Emmy the Great - First Love

I recently had a conversation by email with Ian Mathers about his review of Los Campesinos!’ second album. He comments on how it could never replicate the effect of their debut, thanks to not featuring songs which fans had already grown to love and waited expectedly for. I said again that I love wab, wad even more of the two and that it was interesting that I hadn’t had the same experience at all.

You may guess where this is going, but here’s the thing – I saw Los Campesinos! only once a relatively short time before their debut’s release, and didn’t listen to anything apart from the singles. I’ve only seen Emmy the Great twice, but the first was a year and a half ago and from then on I’ve been devouring the vast quantities of demos, singles and collaborations of hers that have been available.

I’ve had more than twelve months of slowly growing to adore her My Bad EP to the point where it’s odd to think that it’s a mere 5 songs and 13 minutes of acoustic alt-folk. More than twelve months of trying to get any news I can on an album, of groaning at repeated delays, of blind panic when even a month beforehand it still wasn’t on Amazon and I briefly, irrationally, feared that the “Hallelujah” issue had claimed it whole.

She has in fact stuck by “First Love”, even making it the single. That’s only right, because it remains a wonderful song (almost) entirely of her own, a well-spun yarn that totally captures the evocative and not always welcome power of memory and of music.

And so with it we have, at last, First Love the album (that’s not exactly a title to manage down expectations). And here I am at a loss to form an opinion on it in any normal way because it’s all too wrapped up in my expectations. The joy of finally getting to hear recorded versions of “First Love” and “Bad Things Coming, We are Safe”, of the violin led folksy swing of “Dylan” taking full shape, goes beyond just that of the fine songs themselves.

Weirdly the only two songs that I hadn’t already heard at least once are the first two, but they make for just as fine an introduction. “Absentee” builds up an affecting story from fractured phrases, with objects rather than memories that are the focal point – ‘brown laces’, ‘strange pictures’, ‘CDs, carkeys, diaries’. “24” is an even more terrific demonstration of Emmy’s skewed world view and way with words, turning with a hushed grace from watching the titular TV show to aging and death and missed chances.

Then there’s the three tracks from that EP make it on and despite having already seemed fully formed in simple acoustic form they are dressed in new clothes. “The Easter Parade” remains a haunting hymnal for the unfaithful and acquires a charming coda. “City Song” is relatively untouched and ‘They pulled a human from my waist… I would have kept it if I’d stayed’ is certainly an arresting line to close the album on. But “M.I.A.” doesn’t feel the same. The added backing vocals undercut the jarring, stark loneliness that suffused the whole song and instead it only emerges, concentrated, in the final line of the song.

The sheer number of fantastic songs that Emmy had already released also make for inevitable disappointment when favourites don’t make it. No otherworldly “Secret Circus”, no disarming honesty of “Two Steps Forward”. And no “Aiko”, even though it had it all – beauty, loss, romance, Cantonese… perhaps that one at least is for the best, as I can’t imagine the EP version being bettered. I can still listen to that EP compulsively, and now I also have First Love somewhere between ‘really great’ and ‘album of the year contender’ too. Will have to live with it a while longer to decide which, and I’m going to enjoy it a great deal either way.