Dave Ball - Electronic Boy (2020)

Soft Cell were fairly important to me and continue to be so by some definition, so this seemed like essential reading; and sure enough, much of it is fascinating, particularly Ball's account of the early years. Additional points might be dispensed for Electronic Boy being a rock star autobiography free of the telltale as told to Lippy Scrungebucket or whoever in tiny letters beneath the name of the author, except I feel this one may have benefited from a more hands-on editor, or at least somebody with a strongly expressed second opinion. This isn't so much a complaint about anything bad as a feeling that it could have been better with just a little more fine tuning here and there.

Dave Ball has an amiable, conversational tone, and most of his book is engaging, although one's mileage may vary with the lists of various synths and effects boxes. A certain quota of clichés are committed, which is probably inevitable - observations in the immortal words of such and such, or the occasional sentence describing how I opened the door and who should be stood there but my famous friend Ray Reardon, the snooker champion*. However, Dave Ball is primarily a musician, and an exceptional one for what it may be worth, so it would be churlish to criticise him for failing to replace Shakespeare as our number one English language word doer, particularly where the whole is so entertaining. The problem seems to be one of focus - plenty of it for the years up to Soft Cell falling apart in the wake of their third album, after which it gets very uneven, zipping through the last couple of decades as though skipping through a DVD in search of a particular scene. I could have stood a little more detail with English Boy on the Love Ranch, the Grid, and other post-Cell endeavors; and when we come to 2002's Cruelty Without Beauty, we're half way through the account before it's even clear that they're not only back on speaking terms but have actually reformed. On this score, there's an entire chapter reproducing Dave's diary entries from crossing the Atlantic in a boat, and we don't actually discover why he was crossing the Atlantic in a boat until the following chapter. So it's a bit like having a conversation with someone who keeps playing with their phone - gems scattered here and there, but somehow it should have held together better.

It's still a great book though.

*: To be fair, this example is actually from the Cosey Fanni Tutti book.