All White Now

Sounds magazine, 7.4.1984

U.V. PP
No Songs Tomorrow (Flowmotion 004)

THROUGH THE slatted blinds, teams of hard-hatted workmen emerge in clouds of dust as the adjoining houses slowly take shape. Inside this room theres pictures on the wall, the TV flickers and U.V. PPs debut LP fills the air.
Its a strange schizophrenic record. Two divorced facades of pale European sound glancing, delicately, from apocalyptic acoustic ballads right through to harsh electronic anthems. John White is U.V. PP and theres a bit of U.V. PP in all of us.
No Songs Tomorrow has taken a long time coming but the wait has been well worth it. Whites taken a lot of care with it, too. Carefully segregating the tracks into two distinct collections, its easy to attune your listening to the most effective UV incarnation for the mood you are in.
Side ones sub-pop acoustic twang and emotionfull selection presents the demure be-suited White. Fearlessly strumming, his cheekbones are evident as his voice lifts to catch that all important note. He tells stories, weaves melodies with his fingers and only hints at whats to come.
Side two is quite different. White is stripped bare. White flesh starkly contrasts against a bank of chrome and leather equipment. The vocals are more gutsy/effective/affected and the beat is irregular. The innermost fears and passions are unleashed as the proceedings build into a magnificent crescendo through the tongue in cheek Hafunkiddies and the alarming Four Minute Warning.
John White doesnt overburden the listener with technical bravado, instead the proceedings are kept manageable and minimal. His toying with sound never becomes self-indulgent and the result is breathtaking. If there are no songs tomorrow from U.V. PP, Ill be sadly disappointed.

Dave Henderson