“No-one does the rainbow yawn on Gerry Corden’s shoes!”
All these reviews are personal and all these comics mean something to me, but Hitsville UK speaks to me in a particularly personal way. The surrealism, the sense of humour, the shambolic density, the layers of references, the quotability, and, yeah, the fact that it’s about a bunch of weirdos who make music.
“Everybody knows squid hate slap bass.”
It has a huge, diverse, ensemble cast with the record label staff, the bands and various associated characters. There’s a familiarity to certain roles: the heartbroken country singer, the boss looking to make some dough, the eccentric producer; but everything is dialled up to the level of rock ‘n’ roll myth, given a unique spin.
“Victory is never easy, victory crawls over the finish line, sweaty and bleeding and it had better have the paperwork.”
Having all these characters interacting is where the real juice of the story starts to flow. I was particularly fond of the relationship developing between the disparate musicians as they accompany Gwillum in the studio, it just felt particularly right.
“You don’t get this kinda crap at the crossroads.”
That’s the thing, for all the madness, all the hilarious lunacy, it constantly resonates with me. Getting caught up in music is larger than life: while I’ve never killed a bunch of bloodsuckers before breakfast, I have eaten macaroons and gotten caught up in band camaraderie; I’ve never watched a reanimated nazi synth pop band (“Aryan 51”), but I felt intense hatred for odious musicians; and this… this is just spot on…