“Especially not in the presence of farmers who are living through disaster, oh, oh, oh,
You see the harbour glistening”
(Shibbydowop, shibbydowop, shibbydowop, go the bvs)
“This weather is a splendid thing
We walk into the water singing.”
British 1960s pop, and even the E-driven electronic pop act Lemon Jelly, has infiltrated Milne’s sound with a lightness of being that is sometimes deceptive.
The Kiwiness of the Milne’s sound sometimes recalls The Muttonbirds’ first album, but without the underlying menace. But this is New Zealand. There’ll be a thread of dread in there somewhere.
“Lyrically it probably takes something from Don McGlashan but with more summery imagery,” says Milne. “I like my darkness to be leavened with comedy. There is darkness but I can’t get away from comedy.”
Soap bubbles alighting on a circling record could epitomise the frothiness of Apple Pie Bed from Milne’s album Chant Darling, except the song’s ostensible joy is tempered by the chorus:
“Apple pie bed, apple pie where my body’s made of lead, ooh.”
“It’s about being depressed,” says Milne.
“I have pretty omnivorous tastes in music. I try to cram as many ideas into my music as possible.”