We’re going to stray ever so slightly off the power pop path today…
Charles Jenkins is an Australian power popper from way back (he’s been a-poppin’ since the 1980s). He is/was* the driving force in venerable Australian power pop band the Icecream Hands, and has made a few albums as “Charles Jenkins & The Zhivagos“. (I don’t know if there are any Zhivagos in that band.)
The Man They Don’t Call Chuck, along with some (possibly fictitious) Zhivagos, is about to release a new** album under the Charles Jenkins & The Zhivagos moniker. It’s called Love Your Crooked Neighbour With Your Crooked Heart, and I guess Charles is still fiddling about with it because it won’t be released until September 17 and hasn’t made any tracks available yet. Except one.
The one song that Charles has allowed to escape from the new album is what I’m playing you today. I must warn you that although Mr. Jenkins has a sterling power pop pedigree, the song is not what you’d call power pop. At all. It’s what you’d call country. And western.
So if you’re in a power pop fan in a country-and-western mood, may I point you in the direction of
Yodellin’ Zeke Charles Jenkins’ latest ditty:
(*I don’t know if Icecream Hands are still active or not. They haven’t released an album since 2007.)
(**As opposed to an old one.)