When times are tough and hope has faded, sometimes there’s only one thing left for a musician to do: break out the kid’s choir. “It’s the most joyous sound you can hear,” says Bill Ryder-Jones. “The sheer joy of kids shouting their heads off, not even caring about being in tune.”
The Merseyside singer-songwriter, composer and producer’s new album Iechyd Da (Welsh for “cheers”) is a magical mystery tour of raw human emotion five years in the making. It was written during the pandemic, a period that was “incredibly triggering and really hard” for the former guitarist with The Coral, who struggles with mental health issues stemming from acute childhood trauma.
Something that Ryder-Jones recalls noticing during lockdown, on walks to his studio from his home in the Wirral town of West Kirby, was the eerie quiet when he passed the local school. “That hit me quite hard,” he says. “And I remember feeling a bit upset by that. And I don’t know what it meant.”
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One thought led to another, and years later while recording We Don’t Need Them – a soaring “rallying cry” for anyone whose parents, like his own, couldn’t be everything they needed them to be – he realised exactly the finishing touch the song needed. Well drilled by their choirmaster, the kids from Bidston Avenue Primary School duly sang their hearts out on that plus two other Iechyd Da tracks, at a session in the reverberant surrounds of Bidston Observatory, an experience which Ryder-Jones describes as “absolutely beautiful”. A little bit of lost hope was suddenly restored.
“There was one really cute little girl, totally away with the fairies for the whole thing,” says Ryder-Jones, “just belting out the maddest stuff – basically whatever she wanted to. That makes me smile every time I hear it.” Afterwards the kids ate their packed lunches and, reluctantly (the teacher made them do it), queued up for autographs. “One kid comes with a Coral CD and says, ‘My dad loves your band!’ Fucking little shit,” he laughs.