2 – Orinocho Flow, Enya
From the country that delivered U2, Boomtown Rats, The Pogues; the same nation that gifted us wordsmiths such as James Joyce and Roddy Doyle, now and then comes a curve ball.
They’re usually aimed at the youth or the elderly and so we tolerate them.
The River Dance craze was tolerable within it’s short shelf life. Boyzone were inoffensive even in their omnipresence. We had the haunting melodies of Clanad and, while it’s not my cup of tea, I can see how people liked it.
Then came Enya and Orinocho Flow.
First of all I thought a I was listening to a woman who was trying to sing and swim at the same time.
When I caught the lyrics, I found a list of place names – we can all read an atlas Enya.
The only time the lyrics veer away from the list is here :
“We can steer, we can near
With Rob Dickens at the wheel.
We can sigh, say goodbye
Ross and it’s dependency.”
Who the friggin in the riggin is Rob Dickens? And Ross? At least give us a first name as a clue – not that it would help as they’re probably a couple of bloke who work in Enya’s local library.
Who would want to listen to this? Who would buy it? So they could listen to it again? Out of choice?! I looked for reviews to what the attraction could be.
One Enya-ist wrote that Orinoco Flow is a ‘catchy, toe-tapping new age song’. You couldn’t tap your toes to that without getting cramp in your calf.
Another review claims,
‘It evokes unfurling the mast,the shifting tides. “Orinoco Flow” has the rousing chorus “sail away,sail away.” the only thing it evokes is a feeling similar to sea-sickness. And ‘rousing’? What else roused this reviewer? The sound of the fridge!
I closed my eyes (partly because I felt a bit sick) and I could picture these people who bought that record. They were the ones who are first to kneel down and stand up in church. They’re the ones who pop your ball when you accidentally kick it over their fence. They’re the ones who stand in the supermarket doorway for a chat and won’t move until you’ve used the impeccablest manners to beg them.
Good people of Ireland, there must still be a few guns knocking about. Next time she pipes up, or you see anyone encouraging her by buying her records, do us all a favour will you!