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An appreciation of the greatest harmony pop band of all time<br />
BILL FAY • STRAWBERRY ALARM CLOCK • IAN HUNTER<br />
KEN STRINGFELLOW • LEE HAZELWOOD • SWEDISH RETRO ROCK<br />
THE FAMILY THAT PLAYS TOGETHER<br />
ISSUE 29 • £4.95<br />
News and Reviews sections<br />
extracted from<br />
<strong>Shindig</strong>! No.29
<strong>Martin</strong> <strong>Scorsese</strong>:<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Salty</strong> <strong>Dog</strong>!<br />
<strong>The</strong> eagerly awaited new book that unravels the complex tale of Procol<br />
Harum, rolled out with a BFI event containing unseen Harum film and<br />
TV footage<br />
Gary Brooker invents the sit down and play<br />
earnest pianist look, <strong>The</strong> Constitution<br />
Hall, Washington DC, 1969<br />
Photo by William Hatfield<br />
It’s official and you read it here first. Procol<br />
Harum biographer Henry Scott-Irvine’s Omnibus<br />
Press publication <strong>The</strong> Ghosts Of A Whiter Shade<br />
Of Pale has an exclusive from <strong>Scorsese</strong>, who<br />
describes his love of Procol Harum and their<br />
great lyrics. In particular he singles out ‘A <strong>Salty</strong><br />
<strong>Dog</strong>’. Led Zep’s Jimmy Page concurs, “It’s their<br />
masterpiece,” adding that Procol’s BJ Wilson<br />
was his “first choice” for the Led Zeppelin drum<br />
stool. “BJ Wilson? <strong>The</strong>re was nobody to touch<br />
him,” says Page. “He almost orchestrated with<br />
his drumming – with his uniqueness on the kit.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re was nobody in the world that could drum<br />
like [the late] BJ Wilson. And that’s simply it.”<br />
Filmmaker Sir Alan Parker provides the<br />
book’s introduction and recollects <strong>The</strong><br />
Commitments, which featured ‘A Whiter Shade<br />
Of Pale’ as a narrative motif. He also talks about<br />
“I�am�amazed�as�to�why�he�isn’t<br />
seen�as�the�greatest�singer�in<br />
the�world”<br />
his choice of Procol Harum’s Gary Brooker as a<br />
co-star for his movie Evita. “I think he’s up there<br />
with Percy Sledge. I am amazed as to why he<br />
isn’t seen as the greatest singer in the world.<br />
<strong>The</strong> guy could sing literally anything!” Elton<br />
John and Bernie Taupin mention ‘Pale’ and its<br />
1967 Top 10 follow-up ‘Homburg’. <strong>The</strong>y were<br />
both “like a Dali painting,” says Elton. “And<br />
works by Cocteau,” adds lyric writer Taupin.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Who’s Pete Townshend goes on to cite<br />
Shine On Brightly as being “a real heavy<br />
influence when writing Tommy”, whilst author<br />
[the late] Douglas Adams describes Grand Hotel
Photo by William Hatfield<br />
“Hold on. Like this?” BJ Wilson at his drum kit and Dave Knights<br />
with his back to the camera, photographed prior to the gig at<br />
<strong>The</strong> Constitution Hall, Washington DC, 1969.<br />
as being the inspiration for his book <strong>The</strong><br />
Restaurant At <strong>The</strong> End Of <strong>The</strong> Universe. In more<br />
recent times, James Bond screenplay writer and<br />
author Sebastian Faulks described Procol<br />
Harum’s ’72 British orchestral collaboration at<br />
London’s Rainbow in his 2008 novel Engleby.<br />
Prior to Procol Harum [from 1963 till ’66],<br />
three core Procol members were in the<br />
Southend-based R&B covers band <strong>The</strong><br />
Paramounts, whom both Jagger and Richards<br />
described on NBC TV as being their “favourite<br />
British group” upon <strong>The</strong> Rolling Stones’ arrival<br />
at New York’s JFK Airport in ’64. <strong>The</strong><br />
Procol Harum on stage rehearsing ‘<strong>The</strong> Devil Came From<br />
Kansas’ in <strong>The</strong> Constitution Hall, Washington DC, 1969;<br />
from left: Gary Brooker, BJ Wilson, Matthew Fisher on<br />
rhythm guitar, Robin Trower and Dave Knights.<br />
Photos by William Hatfield<br />
Photo by Ron Sanchez<br />
Paramounts supported the Stones that year<br />
and <strong>The</strong> Beatles in ’65.<br />
To celebrate the launch of this epic<br />
biography, <strong>The</strong> British Film Institute will be<br />
screening an evening of Paramounts and<br />
Procol Harum film and television footage,<br />
showing clips ranging from Thank Your Lucky<br />
Stars from ’63 to unseen colour psychedelic<br />
footage of Procol Harum debuting ‘Homburg’<br />
and ‘A <strong>Salty</strong> <strong>Dog</strong>’, along with some great<br />
surprises. This profile event is confirmed for<br />
Saturday November 3rd 2012 at <strong>The</strong> BFI<br />
Southbank’s NFT 1 from 6.30PM until 8PM.<br />
San Fran<br />
Superman...<br />
unleashing<br />
inspirational<br />
guitar, British<br />
Division.<br />
Robin Trower<br />
at <strong>The</strong> San<br />
Francisco Pop<br />
Festival, 1968.<br />
Procol Harum & <strong>The</strong> Ghosts Of A Whiter Shade<br />
Of Pale is published by Omnibus Press in<br />
November to coincide with these very special<br />
one-off screenings. <strong>The</strong>re will be book signings<br />
in <strong>The</strong> BFI Bookshop afterwards.<br />
To win a signed copy of the book,<br />
tell us the name of the Procol<br />
Harum organist who was also the<br />
original bass player in <strong>The</strong><br />
Paramounts. Email your answer<br />
to win@shindig-magazine.com with a subject<br />
of “Procol”. Closing date: 25th November.<br />
“Where’s the bloody<br />
rider?’ Backstage at <strong>The</strong><br />
Constitution Hall,<br />
Washington DC, 1969;<br />
left to right: Dave<br />
Knights, Robin Trower,<br />
BJ Wilson, Keith Reid,<br />
Matthew Fisher and Gary<br />
Brooker at the piano.<br />
7
8<br />
All�Is�Not�Lost<br />
Boston musician Ted Myers<br />
is still recording, 40+ years<br />
on from his days with the<br />
superb garage band <strong>The</strong><br />
Lost and psych acts<br />
Chameleon Church and<br />
Ultimate Spinach. “<strong>The</strong><br />
music was written over a<br />
span of nearly five<br />
decades,” explains Myers.<br />
“It is not ‘now’ or trendy,<br />
but the songs are solid, timeless and emotionally<br />
evocative.” Although not sounding remotely like garage<br />
or psych, it’s good to know a 66-year-old is still making<br />
powerful music.<br />
www.tedmyersmusic.com<br />
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Return�Of�<strong>The</strong>�Prodigal�Son<br />
After the phenomenal success of ‘Clear <strong>The</strong> Air’ the<br />
Dutch wunderkid Jacco Gardner returns with a brand<br />
