The Fat Man and Baby Boy

by Dan Lyth

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C is for contradictions, colour and Christmas
(by Craig Rennie)

Christmas is a lot of different things to a lot of different people. It’s the sacred and the profane. It’s a time to be together and a time to be lonely. It’s lavish, humbling, inconvenient, inspiring and a bunch of other words from the thesaurus all at once. It’s an empty seat at a table that was once full, and a new face in a family meeting for another year as if it was the first time.

It starts off with a plot – a plot some say you couldn’t make up. Others disagree. There’s a power-crazed king with mass murder in mind, a pregnant virgin, singing shepherds and wise men winding a cross-country path in the pull of an interstellar sat nav system. Sometimes it ends with boxes under a tree. Sometimes it ends kind of like it started, minus the murder but with most of the magic.

There’s a lot to say about Christmas, perhaps even more to sing about it. On The Fat Man and Baby Boy, that’s exactly what Dan Lyth does. Maybe This Baby Could Save us All! begins with a tale of a trip to the garden centre that turns sour courtesy of Aunty Carol’s steely-minded determination to find a tree deserving of a place in the front window. With brawling in Primark, exotic animals taking centre stage in the Nativity and online orders nowhere to be seen, is it conceivable that the chaos could be brought to order by an oft-overlooked infant?

If the zoological authenticity of the school play troubles you little, you might find resonance in the tragic tale of an honest soul whose Christmas gift budget turns out to be three times less than that of his significant other. She Spent Thirty weighs up financial outgoings and internal yearnings – raising more questions than it answers over a snappy beat that might just inspire you to flee congested shopping centres with invigorating abandon.

There are tales of yore on offer too. Dan awakens his inner Etruscan with a smattering of Latin in The Boar’s Head Carol, praise and panic intermingle in Mary, I Was Wrong as the holy family lose their way and engage in some self examination en route to Bethlehem, and old favourite Joy To The World skips along to a new tempo that reanimates a beating heart too often concealed beneath the robes of wide-mouthed choristers.

That’s Christmas past and Christmas present covered – but what of the future? Futuristic Chrismalistic takes us underground as our offspring dissect tales of yesteryear’s festivities by dull lamp light. With 300 years worth of computer data gone, all that remains is myths of indoor foliage, odd foodstuffs, an obese philanthropist and a mysterious infant. Will Bing Crosby’s widescreen snowscape melt into the shadows? Is there a glinting scrap of tinsel buried beneath the grime? And was the forgotten historical custom in question ever really about the external anyway?

Dan’s take on Christmas spans centuries, revels in intricacies, gawps at grandiosity and excavates the everyday with a wide-eyed wisdom that money could never buy. Like the moment you shake off your concerns over a festive flu and collapse wholeheartedly into a thick blanket of snow, listening to The Fat Man and Baby Boy is a surprising, refreshing and satisfying sensation that will linger long in the memory.

This is Christmas in all its colours, and whether your seasonal spectrum explodes with reds and greens or takes on a more muted palette, music this lovingly created will always be a gift.

Merry Christmas!

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released November 24, 2009

Greg Bell: Drums and bass
Natasha Cooling: Vocals
Dan Lyth: Vocals, guitar, piano, melodica, glockenspiel, percussion, keyboards
Sarah Lyth: Vocals and art direction
Alastair MacGregor: Rhodes, keyboards, percussion
Ryan Hannigan: Letterpressing

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Track Name: Maybe This Baby Could Save Us All!
We started in October, making our way back here
Me and Uncle Lenny try and choose a tree but Aunty Carol’s hard to please
Please, who will take this orphan tree
We’re playing rugby in the streets again
And as the fight starts in Primark like a white shark I’ll leave my mark

It’s getting scary, maybe this baby could save us all (we hope so)
It’s getting frightening, I have no idea what we are doing
Maybe this baby could save us all!

Would someone find a highlighter and fetch the Radio Times?
I don’t recall giraffes at the nativity this must be a Steiner school
Who will play the drummer boy?
We are waiting, we are waiting, we are sad and we are waiting
You said the item had been dispatched have none of you heard of a phone?

It’s getting scary, Mary and Joseph would you help us out? (we hope so)
It’s getting frightening, I have no insight into what we are doing
Maybe this baby could save us all!
Track Name: The Boar's Head Carol
The boar's head in hand bear I,
Bedeck'd with bays and rosemary.

I pray you, my masters, be merry
Quot estis in convivio (As many as are in the feast)

Caput apri defero (The boar's head I offer)

Reddens laudes Domino (Giving praises to the Lord)

The boar's head, as I understand,

Is the rarest dish in all this land,

Which thus bedeck'd with a gay garland

Let us servire cantico. (Let us serve with a song)

Our steward hath provided this

In honour of the King of Bliss;

Which, on this day to be served is

In Reginensi atrio. (In the Queen's hall)
Track Name: Futuristic Chrismalistic
We will never know what it is they did
Three hundred years simply disappeared
They put everything on to computers
Now there’s no way for us to turn them on

We will wonder what they did each year
Myths of Christmas, the fat man and baby boy
Strange food, old songs, trees brought inside the house
It’s hard to imagine now that we live underground

We have nothing in this bunker
Hold on though we have each other
There’s no singing underground
Hold on let’s make joyful sounds
Lamps are cold and often flicker
Hold my hand we’ll light each other
Hope is stolen home is nowhere
Hold on though our love is stronger