Squeeze is an interesting band within musical history’s canon in the sense that they seem to be over-hyped or under-hyped at every turn. Early in their career, Squeeze’s songwriting duo of Tilbrook (music) and Difford (lyrics) was propped up by the British press as the heir apparent to Lennon and McCartney. Most of you probably know Squeeze, they’ve overall undoubtedly been a successful band, but that also means knowing that their presence in the social consciousness is not nearly as omnipotent as that of The Beatles. That doesn’t necessarily speak to quality though, so let’s take a look at what is generally considered to be Squeeze’s best album, 1980’s Argybargy.
Talking about Argybargy in sequence definitely doesn’t mean saving the best for last. As was (and still is in many instances) commonplace for mainstream-aiming pop albums, this album is front-loaded with pop gold, particularly in the first two tracks, arguably the two best of the band’s entire career. “Pulling Mussels (From the Shell)” is about as perfect as any British pop song has ever been, and an excellent example as to why, to an extent, such hype was warranted. Your standard pop tune is often structured with the chorus receiving the lion’s share of the attention: the verses and bridges need to get you there and not suck along the way. Ultimately though, it’s the chorus you’re there for. What Squeeze, at their best, do so well, is make everything count. Tilbrook’s feel for structure is obviously important to this, but it’s really Difford’s lyrics that drive this point home. The greatest trick Difford, and Squeeze, ever played was demonstrating that you can be clever without being pretentious and fun without being silly. At a cursory listen, it can be very easy to dismiss Squeeze as just another bouncy new wave group, but the answers as to why so many are smitten by them can be found in the verse lyrics to “Pulling Mussels”. Difford is able to painted detailed, novelesque pictures with observational humor, within the limited confines of traditional pop form, like exceedingly few others. Verses such as “Squinting faces at the sky / A Harold Robbins paperback / Surfers drop their boards and dry / And everybody wants a hat” and “Shrinking in the sea so cold / Topless ladies look away / A he-man in a sudden shower / Shelters from the rain”, this efficient, vivid, playful language, married with Tilbrook’s tight, focused, digestible songwriting, make Squeeze what they are: pop music for everyone. “Pulling Mussels” is easily the smartest song ever written about people trying to get ####ed at the beach on holiday, a peerless gem of high-brow horniness, and Squeeze at the absolute peak of their powers.
Lead single “Another Nail In My Heart” is nearly as good, with its happy, upbeat, hook-laden form masking lyrics about the end of a relationship, the music putting on a cheerful facade for the hurt within. These two tracks alone make Squeeze worship make sense, and if the entire album was at this level, it’d be one of the best pop albums of all-time.
But it’s not quite there.