new seven inch on the US Trouble In Mind label. ‘Where<br />
Will You Go’ b/w ‘Summer’s Game’ furthers the drifting<br />
Melotron infused authentic psychedelic baroque/pop<br />
sound we have all come to love. Essential.<br />
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Following last issue’s Cranium Pie<br />
competition, our favourite bespoke 45s<br />
label Fruits de Mer is offering one lucky<br />
<strong>Shindig</strong>! reader a white label pressing<br />
of <strong>The</strong> Pretty Things’ new 7” EP, SF<br />
Sorrow Live In London, together with a copy of the<br />
insert poster signed by the whole band!<br />
To enter, tell us which Byrds song is covered by the<br />
Pretties on this EP. Email your answer to win@shindigmagazine<br />
with a subject of “Pretty Things”. Closing date:<br />
25th November<br />
....................................................................<br />
Spiders,�Tame<br />
Impala�&<br />
Strypes<br />
Records�Up�<br />
For�Grabs<br />
Spiders’ amazing full-length debut<br />
Flash Point. To enter, tell us<br />
which highly regarded band the<br />
group’s previous drummer was in.<br />
Email your answer to win@shindigmagazine<br />
with a subject of “Spiders”. Closing date:<br />
25th November<br />
Tame Impala’s Lonerism, a new album that carries<br />
psychedelia into 2013 with an appreciation of the<br />
past and an eye on the future. To win a copy tell us<br />
which <strong>Shindig</strong>! hero has remixed Tame Impala. Email<br />
your answer to win@shindig-magazine with a subject of<br />
“Tame Impala”. Closing date: 25th November<br />
Kids playing R&B has never sounded more impressive.<br />
Who said ’60s inspired acts in the 2000s are past it?<br />
To win a CD copy of <strong>The</strong> Strypes’ Young Gifted & Blue<br />
tell us the name of the prestigious Spanish ’60s/mod<br />
festival the group played in August. Email your answer<br />
to win@shindig-magazine with a subject of “Strypes”.<br />
Closing date: 25th November<br />
I Am So Blue<br />
LENNY HELSING mourns the loss of friend and mentor, THE POETS’<br />
George Gallacher<br />
‘That’s <strong>The</strong> Way It’s Gotta Be’<br />
Young George in his prime<br />
It is with great sadness that we report the<br />
sudden and tragic death of George Gallacher,<br />
lead vocalist of <strong>The</strong> Poets, the Glasgow mid-60s<br />
beat group best remembered for their October<br />
1964 Decca debut ‘Now We're Thru’, and the<br />
February ’65 proto-freakbeat raver ‘That’s <strong>The</strong><br />
Way It’s Got To Be’.<br />
Alongside guitarist (and brother-in-law) Fraser<br />
Watson – part of <strong>The</strong> Poets ’65-67 era – Gallacher<br />
Another�Utterance<br />
We love them, but they scare us senseless. Having played a<br />
number of gigs over the past few years, Comus return once<br />
more with a gig at Liverpool’s <strong>The</strong> Kazimier on November 1st.<br />
Late�Bloomin’�Supergroup<br />
Sounding occasionally not unlike AC/DC meets Timebox<br />
(which will come as no surprise) and often hinting at a<br />
format Squeeze would later gain success with, Mike Patto<br />
and Ollie Halsall<br />
grouped together after<br />
the split of Patto with<br />
bassist Keith Ellis<br />
(Spooky Tooth, Juicy<br />
Lucy, Van Der Graaf<br />
Generator) and<br />
drummer Tony Newman<br />
(<strong>The</strong> Jeff Beck Group<br />
and Kevin Ayers’ band)<br />
to form Boxer. It was<br />
had recently resurrected the group for a series of<br />
concerts, and a BBC Radio Scotland live session,<br />
backed by long-time friends and fans, Edinburgh’s<br />
<strong>The</strong> Thanes [Lenny’s group]. Gallacher was due to<br />
turn 70 on 21st October. A post-mortem is<br />
currently being carried out but it is thought that<br />
whilst driving home from watching his beloved<br />
Partick Thistle FC play on Saturday 25th August,<br />
he suffered a fatal heart attack. Thistle won too so<br />
he would’ve been a happy man!<br />
As anyone who’s heard George Gallacher in<br />
action would testify, he had a unique vocal<br />
presence that, despite having only one<br />
serviceable lung, was as electrifying as it was<br />
back in <strong>The</strong> Poets’ heyday, and thoroughly<br />
unique. Author and friend Jim Kelman calls<br />
Gallacher “an artist”.<br />
Since undergoing major heart surgery some<br />
years ago, he needed daily medication, and<br />
often voiced his fears over his mortality. He is<br />
survived by his dear wife, Anne, and sons Craig<br />
and Fraser. On a personal note, I feel very<br />
privileged to have been good friends with<br />
George, and, more recently, to have had the<br />
honour of playing alongside him and Fraser in<br />
<strong>The</strong> Poets. In the light of what’s happened I’m<br />
eternally thankful that we got to play gigs in<br />
Glasgow, London, and most recently a great<br />
show at Festival Beat in Italy. RIP pal.<br />
<strong>The</strong> 1971 debut First Utterance was notable for not only<br />
its unique blend of folk, progressive rock and psychedelia,<br />
but also the manner in which it genuinely embodied<br />
elements of paganism and the macabre. This heady blend,<br />
delivered with a startling intensity, has helped Comus<br />
become one of the most unique and influential folks bands<br />
the UK has ever produced. Over the last 40 years their<br />
impact has gone far beyond the folk scene into<br />
many diverse genres, including doom and black metal!<br />
Comus recently returned to the studio to produce a new<br />
album titled Out Of <strong>The</strong> Coma for our friends Rise Above<br />
(which was released this year to great critical acclaim) and<br />
are evidently still ploughing their own unique furrow. Tickets<br />
are priced at £15 and can be purchased on<br />
www.ticketline.com and www.skiddle.com<br />
1975 and punk was still around the corner. Borrowing<br />
elements of Free-like rock, a snotty pub rock witticism and<br />
anger, a touch of musical bombast and solid tunes that<br />
stem from the late ’60s, the group signed to Virgin in 1975.<br />
Below <strong>The</strong> Belt (what a horrid cover) was issued in 1975,<br />
whilst Blood Letting recorded the following year wasn’t<br />
released until 1979 (with an equally poor cover). <strong>The</strong> times<br />
were against them, but the albums are splendid.<br />
To win a copy of Below <strong>The</strong> Belt and<br />
Blood Letting, which have just been<br />
reissued by Esoteric, tell us which Beatles’<br />
psych classic Boxer recorded. Email your<br />
answer to win@shindig-magazine.com with<br />
a subject of “Boxer”. Closing date: 25th<br />
November.
