Cherub Rock – Smashing Pumpkins (1993, Hut Records)
It’s the day before Valentines Day when I’m typing this, and the boys and girls in my daughter class have all been feeling very silly for the past couple of weeks. You see such and such has a crush on such and such, and apparently he tried to rizz her up outside the village shop but her dad was there so he couldn’t. We will see tomorrow how many Valentines Card fall through the door for my daughter. I expect the postman will have to bring the bigger van though.
I sent my first Valentine card when I was 12 to a red headed girl called Louisa. I didn’t sign it but left it sticking out of her coat pocket one lunch time, designed in a way that she would definitely find it. Two weeks later at a lad called Matthew’s birthday party she snogged a lad called Clive, utterly convinced that he sent her the Valentines Card (I know this because she told her best friend Emma all about it).
The second Valentine Card I ever sent was to a girl called Michelle who lived around the corner from my nan. I used to smile soppily at her whenever I saw her, she didn’t go to my school and I thought she was cool because her mum made her wear a beret everywhere she went. I posted the card through her door the night before Valentine’s day, creeping up to the door, ninja style and then creeping back out again, pertrified that she might see me. I left a bunch of daffodils on the doorstep with a note and with a shoddy heart drawn on it. It looked like a five year old had done it. I think I must have drawn it left handed even though Michelle didn’t know my name or anything about me apart from she could see my grans raspberry plants from her garden and would have occasionally heard me and my brother playing football in the garden. Especially when I pretending to be Tony Cascarino, the worlds greatest footballer.
I made the fatal mistake though, of looking back and saw her dad frowning at me from the kitchen window, his arms covered to the elbow in marigolds as he did the washing up. I have no idea if she ever got that card, or her dad even recognised me but I saw Michelle two weeks later and blushed furiously as my dad told me with a nudge that she smiled at me. I always walked a different way to my nans from then onwards. I was 13, give me a break.
Anyway a few days ago, the finger of fate was order to stop upon the spine of the first single to be released from the second Smashing Pumpkins album. ‘Cherub Rock’ was deemed in many people’s eyes as being an odd choice for a lead off single – given that ‘Today’ had already received airplay and was widely expected to be the first release, but Billy Corgan, being Billy Corgan, insisted on it and the record company, eager to satisfy his massive ego, agreed with him.
It did ok. It scraped the Top 30 in the UK, but has always rather sat in the shadow of ‘Today’. Strangely, ‘Cherub Rock’ is the only twelve inch I own by Smashing Pumpkins, because I could have sworn that I had ‘Disarm’ on a limited edition 12 inch – but looks like its vanished in the midst of time.
The twelve inch of ‘Cherub Rock’ came with two new tracks. The first was a screeching sort of affair called ‘Pissant’ which surfaced a few years later on one of the Pumpkins B Side compilations. It’s quite heavy, quite grungey, but still like nearly everything released by Billy and his band until about 1997, pretty decent.
Pissant – Smashing Pumpkins (1993, Hut Records)
The second B Side was a track called ‘French Movie Theme’ which is supposed to be on ‘Pisces Iscariot’ according to the Internet, but its not on my version.
French Movie Theme – Smashing Pumpkins (1993, Hut Records)
Its not your average Pumpkins track, less than two minutes long, a semi acoustic guitar strumming away alongside a voice saying “Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah”. You aren’t missing much if you ignore it.
Here is the no more than five word review
“Too loud, too shouty” – which I kind of expected. Then again, in the car today she told me that Quickspace were ‘pretty good’ (or rather the track below was).
Quickspace Happy Song #2 – Quickspace (1997, Kitty Kitty Corporation)
Anyway, here is her weekly recommendation, which I’m pretty sure she shouldn’t be listening to, and not just because its awful.
Hiss – Megan Thee Stallion (2024, Hot Girl Records)