watch The Cannanes’ ‘lost’ video for “Sound of the City” from ‘A Love Affair with Nature’ reissue
The picture disc vinyl reissue of Australian indie vets The Cannanes' literate, romantic 1989 classic A Love Affair with Nature is out today via Chapter Music. As I've written before, if you like Belle & Sebastian, The Go Betweens and Beat Happening, The Cannanes fit in there nicely. You can stream the whole thing below.
We're also premiering a video for the album's "Sound Of the City" which is both new and old. All the footage was shot on Super 8 on one day in May, 1989 by Patty Stirling and the band, but the footage was never used. It was dusted off, transferred to video, and edited together by Geoffrey O'Connor of The Crayon Fields. The band's David Nichols tells us, "The video is us (of course) with friends like Annabel and Michelle, hanging out in Redfern I guess and for some reason – I do not remember how or why – we went to Gladesville! If you’d asked me before I saw this I would swear I had never been a pedestrian on the Gladesville Bridge, just admired it from afar, but the evidence is hard to refute." You can watch this lost artifact below.
Nichols talks a little more about "Sound of The City" and the making of A Love Affair with Nature, which you can read below.
Half of A Love Affair with Nature was written in the studio, and there are only ten songs on the record because that was literally the absolute sum total of songs we had in our new three-piece form. Most of the tunes were recorded first, and then words added later, but in the case of ‘Sound of the City’, Fran had the whole thing ready to go, with Stephen’s melody. I have a strong recollection from 1987 or 1988 of arguing with Fran about the merits of the Ronettes song ‘I Can Hear Music’ which I knew through the Beach Boys’ (beautiful) version and which she did not like. I always thought that hijacking the ‘sound of the city’ line out of that song was kind of a subversive take on ‘I Can Hear Music’, but like almost everything that’s surely lost in the mists of time. The video is us (of course) with friends like Annabel and Michelle, hanging out in Redfern I guess and for some reason – I do not remember how or why – we went to Gladesville! If you’d asked me before I saw this I would swear I had never been a pedestrian on the Gladesville Bridge, just admired it from afar, but the evidence is hard to refute. I’d like to say something lame like those summers were golden but of course when you’re 22 you have no fucking idea about anything, not that you have much more of an idea when you’re 51. I had just come back from the UK not that long before and one thing I did know was that Australia’s music scene at that time was streets ahead of the crap they were churning out in London in the mid-80s, those horrendous C86 bands whose shabby awfulness stunned me. We thought that twee nonsense was hilarious, but it wasn’t, it was ghastly. Anyone who thought we fitted into that category didn’t get us at all. Which was probably how we liked it. Anyway, Memory Lane, nice place to walk through hurriedly with your eyes down not looking left or right.