GOOD<br />
This�Is�“Not”�Spinal�Tap<br />
Well, it had to happen, didn’t it? Even if it has taken a<br />
while. At this juncture <strong>Shindig</strong>! cannot specify how<br />
much the following film will follow our editorial policy…<br />
But it’ll definitely be one to watch! Classified as a “fly<br />
on the wall history of Status Quo”, Hello Quo will<br />
premiere on October 22nd and then be released on<br />
DVD and Blu-ray. Directed by music industry veteran<br />
Alan G Parker, this candid film sets out to tell the whole<br />
story of nigh on 50 years of Quo shenanigans. <strong>The</strong>re will<br />
surely be some tasty footage of the “psych era” band<br />
and lots on the “lost years” of the drugs ’n’ booze years<br />
of the ’80s, marked by that stellar Live Aid appearance.<br />
Could this be the funniest rock documentary ever?<br />
....................................................................<br />
First�New�LP�In�34�Years!<br />
Hawklords will tour the UK throughout autumn on the<br />
back of new album We Are <strong>The</strong> One. Tour dates at<br />
www.facebook.com/<strong>The</strong>Hawklords<br />
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<strong>The</strong> lovely folk over at Acid Jazz have<br />
four copies of Lookin’ Good With<br />
Jimmy James & <strong>The</strong> Vagabonds, a<br />
four-track EP recorded by the popular<br />
soul combo in 1967 and unreleased<br />
until now, to give away.<br />
To enter, tell us which notorious mod impresario<br />
“discovered” Jimmy James in 1964. Email your answer<br />
to win@shindig-magazine with a subject of “Jimmy<br />
James”. Closing date: 25th November<br />
....................................................................<br />
In�<strong>The</strong>�Movies<br />
It’s not only <strong>Shindig</strong>! readers who are fans of Brooklyn<br />
psychedelic noise mongers White Hills. Notable indie<br />
film director Jim Jarmusch picked up on the band back<br />
in 2010 and is now featuring them in his latest offering<br />
Only Lovers Left Alive. Starring Tilda Swinton, Tom<br />
Hiddleston (as a depressed underground musician),<br />
Mia Wasilowska, John Hurt and Anton Yelchin, it’s a<br />
typically Jarmusch character study set against the<br />
romantic desolation of Tangiers and Detroit. White Hills<br />
play themselves in a live concert segment, filmed with<br />
the stars in Hamburg.<br />
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Brother�Of�Edgar<br />
<strong>Shindig</strong>! received a rapturous text from last issue’s shining<br />
light Edgar Summertyme/Jones (he of <strong>The</strong> Stairs and many<br />
worthy latter day projects) regarding his elder brother<br />
Trefor’s latest musical endeavours. Auto Rites sees the<br />
“influential older brother” create a musical version of<br />
“Automatic Writing”. He explains, “I was literally and<br />
metaphorically bored with the sound of my own voice and<br />
set out to surprise myself musically – creating longer<br />
instrumental pieces. <strong>The</strong> basic musical maps were<br />
recorded and over-dubbed before I could ‘learn’ the chops<br />
and changes. Texture and weirdness became the priorities.<br />
Indebted to the McCartneyesque philosophy of random<br />
motifs to create happy accidents and Holger Czukay’s<br />
splicing/editing techniques,<br />
Auto Rites should appeal to<br />
fans of early electronic<br />
experimentation and latter day<br />
acolytes Broadcast. Labels<br />
interested in hearing the<br />
material should contact us. It<br />
deserves a release.<br />
Far More Than<br />
That Old Chestnut<br />
PAUL RITCHIE homes in on the cool, hot, buttered soul of CODY CHESTNUTT<br />
Cody Chestnutt’s second full-length long player<br />
looks set to establish the singer/songwriter as a<br />
player on the modern soul scene, following in<br />
the footsteps of the likes of Aloe Blacc and<br />
Mayer Hawthorne. Landing On A Hundred is the<br />
Shape�Of�Things�To�Come<br />
Arriving just too late for review in this issue we have<br />
country/soul/psych oddity A Fire Somewhere by Ray<br />
Stinnett (Light In <strong>The</strong> Attic CD), recorded in 1970 but<br />
unreleased until now, a straight reissue of Roger<br />
McGuinn’s ’77 outing as Thunderbyrd (BGO CD), Demis<br />
Roussos’ ’71 solo debut, On <strong>The</strong> Greek Side Of My Mind<br />
(RPM CD), Danish psych-proggers<br />
Day Of <strong>The</strong> Phoenix’s highly-rated ’70<br />
album, Wide Open N Away (Esoteric<br />
CD), a second volume of soul man<br />
George Jackson’s Fame Recordings,<br />
Let <strong>The</strong> Best Man Win (Kent CD),<br />
Andy Roberts’ ’73 post-Plainsong<br />
solo work, Urban Cowboy (Fledg’ling<br />
CD), more Danish prog courtesy of<br />
Ache’s first two albums, De Homine Urbano and Green<br />
Man (both Esoteric CDs) and Action!: <strong>The</strong> Songs Of<br />
Tommy Boyce & Bobby Hart, the latest in Ace’s<br />
exemplary songwriters series, starring <strong>The</strong> Monkees, Paul<br />
Revere & <strong>The</strong> Raiders, Del Shannon et al.<br />
November and December should deliver the first ever<br />
official CD reissue of Daughters Of Albion’s self-titled ’68<br />
psych masterpiece (Now Sounds CD), Stackridge’s fairly<br />
self-explanatory Radio Sessions 1971-73 (Angel Air CD),<br />
<strong>The</strong> Awakening (él 6-CD box set) – collecting Goblin’s<br />
scores for ’70s Italian horrors Profundo Rosso, Suspiria,<br />
Tenebrae and more, Morricone In Colour (él 4-CD box<br />
Before�Unit�Delta�Plus<br />
Music historian and critic Mark Brend returns with<br />
the successor to his 2005 book, the critics’<br />
choice, Strange Sounds: Offbeat Instruments &<br />
Sonic Experiments In Pop. His new title, <strong>The</strong><br />
Sound Of Tomorrow: How Electronic Music Was<br />
Smuggled Into <strong>The</strong> Mainstream, delves back in<br />
time to 1945 and the theremin soundtrack to Hitchcock’s<br />
Spellbound, charting the evolution of this new music form from<br />
follow-up to his lo-fi debut, <strong>The</strong> Headphone<br />
Masterpiece, from way back in 2002. With a<br />
modern hip-hop based sensibility along the<br />
lines of D’Angelo and Raphael Saadiq, this<br />
music is rooted in the classic era of Marvin<br />
Gaye and Stevie Wonder, all sweeping strings<br />
and socially conscious ruminations on life.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Atlanta native has always stood his own<br />
creative ground ever since he first holed<br />
himself up in his bedroom to record his debut<br />
on a dusty four-track cassette recorder. <strong>The</strong><br />
