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Genius of Pop

When XTC’s Andy Partridge is reached via phone at his home in England, he’s doing exactly what you’d expect him to be doing.

“You caught me having a secret strum on the guitar,” the 53-year-old says cheerfully. “I just blundered into quite a nice chord change that I haven’t blundered into before. That’s kind of how I do most things — I just blunder. If it looks good in that door, hey, I’ll go in that door for a bit.”

Well, okay, Andy. But don’t forget those chord changes while we’re on the phone.

“No, hang on, just have to print it in my skull once more. Don’t go away.” Partridge stops and plays said chords, and sings a pleasant melody. “Nice drop — I’m not going to forget that,” he says, almost to himself. Then he returns to the conversation. “Right, okay. Now my mind’s clear.”

The prolific Partridge is the very definition of affable — a chatterbox with a wicked sense of humor, equally ribald and erudite. One minute, he’ll be telling Paul McCartney–Heather Mills jokes or talking about Walt Disney’s (supposedly) cryogenically frozen head, and the next, speaking authoritatively on the Fleischer Brothers’ 1940s Superman cartoons or imitating the Lothario skunk Pepé Le Pew.

But it’s interesting that Partridge uses the word blunder to describe his creative process, considering XTC’s meticulously orchestrated albums — from the lushness of the Beach Boys–esque Skylarking and the political new wave of Black Sea, to Drums and Wires’ taut post-punk mania, and Apple Venus, Volume 1’s complex instrumentation.

Fuzzy Warbles Collector’s Album, his latest endeavor, is even more ambitious: a lavish compendium of eight previously released volumes of his outtakes, demos, rarities and half-formed thoughts. (A ninth bonus disc, Hinges, is worth it for the jaunty soundtrack rarity “Happy Families.”) It’s a must for XTC completists and those obsessed with found sounds. For every nearly fully formed single (“Chalkhills and Children,” “Earn Enough for Us”) or beatific discovery (the watery folk-strum “Mermaid Smiled”), there’s plenty of silliness (a one-minute skiffle version of “Dear God”), lost gems (the disco-silly “I Defy You Gravity”) and glimmers of beauty (Partridge’s lovely instrumental snippets for the late TV show Wonderfalls).

Unlike most collections, though, Fuzzy’s songs aren’t arranged by date, so it’s hard to discern a historical through line.

“People have said, ‘Why didn’t you do it chronologically?’ ” Partridge says. “And that’s very easy: The reason I didn’t do that, ’cause all the crap stuff would be at one end and people would’ve thought, ‘Oh my God, what am I wading through all this primitive, badly recorded stuff for?’

“Constructing a listening experience is something I enjoy doing. It’s like planning a meal: You have great openers, a little palate cleanser, you have spicy things followed by something a little bland, so you can appreciate the spicy thing you’ve just had.”

Partridge’s insistence on sequencing and arranging is as much a reflection of his perfectionist tendencies — supposedly lousy piano skills are due to his being a “real bananafingers” — as it is of his traditionalist, old-school bent. He laments the death of the vinyl gatefold, and has tape recorders scattered around his house for immediate access when ideas strike. But Warbles is also a throwback to simpler times in other ways: It’s lovingly modeled after a children’s sticker book — and comes decorated with ornate drawings; pictures of smiling, cartoonish children; and a sheet of stickers.

“I love packaging! I’m a complete packaging slut!” he exclaims. “I love it all. I lay there with my legs in the air, saying, ‘Fill me with packaging!’ ”

As he talks, his voice betrays an obvious grin. “I just love the stuff. I’m one of the few people on Earth, as a kid, I actually cut out the mustache from Sgt. Pepper’s, the sheet of stuff you were sort of supposed to cut out, but nobody in the world did. But I did. I had the little picture of Sgt. Pepper by the side of my bed. I cut out the mustache, and I clipped it on and looked at myself in the mirror.”

This winsome snapshot and the hoopla-laden release of Warbles belie the darkness of recent days for Partridge. While he was in the studio last summer, an engineer accidentally blasted his ears “at full volume with the sound of a snare drum or two” — which caused severe tinnitus, or ringing in the ears.

Partridge says that the initial weeks after the incident — when he had a constant “screaming feedback sound in my head” — were the only time in his life he’s ever had suicidal thoughts. But he somehow “blundered” into the fact that sitting in a hyperbaric oxygen chamber could suppress tinnitus; daily treatments have reduced it to around 40 percent, although he’s unsure if further therapy will help. Plus, “to scrape the violin a little bit more,” as he puts it, Partridge “busted” the tendon in his left ring finger and couldn’t play guitar for six months.

“I’ve had a really weird year,” he says. “It’s actually been the worst year of my life. Ironic, isn’t it — the finger that does all the hard work on the guitar, the tendon got busted, and then my ears went. Somebody up there is saying, ‘Please stop making music.’ ”

He won’t do that, one hopes — but in his case, the family legacy lives on in his daughter, Holly, who plays guitar and sings in a power-pop-meets-Motown band called the SheBeats (myspace.com/theshebeats). He claims no responsibility for her skills, though: “I didn’t teach her how to write any of this stuff. She’s got this little secret world going on.

“The first so many hundred songs I ever wrote in my life were just dog shit. They were awful. The first few songs Holly’s written in her life, they’re better than the stuff that was on the first XTC album, for chrissake! She just sprang fully formed from my head, like a Greek myth.” He sighs in mock exaggeration. “It makes you want to spit. I’m proud of her. I keep threatening to turn up at one of their live gigs.”

Partridge is equally self-deprecating about XTC’s influence on modern U.K. bands, many of whom cop their herky-jerky rhythms and skewed melodies: “Even now, young English bands will admit openly, ‘Oh, we’re very influenced by Gang of Four or Wire,’ ” Partridge says. “But not one of them will openly admit they’re influenced by XTC. We’re still too uncool [for them] to admit to sounding like us. But you know they damn well do.”

That’s nothing new: Partridge claims XTC was never as popular in the U.K. as in America. And while that lack of recognition still frustrates Partridge, he’s gotten used (if not resigned) to it after 30 years.

“I’m not rich, but I’m occasionally happy, and I think that’s the best you can hope for,” he says. “I think anyone who’s happy all the time just needs locking up.

“You’re on neutral, and occasionally you’re sad and occasionally you’re happy. I love being balanced. I’ve had enough tipping wildly one way or the other. I really like the idea of being a fulcrum. Good word. Tonight’s word: fulcrum.”

ANDY PARTRIDGE | Fuzzy Warbles Collector’s Album | Ape