To make it in the world of music they say you need to be talented, hardworking, lucky and extraordinarily good-looking (or in the alleged cases of Mariah Carey and Westlife, make a deal with the devil at the crossroads in the pale moonlight). Well, ladies, I’m sure none of you would say that the strange half-man-half-mole creatures depicted above are blessed with all those gifts: certainly not the last one.
Yet it does not matter one whit because the Proclaimers have been charming these islands with fine songs of love, loss, power, glory, misery, degradation and redemption for over twenty three years now. Why do I mention them here in the blog? Well, there are two reasons: one is that I think they are fantastic and have been thoroughly enjoying their new album, Notes and Rhymes, since I downloaded it (the deluxe edition no less!) on Sunday morning. However, the reason why they merit precious blog space has more to do with the fact that a lot of my students have told me that they plan to take a trip to Scotland this summer and have asked me about the accent north of the border.
Though for sixteen years I have been teaching Received Pronunciation, for what it’s worth, I consider the Scottish accent to be the most beautiful and melodious of all the myriad accents with which people speak English: I love the way vowels are softened, the harsh Celtic ch sound in words like loch, how the letter r is rolled in an almost Mediterranean way – and here’s the real clincher, it simply sounds more honest. more….trustworthy. If you were to think that’s just my opinion, you’d be wrong. Listen to the world around you: the amount of finance and insurance ads with Scottish- accented voiceovers is disproportionately large, as is the number of Scottish call-centre staff employed by banks, mobile phone companies and other such organisations.
The Proclaimers hail from Fife and sing with an unashamedly Caledonian burr, which, especially when alchemically fused with the perfection of their ‘Everly Brothers meet The Beatles in a pub in Leith’ harmonies makes for a potent musical cocktail, far more powerful than, for example, anything young Master Gallagher of Burnage has ever produced. Compare the woefully nihilistic narcissism of ‘Maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me,’ with the sheer down to earth exuberance of Ah love ye, an’ ah wanna stay with ye, Let’s get Married!’ Once again I address the ladies: Who do you think you’d have a happier life with?
If I’ve only made you slightly interested in perhaps listening to one Proclaimers tune with this blog, then my work is done. If you’re looking for a starting point, I’d advise you to check out their most recent single, Love Can Move Mountains, a sentiment that outside of the realms of metaphor is a ridiculous assertion of the topographically impossible. Nevertheless, when Craig and Charlie Reid’s voices soar ecstatically on the chorus, you may, if only momentarily, believe that they are stating fact.
It must have something to do with the accent…
Mike