result was an unvarnished collection of songs –<br />
36 in total, which alchemised his love of classic<br />
rock, R&B, pop, punk and gospel music.<br />
His latest was recorded with a 10-piece band<br />
in Memphis-based Royal Studios, the sonic<br />
birthplace of some of the deepest works by soul<br />
and blues luminaries such as Al Green.<br />
Chestnutt found plenty there for inspiration:<br />
“My hands were tingling because I got to sing on<br />
the actual microphone that Al Green recorded<br />
with. Nothing has changed. <strong>The</strong> downhome<br />
acoustic treatments are still in place.”<br />
set) does the same for eight of the maestro’s scores,<br />
including the very groovy Quattro Mosche Di Velluto<br />
(Four Flies On Grey Velvet), pre-10cc art-rock ensemble<br />
Hotlegs are anthologised on You Didn’t Like It Because<br />
You Didn’t Think Of It: <strong>The</strong> Complete Sessions 1970-71<br />
(Grapefruit CD), 1st Floor by <strong>The</strong> Floor (RPM CD) claims<br />
to be the Danish Sgt Pepper, Soft Machine Live<br />
1967-69 (unknown LP) pairs two sessions<br />
recorded for John Peel’s Top Gear, Forget<br />
About Tomorrow: <strong>The</strong> Singles (Sunbeam 2-LP)<br />
collects all of Kaleidoscope and Fairfield<br />
Parlour’s 45 releases for the first time, Irish<br />
folkies Tir Na Nog see their first three albums<br />
reissued with bonus tracks on Esoteric and<br />
finally, One Sunny Day: Singles And Rarities<br />
1968-78 (RPM CD) is a set of leftovers and unreleased<br />
material by UK soft-pop aggregation Design.<br />
For those of you with a few quid lying around,<br />
Sundazed release <strong>The</strong> Verve/MGM Albums – the first<br />
three Velvet Underground albums plus the unfinished<br />
1969 and Nico’s Chelsea Girl – on mono audiophile vinyl<br />
in a deluxe box (should go nicely with your copy of<br />
Universal’s 6-CD <strong>The</strong> Velvet Underground & Nico) while<br />
Numero Group unleash the frankly mind-boggling<br />
Eccentric Soul: Omnibus, a custom box set containing<br />
45 singles that mop up various loose ends and one-offs<br />
yet to find a home on any Numero releases.<br />
the entirely electronic score of Forbidden Planet (1956)<br />
through to the magical concoctions of Delia Derbyshire and the<br />
effect this wholly unique approach had on a new generation,<br />
including early pop adopter Paul McCartney. Published later<br />
this year, it sounds like yet another cracking read.<br />
Many of you may also have heard the BBC Radio 4<br />
documentary presented by Stewart Lee – written by Mark, and<br />
tracing a similar arc to the forthcoming book – A Sound British<br />
Adventure, which ran on August 14th. Those who missed out<br />
should still be able to find a stream in cyberspace.
66<br />
1960s<br />
YES,�WE�HAVE�NO�BANANAS<br />
KRIS NEEDS journeys back to the album he’s heard “more than any other”, and one that has come<br />
to define the term seminal<br />
THE VELVET<br />
UNDERGROUND & NICO<br />
<strong>The</strong> Velvet Underground & Nico<br />
Universal 6-CD box set<br />
During the summer of 1967 there<br />
was a short-lived magazine called<br />
Flower Scene, a kind of Carnaby<br />
Street view of <strong>The</strong> Summer Of<br />
Love, covering the likes of <strong>The</strong><br />
Flowerpot Men, rinsed in peaceloving<br />
vibes. Amidst the beatific<br />
smiles lurked a page devoted to<br />
five sinister-looking figures,<br />
including a Teutonic ice-blonde,<br />
looking blankly menacing. <strong>The</strong><br />
short feature talked about “one of<br />
the leading outfits on the<br />
psychedelic scene, perhaps the<br />
most commercial of the American<br />
groups in that particular vein and<br />
[one that] will almost certainly<br />
make the biggest impact on the<br />
British public”.<br />
Forty-five years later, this<br />
cutely innocent early UK press of<br />
<strong>The</strong> Velvet Underground And Nico<br />
sounds inadvertently spot-on –<br />
the album WOULD make the<br />
biggest impact on the British<br />
public around two decades later.<br />
But, at the time, its consumption<br />
was restricted to those few who<br />
relished its flower power<br />
antithesis, snarfed it on release<br />
and used it to either annoy hippie<br />
neighbours, form a band, or<br />
become magnetised to the sleazy<br />
New York underbelly it portrayed.<br />
So much has been written<br />
about the Velvets’ debut that<br />
further superlatives or even<br />
descriptions of the music are<br />
quite superfluous to<br />
requirements. Sure, it remains<br />
one of the most important,<br />
inestimably influential albums of<br />
all time, its subterranean allure<br />
and aural audacity undiminished<br />
after 45 years. But right now,<br />
after years of seeing those 12<br />
epoch-making tracks repackaged,<br />
remade and remodelled, Velvets<br />
fans will simply want to know if<br />
it’s worth shelling out 90 quid for<br />
a six-CD box.<br />
While making this writer<br />
agonise for the millionth time<br />
over selling his banana original<br />
for a pittance 30 years ago, this is<br />
undoubtedly the album I have<br />
heard more than any other since<br />
getting a mono original in 1967<br />
(still have that one!) So what’s in<br />
the box? <strong>The</strong>re has to be an<br />
irresistible carrot to attract the<br />
diehards... and there is (along<br />
with an 88-page book written by<br />
Richie Unterberger, which can<br />
only be a draw).<br />
Along with CDs apiece<br />
covering the mono and stereo<br />
versions (the former more of a lofi<br />
wall of sound), which also<br />
include singles versions, and<br />
Nico’s underrated Chelsea Girls<br />
(recorded a year later with the<br />
Velvets), nestle three highly<br />
desirable discs which bootleg<br />
snobs will know, but the man in<br />
shades on the street will salivate<br />
over. CD four is the fabled<br />
Scepter studio acetate, cut on<br />
April 25th ’66, found in a New<br />
York flea market for 75 cents in<br />
2004 and sold on eBay for<br />
$150,000. For someone as<br />
stricken and besotted with this<br />
album now as they were 45 years<br />
ago, hearing ‘Venus In Furs’ with<br />
different, less menacing vocals<br />
and more emphasis on the<br />
leather guitar scrapings, ‘Heroin’<br />
with different vocal-viola<br />
dynamic and emphasised bassline,<br />
‘I’m Waiting For <strong>The</strong> Man’<br />
with ostrich guitar scratching<br />
providing main rhythmic focus<br />
instead of Cale’s pounding piano,<br />
plus different takes on ‘All<br />
Tomorrow’s Parties’ and the<br />
terrifying broken glass landslide<br />
