been in Persad’s office and boy we’ve been had”. And what to my wondering eyes did I see? “Synthesize “Nitro Benzene’ to ‘TNT’”. My head rushed, my throat tightened, I had to do something quick The thought of such a final exam made me feel sick. Faster than lightning and louder he came, For in ran Dr. Persad and called out our names: “Now Eric, now Kaps, now Jay and Doug Lee, Out Travers, you’re stupid, and take Rod with thee.” From the top of the stairs to the end of the hall, “Get out! Yes, get out! You’re all in.class come next fall. As boiling ‘HCL’ in the lab, students die. Since it is your first time Ill give you one more try.” So up to the fourth floor we all flew, there sat the Deans, what was next we all knew. And in a neat row sat six solitary booths, Each with a final exam, the moment of truth. As we all settled down to the questions we found, Out rang the fire bell, what a glorious sound. In ran a fireman, drenched head to foot. _ His clothes were all dirty and covered in soot. “Good tidings,” he shouted. “No time to do that, Get out the window, jump down to the mat”. I asked where it started, he said down the hall. It was someone’s still, I knew it was Paul. And through the windows we saw the chemicals flow, And Paul, with no hair, was beginning to glow. Stout pipette he held close to his side, As the bubbling mixture began to subside. Persad’s jolly face and big round belly, shook when he laughed like petroleum jelly. We all then laughed at Paul’s dismay As the acid that spilt ate the floor away. With a wink of Persad’s eye and a twist of his head, We all went back to the final for nothing could be said. As we climbed up the stairs to go back to work, Persad turned to us all, “Do you think I’m a jerk?” And into his office he searched in the dark, And gave us all A’s on our final mark. The pain was all over for I had endeared. It was not over, not the end of the show, - For I still had Chem 420 left to go. try _Cornep——— by Dave Travers