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- MUSIC, Page 87Gift Wrapped for a Ruckus
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- He sings! He acts! He won't eat cod!
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- By Jay Cocks
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- There is a gentleman with a gun in the street, and he has
- come to call. He won't bother with the bell, though. He'll
- announce himself by shooting the front door full of holes. The
- guy with the gat is Roland Gift, lead singer of a nifty rock
- band called the Fine Young Cannibals, and movie star aborning.
- In that scene from Scandal, a just opened cinema chronicle of
- Britain's Profumo-Keeler scandal of the early '60s, Gift is
- doing onscreen the same sort of number he's been running on the
- music scene: making a little room for himself and raising a
- major ruckus.
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- Gift has made his biggest noise on the record charts with
- the Cannibals. Their latest album, The Raw & the Cooked, has
- sold 3 million copies worldwide since January. The first single,
- She Drives Me Crazy, hit No. 1 on the U.S. charts, and a second,
- Good Thing, is just breaking. The band also features a couple
- of dexterous guitarists, Andy Cox and David Steele, formerly of
- the English Beat. But it's Gift everyone is noticing at the
- moment. He's got a supple way with a tune, and a promising
- presence onscreen.
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- That's treacherous turf, rocking and acting. From Elvis to
- Sting, one medium seems to undercut the other. But if they can
- be reconciled, then Roland Gift has the cool to bring it off.
- One wants to retain a little mystery as a performer and steer
- clear of typecasting, especially along color lines. In fact, his
- father was black and his mother white, but further details of
- the family history are dear. The middle child in a family of
- five, Gift, 28, grew up in Hull, a small port city in the
- industrial north. "My father died when I was very young," he
- says. "My mother's a dealer. Not crack. She deals in clothes,
- jewelry and other secondhand stuff."
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- Gift would prefer to talk about something else. Swimming,
- say. Or fencing, a sport he's just taken up. But questions of
- a personal nature are skirted, skimmed, finally finessed. He'd
- sooner study the lunch menu. "Do you eat cod?" he asks, looking
- up from the day's offerings. "Well, I don't. I eat haddock
- instead. Cod is full of worms. I once worked as a fish gutter,
- and I was supposed to pick the worms out. That was my job. But
- since you had to fill a certain quota of boxes in order to get
- paid, you often didn't bother to get all the worms out."
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- However he feels around cod, Gift has a smooth, soulful way
- around a tune. His voice sounded a little uncertain on a remake
- of Elvis' Suspicious Minds, from the first Cannibals album, Fine
- Young Cannibals, released in 1985. The sensual assurance Gift
- acquired on The Raw & the Cooked may come from some special
- attention he has been lavishing on his vocal cords. "I do go to
- see someone now and again for guidance about my voice," he
- reports. "But it's for moral guidance, because I think there's
- more to singing than just songs." A Cannibals tune like I'm Not
- Satisfied has an elegant, low-down savor that has little to do
- with moral authority, however. It works so nicely, as the album
- co-producer David Z. explains, "because it bridges the gap
- between pop and alternative music." It also hits home because
- of Gift's vocals.
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- He can aim high when he sings and still hit below the belt.
- His secret is simple, elemental. Even laid-back, he sounds
- sexy, an inborn talent that was nurtured by some early
- vocational training. "You're talking to someone who used to be
- a male stripper," he says. "It was all show business, and it's
- probably helped with my presentation." Just so no one gets too
- comfy with what to expect of Gift, he has signed up to do a
- production of Romeo and Juliet later this year in the north of
- England, and is reading the script for a part in a Sylvester
- Stallone movie. "I've been asked," Gift reports, "to play one
- of his muscles." He smiles. Sure, he'll give it a go. And maybe
- be good at it too. There may be a sufficiency of talent, but
- there is certainly no time to talk.
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- -- Naushad S. Mehta/New York and Nancy Seufert/London
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