of ‘European Son’ (original band<br />
choice for opening track!) is<br />
nothing short of revelatory. <strong>The</strong>se<br />
tracks represent the original stab<br />
At the time, its consumption was<br />
restricted to those few who relished its<br />
flower power antithesis and used it to either<br />
annoy hippie neighbours or form a band<br />
at the album in a decaying New<br />
York studio, before some was rerecorded<br />
with (former Sun Ra)<br />
producer Tom Wilson in LA. CD<br />
four also features Factory<br />
rehearsals, including the<br />
previously unknown ‘Walk<br />
Alone’, Bo Diddley’s ‘Cracking<br />
Up’, ‘Miss Joannie Lee’, where Lou<br />
takes off on a skin-freezing<br />
ostrich guitar assault, and Nico<br />
gamely trying to sing ‘<strong>The</strong>re She<br />
Goes Again’. Thankfully, this will<br />
be the other disc on the more<br />
affordable two-CD deluxe edition,<br />
along with stereo version of the<br />
album, which is also available on<br />
its own, along with a vinyl<br />
version. (<strong>The</strong> lot’s also on<br />
download, non-physical fans.)<br />
<strong>The</strong>n there are the two live<br />
discs, captured in November ’66<br />
at <strong>The</strong> Valleydale Ballroom in<br />
Columbus, Ohio. Metronomic, 27minute<br />
‘<strong>The</strong> Nothing Song’ is a<br />
rare chronicle of what they were<br />
playing for Warhol’s Exploding<br />
Plastic Inevitable, all four<br />
improvising over Moe Tucker’s<br />
heartbeat tom-tom pulse. After<br />
fairly faithful renditions of first<br />
album songs, (‘Run Run Run’ a<br />
gloriously vicious guitar snarlup),<br />
the set closes with the full<br />
28-minute slo-mo throb of ‘Sister<br />
Ray’ blueprint ‘Melody Laughter’<br />
(10 minutes appeared on ’95’s<br />
Peel Slowly & See box set).<br />
Not many albums deserve such<br />
recycling but, having sat through<br />
all six CDs five times, it must be<br />
said that enough of the right kind<br />
of thought went into this to make<br />
a highly desirable VU artefact.<br />
Even if, after 45 years, new<br />
delights still appear, the new<br />
versions can only spice up this<br />
already rock solid marriage,<br />
while newly-weds won’t know<br />
what’s hit ’em.<br />
Subterranean allure: John Cale, Mo Tucker, Nico, Sterling Morrison and Lou Reed (front)
BOOKER T & THE MG’S<br />
Green Onions Concord/Stax CD<br />
‘Green Onions’ is<br />
like much of <strong>The</strong><br />
Beatles’ material<br />
in that we’ve<br />
been so<br />
overexposed to<br />
it, it’s virtually<br />
impossible to hear it with fresh ears<br />
anymore. But there’s no denying<br />
that the groove-happy track is<br />
simply one of the finest<br />
instrumentals ever recorded. It’s not<br />
surprising that the head honchos at<br />
Stax, having heard the cut, knew<br />
they needed to make the MG’s –<br />
which up untill that point had been<br />
merely a backing unit supporting<br />
other artists – its own band, and<br />
needed to quickly pull together an<br />
album of their tunes.<br />
<strong>The</strong> record, released in 1962,<br />
sounds like what it is: a rush release<br />
to promote a new band that had a<br />
sizzling single. Even if the album is a<br />
hurry-up job, though, when is it not a<br />
good thing to listen to Booker T &<br />
<strong>The</strong> MG’s play? <strong>The</strong> bonuses are two<br />
selections from a ’65 live show –<br />
rawer than the studio versions and all<br />
the better for it.<br />
Brian Greene<br />
EVERY MOTHER’S SON<br />
Come On Down: <strong>The</strong> Complete<br />
MGM Recordings Now Sounds CD<br />
This writer picked<br />
up a dog-eared<br />
copy of Every<br />
Mother’s Son’s<br />
Back for pennies<br />
in the mid-1980s<br />
and has<br />
remained charmed by its roughedged<br />
naivety and surfeit of blinding<br />
tunes ever since. Okay, it sounds like<br />
it was mastered by a 70-year-old<br />
lathe worker who’d left the machine<br />
running while he went for a fag, but<br />
the sheer diversity of the fresh-faced<br />
quintet’s carte blanche approach to<br />
writing and recording – wherein<br />
powerpop, garage, country, sunshinepop<br />
and psychedelia were all grist to<br />
the mill – shines from every cut. To<br />
hear the likes of ‘I May Be Right’,<br />
‘Pony With <strong>The</strong> Golden Mane’, ‘Proper<br />
Four Leaf Clover’ and the jawdropping<br />
‘Put Your Mind At Ease’ in<br />
master tape fidelity for the first time<br />
is a treat.<br />
And then there’s the first album.<br />
Less assured, more reliant on teenappeal<br />
clichés but boasting the<br />
irrepressible US #6 smash, ‘Come<br />
On Down To My Boat’ (on which<br />
Love meets <strong>The</strong> 1910 Fruitgum<br />
Company) and Nuggets-worthy raveup<br />
‘Alison Dozer’, it nevertheless<br />
holds up remarkably well alongside<br />
much teen-orientated Hollywood pop<br />
of the day. Everything bar the hit is<br />
self-penned too.<br />
Phased non-album ’68 single ‘No<br />
One Knows’ hints tantalisingly at<br />
what might have followed.<br />
Andy Morten<br />
THE FRAYS<br />
90 Wardour Street Acid Jazz CD/LP<br />
From a lone, untitled 1965 acetate<br />
comes this unreleased album. <strong>The</strong><br />
Frays’ storming Decca flop 45, ‘Keep<br />
Me Covered’, has long since been a<br />
cult favourite. Here are 13 others to<br />
go with it. Recorded in the studio<br />
behind <strong>The</strong> Marquee Club, <strong>The</strong> Frays<br />
belt out first-wave boom R&B in a<br />
convincing manner.<br />
About half of these cuts are<br />
perfunctory harp-led renditions of<br />
‘Help Me’, ‘Keep it To Yourself’ et al.<br />
<strong>The</strong> other half shows the band was<br />
highly capable, strongly rehearsed<br />
and tight with their music. Singer and<br />
harpist Brian Howard enunciates his<br />
best white Delta bluesman, as “first”<br />
becomes “foist”. <strong>The</strong>re are fine<br />
Georgie Fame moves to begin with<br />
whilst, at the other end, ‘Groovin’’ is<br />
a fast but mono-chorded slow-burner<br />
that you can imagine ending a<br />
steaming hot Marquee Saturday<br />
night.<br />
Paul <strong>Martin</strong><br />
Some mothers do ‘ave ‘em:<br />
BURL IVES<br />
Sweet, Sad & <strong>Salty</strong> Omni Recording<br />
Corporation CD<br />
In something of a<br />
dramatic stylistic<br />
departure from<br />
their regular<br />
experimental fare,<br />
the ORC bring<br />
you the sound of<br />
latter day minstrel and self-styled<br />
country balladeer Burl Ives as you<br />
might never have heard him before.<br />
Investigated by Senator Joseph<br />
