The вЂњhold me/ loveВ meвЂќ bridge is irresistible, and LennonвЂ™s one sudden, needy вЂњwoah-oh!вЂќ ad-lib adds the crucial note of hormonal desperation. However, its place here is earned by its melody and sound вЂ“ a giddy rush of pure pleasure that echoes everyoneвЂ™s experience of their first love.

LBД«ased on a chance remark by a chauffeur overheard by Paul McCartney, this US No 1 is not one of Lennon and McCartneyвЂ™s greatest lyrics. The pure, bubblegum-layered harmonies perfectly capture the innocence of young lovers dreaming of a future together when вЂњwe could be married/ And then weвЂ™d be happyвЂќ.If only love was as pure and simple. The third single from Pet Sounds, WouldnвЂ™t It Be Nice was backed with God Only Knows, which is pretty much as close to pop perfection as you can get on two sides of a seven-inch. And you can hum every hook-drenched second of it. Forty years on, Pet Sounds wears better than Pepper, and this dazzling, complex, ethereal song seems a pinnacle of popвЂ™s ambition. At the time, Sgt Pepper seemed the peak, and a drained and damaged Wilson withdrew, his creativity spent. Paul McCartney and Brian Wilson have both acknowledged the musical arms race that their bands were in from 1965-67, vying to stretch the boundaries of pop. It avoids mawkishness by opening with a deliberately contrary lyric (вЂњI may not always love youвЂќ) before Carl WilsonвЂ™s angelic lead vocal tells us that only the prospect of stars falling from the sky could bring an end to their love. ItВ is simultaneously a remarkably baroque pop song and a simple affirmation of love. The centrepiece of Pet Sounds, God Only Knows was apparently composed in 15 minutes by Brian Wilson and TonyВ Asher. On the opener, a cello and French horn give way to GoughвЂ™s acoustic guitar as he recalls meeting his girlfriend for the first time: вЂњRemembering when I saw your face/ Shining my way, pure timingвЂќ. RVДamon GoughвЂ™s early lo-fi EPs on the Twisted Nerve label he launched with Andy Votel had already made him a cult figure, but it was his debut album The Hour of the Bewilderbeast that really signalled BadlyвЂ™s arrival. Sweeping strings, slap bass, a sax that felt like the height of sophistication in 1982 and even a talking bit itвЂ™s all archly staged in a song that seems to be as much about the idea of love вЂ“ вЂњthe lookвЂќ вЂ“ than it is about an actual relationship. Like an opera condensed into three-and-a-half minutes of high drama, Martin FryвЂ™s hit is perfectly constructed pop.

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