Musical Interlude: Cop Out

One of my favourite musicians of all time, Richard H Kirk of Cabaret Voltaire, passed away last week.

I was devastated.  It's not often I legitimately mourn a musician's passing, even one I liked.  In RHK's case, I have good reason... his music, one song in particular, literally changed the direction of my life.

That song was Cop Out, from the album Hoodoo Talk, a collaboration with poet Peter Hope.

I'd hated the song at first, from its screechy, out-of-tune intro, to Hope's oddly intoned lyrical delivery (you can't call it singing).  It was off-putting.  The lyrics were weird.  It was too long.

But it grew on me.

Then I got it.

This song triggered a long period of self-reflection and, well, I won't get into the rest.  If you've been following my blog, my old website, or my local forum posts, you'll already know and have cringed.

I won't say more.

Thank you, Richard.

 

... I hung that love up in a tree and span it 'round...