McCarthy’s infamous House<br />
Committee On Un-American Activities<br />
during the early ’50s for his support<br />
of egalitarian causes and workers’<br />
rights, Ives was also a lifelong highranking<br />
Freemason, and these<br />
biographical details add a fascinating<br />
twist to the subject matter of the<br />
songs on this miscellany of<br />
recordings taken from his string of<br />
Decca/MCA albums recorded in<br />
Nashville during the ’60s and early<br />
’70s, stretching from <strong>The</strong> Versatile<br />
Burl Ives! in ’61 to Payin’ My Dues<br />
Again in ’73, and including five<br />
previously unreleased tracks.<br />
Just for the record, the colourful<br />
subject matter includes the power of<br />
money, booze, murder, executions,<br />
hobo life, unemployment, girlie mags<br />
and hippy communes.<br />
Grahame Bent<br />
KING GEORGE DISCOVERY<br />
Peace Of Mind Shadoks CD/LP<br />
‘King’ George Clemons was playing in<br />
New York and rubbing shoulders with<br />
Jimi Hendrix and<br />
Castor when<br />
Scandinavian<br />
music agents<br />
lured him to<br />
Sweden. <strong>The</strong>re,<br />
he joined a black<br />
soul band, <strong>The</strong> Harlem Kiddies, while<br />
simultaneously forming his own more<br />
psychedelic band, <strong>The</strong> King George<br />
Discovery. <strong>The</strong>y recorded one selftitled<br />
LP for the Haparanda label in<br />
1969 (reissued on CD by World<br />
Psychedelia a few years ago). Peace<br />
Of Mind is comprised of out-takes<br />
from that album.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Hendrix equation is evident in<br />
the 14-minute ‘It Ain’t Me (In <strong>The</strong><br />
Spirit Of Jimi Hendrix)’ – very much in<br />
the mould of ‘Stone Free’. <strong>The</strong>re’s a<br />
very haunting take on ‘Light My Fire’,<br />
plus six other tuneful and rhythmic<br />
grooves that make up this 36-minute<br />
set. Songs seem to emerge rather<br />
than start, giving the set a<br />
disorienting feel. It’s none the poorer<br />
for it though, and well worth a listen.<br />
Paul <strong>Martin</strong><br />
THE KNACK<br />
Time Waits For No One: <strong>The</strong><br />
Complete Recordings Now Sounds CD<br />
Debuting in<br />
February 1967<br />
with the<br />
explosive,<br />
Anglophile<br />
powerpopper<br />
‘Time Waits For<br />
No One’ and bowing out less than a<br />
year later with their fourth single, the<br />
67
68<br />
1960s<br />
woozy, San Fran-infused ‘Freedom<br />
Now’, <strong>The</strong> Knack came infuriatingly<br />
close to a commercial breakthrough.<br />
Not that that’s any reflection of their<br />
abilities, of course. <strong>The</strong> LA quartet<br />
possessed more than its fair share of<br />
songwriting chops and instrumental<br />
prowess, as the eight songs released<br />
on Capitol during those 11 months<br />
and gathered on this definitive, firsttime<br />
anthology alongside five<br />
previously unreleased and equally<br />
assured recordings, prove in spades.<br />
One listen to ‘I’m Aware’, ‘Pretty<br />
Daisy’ and ‘Lady In <strong>The</strong> Window’ will<br />
have you scratching your head and<br />
wondering why these singles aren’t<br />
mainstays of ’60s sunshine-pop<br />
compilations but, as is often the<br />
case, record company blunders and<br />
radio station tit-for-tat ensured <strong>The</strong><br />
Knack’s records weren’t exposed in<br />
crucial territories like their hometown<br />
of LA. Now Sounds’ customary indepth<br />
liners tell the whole story.<br />
Andy Morten<br />
KRZYSZTOF KOMEDA<br />
Knife In <strong>The</strong> Water OST él CD<br />
Celebrated as the<br />
composer of the<br />
scores for Roman<br />
Polanski’s <strong>The</strong><br />
Fearless Vampire<br />
Killers, Cul-De-<br />
Sac and<br />
Rosemary’s Baby, Krzysztof Komeda’s<br />
score for Polanski’s ground-breaking<br />
1962 debut feature, Knife In <strong>The</strong><br />
Water, represents the breakthrough<br />
moment of what would prove to be<br />
an intensely fruitful partnership for<br />
the pair throughout the ’60s.<br />
Recorded in ’61, the four tracks<br />
that comprise the score are<br />
essentially an Eastern European<br />
variation on the then in vogue modal<br />
/cool jazz school, performed by a<br />
four-piece ensemble with Komeda<br />
himself on piano. Additionally, this<br />
visit to the archives also includes a<br />
selection of tracks by <strong>The</strong> Krzysztof<br />
Komeda Quintet from the soundtrack<br />
of Andrzej Wajda’s ’60 feature<br />
Innocent Sorcerers, the extended<br />
piece ‘Roman Two’ from ’61 and a<br />
selection of studio and live<br />
recordings of various Komeda-led<br />
combos, including <strong>The</strong> Trio Komedy<br />
at <strong>The</strong> Warsaw Jazz Jamboree<br />
Festivals of ’60 and ’61, and the<br />
historic Sopot I Jazz Festival of ’56.<br />
Grahame Bent<br />
LEVIATHAN<br />
Unleashed Record Collector 2-LP<br />
In 1968, the<br />
former Mike<br />
Stuart Span<br />
signed to Elektra<br />
Records, changed<br />
their name to<br />
Leviathan and<br />
recorded an album. Three singles<br />
were issued but the LP was not. Until<br />
now. Here for the first time, and from<br />
the master tapes, is that lost album.<br />
Spread over three sides of wax<br />
(the fourth is laser etched), this 180gram<br />
jewel is housed in a glossy<br />
gatefold sleeve and is issued in a<br />
limited, certified edition of just 750<br />
copies. Owners of Tenth Planet’s<br />
Timespan set will be familiar with<br />
most of the songs, though those cuts<br />
were all culled from acetates.<br />
Leviathan re-recorded those songs for<br />
Elektra and several of them are<br />
markedly different, with an added<br />
bass solo or a differing guitar part<br />
and fabulous sound separation<br />
throughout, so you most definitely<br />
need both titles. <strong>The</strong> Leviathan<br />
singles are all here as well.<br />
Available from Record Collector’s<br />
online shop.<br />
Paul <strong>Martin</strong><br />
MC SQUARED<br />
Tantalizing Colours: <strong>The</strong> Reprise<br />
Recordings Now Sounds CD<br />
Nothing to do with the theory of<br />
relativity, MC Squared was a mid-60s<br />
US harmony-pop band with<br />
psychedelic undertones, so named<br />
because two of the band members<br />
had the initials MC. <strong>The</strong>y hung<br />
around long enough to release a pair<br />
of singles and record an album’s<br />
worth of tracks, which are collected<br />
Priscilla Paris: “festily independent”<br />
and released for the first time here.<br />
From the opener, ‘Bornatzatt’,<br />
