Thinking back, I believe this may be the first Hitchcock song I ever heard. It is the first I ever possessed; I may have heard “Balloon Man”, but this was the song that connected artist and sound. A female friend put this on a mix she made me, placing it second on the tape, following the sorely unsung “Hammer Of Love” by Flesh For Lulu. At the time I wished these two songs were messages, not so subtle hints and thought; sadly, I knew they weren’t because she and I spent many long, fruitless hours talking about her mad crush on my best friend. I was sixteen, and the idea of my female friends doing and thinking untoward things occupied most of my thoughts.
Strangely enough, “Vibrating” is a great introductory song. It has a typical Robyn Hitchcock guitar part, spiraling in on itself instead of quite being a circle. The lyrics combine the unseemly with the clever, including a nice aphoristic bit in “to slither is sublime”. The beat is steady and strong, the backing vocals going ba bomp/ba bomp aaaaah during the last two verses charming and unnecessary, even though they do reinforce the closing line “she couldn’t concentrate”.
Thanks Nicole; wouldn’t have had this obsession without you and that mixtape.