
Contrary, visionary, sophisticated, mercurial, prolific then reclusive: the career of Noel Scott Engel, from teen idol to avant garde experimentation, is the most magnificent in the history of popular music.
Ah, Scott... How do I love thee? Let me count the ways:
1) For being in a band called the Walker Brothers when none were called Walker and there were no brothers.
2) For “The Sun Ain’t Going to Shine Anymore” and “Make it Easy on Yourself” two of the greatest ballads of heartbreak ever recorded. “Loneliness… (bom bom) is the cloak I we-e-ear…”
3) For having the best hair ever.
4) For going to live in a monastery when the teen adulation got too much.
5) For the four mental sixties solo albums - your Trojan Horse baritone smuggling in songs about prostitutes, transvestites, opium dens, funerals and gonorrhea over enormous orchestral arrangements. And for them being commercial successes! Scott 2 was a number 1 chart topper. Scott 4, the best, was a relative failure. You can only trust the public so much.
6) For doing fuck all then getting back together with the Walker Brothers! Your songs being influenced by Eno-Bowie and in turn influencing them.
7) For Tilt, a record so impenetrable that I saw a review which gave it 0 and 5 stars – “we just don’t know.”
So, 7 ways then.
Oh! And for conning people that you were some crazy recluse when you were actually hanging around your London local playing darts. 8 ways. And mysteriously producing a Pulp album. 8 and a half ways.
Just realised that these aren't ways of loving Scott Walker at all. They're reasons. Oh well, you get the idea.
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