which mixes easy and bossa vibes<br />
with complex jazz time shifts, it’s<br />
clear that MC Squared were driven by<br />
some serious talent. <strong>The</strong> harmonydrenched<br />
songs with gorgeous but<br />
understated melodies recall both <strong>The</strong><br />
Mamas & <strong>The</strong> Papas and, at times,<br />
the psych-tinged folk-rock of <strong>The</strong><br />
Peanut Butter Conspiracy. ‘Miss<br />
Abercrombie’ could almost have<br />
come from the British folk canon of a<br />
few years later, while ‘<strong>The</strong> Stoning Of<br />
A Quiet Man’ sounds like <strong>The</strong> Groop,<br />
who, in my book, are the ultimate<br />
easy/psych combo.<br />
Ashley Norris<br />
THE OLIVERS<br />
Lost Dove Session Break-A-Way LP<br />
Hailing from Fort<br />
Wayne, Indiana,<br />
<strong>The</strong> Olivers are<br />
known for their<br />
classic garage<br />
45, ‘I Saw What<br />
You Did’. By<br />
1969, however, they’d become a<br />
heavy psychedelic rock band. As<br />
such they recorded an album at Dove<br />
Studio in Minneapolis, which has<br />
only now been released. <strong>The</strong> sevensong<br />
set features titles such as<br />
‘Mushroom’ and most proceed in a<br />
fluid, groovy and soulful harmonyrock<br />
vein with great guitar passages.<br />
One wonders if they’d been<br />
listening to the first Velvet<br />
Underground album as their 12-plus<br />
minute opus ‘Social Slavery’ riffs on<br />
two chords with a barrage of weird<br />
sounds reminiscent of ‘Sister Ray’. By<br />
contrast, ‘Someday, Somewhere’ is a<br />
short, heartfelt acoustic number. <strong>The</strong>y<br />
even have a (different) song called<br />
‘<strong>The</strong> End’. This is most definitely a<br />
discovery worthy of reissue and a CD<br />
edition with extra tracks by earlier<br />
band incarnations is also slated for<br />
release.<br />
Paul <strong>Martin</strong><br />
PRISCILLA PARIS<br />
Love, Priscilla Ace CD<br />
Priscilla Paris was lead voice of <strong>The</strong><br />
Paris Sisters, propelled to early girl<br />
group stardom by Phil Spector in<br />
1961 with the magical ‘I Love How<br />
You Love Me’. <strong>The</strong> feistily independent<br />
chanteuse (who sensibly rebuffed<br />
Spector’s advances) had her own<br />
agenda, writing the highly personal<br />
songs that appeared on ’67’s Priscilla<br />
Sings Herself.<br />
First single ‘He Noticed Me’ thrust<br />
her mellifluous voice to the fore,<br />
tinged with the naked emotion which<br />
characterised her work away from her<br />
siblings. <strong>The</strong> album was studded with<br />
self-written gems such as the soulbaring<br />
plea of ‘Help Me’, plus ‘By <strong>The</strong><br />
Time I Get To Phoenix’, dis concertingly<br />
placing herself as the woman. 1969’s<br />
Priscilla Loves Billy [sic] saw her<br />
homaging Billie Holiday, relishing<br />
throwing herself into Lady Day’s<br />
songbook, triumphing on the pained<br />
intimacy of ‘In My Solitude’ and ‘Crazy<br />
He Calls Me’. Both albums here, with<br />
four recently unearthed nuggets,<br />
making for another vital Ace curio.<br />
Kris Needs
RUPERT’S PEOPLE<br />
Rupert’s People And Beyond Angel<br />
Air CD<br />
Rupert’s People<br />
had a confusing<br />
existence –<br />
releasing<br />
‘Reflections Of<br />
Charles Brown’,<br />
(performed by<br />
Les Fleurs de Lys) under this moniker<br />
before the Fleurs went AWOL, leaving<br />
a record deal but no band.<br />
‘Reflections...’ was a re-write of Rod<br />
Lynton’s ‘Charles Brown’, combining<br />
the original lyrics with a descending<br />
chord structure, pre-dating, but not<br />
unlike Procol Harum’s biggie. Rod’s<br />
band, <strong>The</strong> Sweet Feeling, became<br />
Rupert’s People, releasing two further<br />
singles in 1967, British psych gems<br />
the lot of ’em and all included here.<br />
Calling it a day in ’69 (with offcuts<br />
by early ’70s projects by<br />
Matchbox and Swampfox added to<br />
this release), they reformed to play at<br />
Hastings Mod Rally in ’99. This<br />
collection also features some of<br />
these live recordings, boasting a<br />
great Hammond/psych guitar-driven<br />
‘You Can’t Always Get What You<br />
Want’ and a Marriottesque vocal on<br />
<strong>The</strong> Small Faces’ ‘My Mind’s Eye’.<br />
Paul Hooper-Keeley<br />
MIKE SEEGER<br />
Mike Seeger Vanguard CD<br />
Growing up as<br />
the son of<br />
respected<br />
folkalogists<br />
Charles and Ruth<br />
Seeger (half bro<br />
to the venerable<br />
Pete) meant Mike being dunked from<br />
childhood in America’s oldest<br />
musical form, while becoming<br />
proficient on a gamut of stringed<br />
instruments. He became heavily<br />
involved in the updating and<br />
translating of folk music for new<br />
generations in the ’50s as a member<br />
of <strong>The</strong> New Lost City Ramblers, who<br />
so influenced the young Dylan.<br />
In 1964, Mike released his first<br />
solo album, now regarded as a<br />
pivotal work in the re-evaluation of<br />
Southern folk music – his sublime<br />
renditions of traditional chestnuts<br />
such as ‘Fishing Blues’ and<br />
‘Waterbound’ pulsing with new life,<br />
particularly an eerie, a capella ‘Young<br />
McAfee On <strong>The</strong> Gallows’. He also<br />
lends his knowledge and passion to<br />
ditties by the Fiddlin’ John Carson,<br />
Carter Family, Frank Hutchison and<br />
Grandpa Jones, but there are many<br />
more voices beaming through here,<br />
some stretching back centuries.<br />
Kris Needs<br />
SRC<br />
SRC/Milestones/Traveller’s Tale<br />
BGO 2-CD<br />
Nary a <strong>Shindig</strong>! goes by without John<br />
Peel getting props but, as the notes<br />
on this reissue of the late ’60s<br />
Detroit psych rockers attest, it was<br />
Sail�On�Sailor<br />
THE STEVE MILLER BAND<br />
Children Of <strong>The</strong> Future<br />
Sailor<br />
Your Saving Grace<br />
Brave New World<br />
Number 5<br />
All Edsel CDs<br />
I don’t often tell people that they<br />
“have to” hear something. I may<br />
“suggest” things. I may “cajole”. I<br />
may “insist”. I may on occasion<br />
“grab you by the lapels”. But to say<br />
that you “have to” hear something<br />
is tantamount to robbing you of<br />
your free will. And hey, that’s<br />
just not me.<br />
IF, however, when you hear the<br />
words Steve Miller Band your<br />
thoughts run straight to ‘Fly Like<br />
An Eagle’, ‘Jet Airliner’ or (gag)<br />
‘Abracadabra’, well, then, you<br />
really do “need to” hear these. I<br />
don’t even care if you like them or<br />
not. You just “need to” know what<br />
else is behind the curtain, as it<br />
were.<br />
Maybe this is not as big a<br />
problem in the UK as it is here in<br />
the USA, where there are two<br />
entire generations – two and a<br />
half, maybe – who have spent<br />
their entire lives with one ear<br />
glued to a radio, are intimately<br />
familiar with the abovereferenced<br />
tunes (and the<br />
soporific ‘<strong>The</strong> Joker’) and have<br />
still never heard ‘Living In <strong>The</strong><br />
USA’ or ‘Space Cowboy’. But I do<br />
suspect that this is a global<br />
infirmity rather than a local one,<br />
and that’s just sad.<br />
Miller was a fish out of water<br />
<strong>The</strong> Steve Miller Band (no Labour party jokes please – we’re British)<br />
in San Francisco in 1968. White<br />
boy, playing Chicago blues,<br />
dropped head first into <strong>The</strong><br />
Official Headquarters Of US<br />
Psychedelia. He melded the two<br />
genres beautifully, as these five<br />
essential LPs illustrate. And if<br />
you didn’t know any of the<br />
aforementioned, you probably<br />
didn’t know that SMB also<br />
contained one young and hungry<br />
Boz Scaggs, years before he too<br />
would become a staple of the<br />
Way-Too-Shiny end of the radio<br />
dial. His ‘Baby’s Calling Me<br />
Home’ is something which you<br />
really “have to” hear.<br />
All five of these LPs speak<br />
right from the heart of late ’60s<br />
rock music, for all that’s worth.<br />
And, with production (on the<br />
first two) by Glyn Johns and<br />
guest appearances by the likes of<br />
Nicky Hopkins, they manage in<br />
spots to out-Traffic Traffic with<br />
as much ease and aplomb as they<br />
out-Steppenwolf Steppenwolf.<br />
Mike Fornatale<br />
69
Let’s kick things off with the<br />
familiar shuffling rhythm of<br />
BENNY SPELLMAN’s<br />
‘Fortune Teller’; a staple for<br />
beat and garage groups of the<br />
’60s from the Stones and<br />
beyond. Still popular to this<br />
day at mod-friendly do’s, this and 29 other<br />
tracks are featured on the comprehensive<br />
Fortune Teller: A Singles Collection 1960-67<br />
(Shout CD). Spellman was also deployed as a<br />
backing singer for the likes of Ernie-K-Doe, Chris<br />
Kenner, Lee Dorsey and Fats Domino, so a single<br />
CD could never do him justice. But, this is as<br />
good as it gets for now. From the graceful<br />
‘Lipstick Traces’ to the moody, New Breedflavoured<br />
‘Ammerette’, there’s plenty of New<br />
Orleans magic to keep you going until the next<br />
Mardi Gras.<br />
Stax soul girls,<br />
JEANNE AND<br />
THE DARLINGS<br />
and THE<br />
CHARMELS<br />
barely get a<br />
mention in Rob<br />
Bowman’s weighty Stax tome, but<br />
<strong>The</strong> Darlings’ funky ‘Soul Girl’ and<br />
<strong>The</strong> Charmels’ heart-tingling ‘As<br />
Long As I Got You’ are<br />
quintessential Stax Gold. <strong>The</strong>ir<br />
complete recordings are presented<br />
for the first time on the eagerly<br />
anticipated We’re <strong>The</strong> Soul Girls<br />
(Stax CD). Sultry downbeat soulful<br />
ballads and punchy horn-driven uptempo<br />
grooves abound with a stellar<br />
support cast. Isaac Hayes and David<br />
Porter provided most of the material<br />
for the girls, with Booker T & <strong>The</strong><br />
MG’s and <strong>The</strong> Memphis Horns<br />
supplying the beats.<br />
Another Stax<br />
obscurity, HOT<br />
SAUCE<br />
FEATURING<br />
RHONDA<br />
WASHINGTON<br />
had an album<br />
planned for release on Volt before<br />
bankruptcy hit the label. <strong>The</strong> group<br />
became a solo vehicle for the<br />
astoundingly soulful voice of Rhonda<br />
Washington and managed to release five singles<br />
before the label imploded. Good Woman<br />
Turning Bad (Stax CD) was the title of their<br />
projected Volt album. Thanks to the recent<br />
discovery of a proposed track listing, Ace have<br />
sequence the CD in the same order alongside<br />
two non-album B-sides. This is lovely later<br />
period mid-paced Stax fodder, from the<br />
sumptuous grooves of ‘Bring It Home’ to the<br />
ballsy funk of ‘Love Strike’. Mystery surrounds<br />
Rhonda, we can’t be sure of her real name or<br />
current whereabouts, but her powerful voice<br />
was the group’s main weapon.<br />
70<br />
CELLARFUL OF SOUL<br />
Obscurities from Stax and Sounds Of Memphis rub shoulders with classics from Benny Spellman<br />
and Bobby Womack. PAUL RITCHIE digs<br />
A recent Guardian interview<br />
with BOBBY WOMACK<br />
revealed the singer still had<br />
plenty of fire in his belly<br />
despite being hospital-bound<br />
with a debilitating illness. It<br />
was typical of his<br />
uncompromising nature that once had him at<br />
loggerheads with a former record company who<br />
had demanded a disco album from him, only to<br />
be offered a country album instead, which<br />
Womack had wanted to call Move Over Charley<br />
Pride And Give Another Nigger A Chance. <strong>The</strong><br />
40th anniversary edition of the soundtrack<br />
Across 110th Street (Charly 2-CD/LP) is packaged<br />
in a neat hardback book format with two other<br />
solo efforts, Facts Of Life (’73) and Lookin’ For A<br />
Love Again (’74). Despite the mighty title track,<br />
soundtrack albums, particularly those littered<br />
with instrumentals, tend to lose perspective<br />
when separated from the silver screen.<br />
Thankfully, this package is worth a punt with<br />
the bonus of two additional albums that<br />
capture Womack on top form. His majestic,<br />
huskily half spoken-word ballads in particular<br />
are top-drawer soul, always worth checking out.<br />
Barbara Brown: a lost soul gem found<br />
R&B and country music are<br />
unlikely kissing cousins, but<br />
as proved by everyone from<br />
Ray Charles to Gram Parsons,<br />
country soul at its finest<br />
transcends barriers. <strong>The</strong><br />
music on Behind Closed<br />
Doors: Where Country Meets Soul (Kent CD) may<br />
well have been what Gram Parsons had in mind<br />
when he coined the phrase “Cosmic American<br />
Music”. <strong>The</strong> premise here is black American<br />
artists interpreting country standards. <strong>The</strong>se<br />
wonderful interpretations evoke images of<br />
Stetson hats and Clarence White as much as<br />
they do Clarence Carter and Afros. <strong>The</strong> soul<br />
oozes from behind those saloon doors. Real tears<br />
in your beer stuff.<br />
<strong>The</strong> roots of rap go way back before the bloc<br />
parties to the spoken word jazz poetry of Gil<br />
Scott-Heron and <strong>The</strong> Last Poets. Despite the naff<br />
title, Ancestors Of Rap (Tramp CD/2-LP) is a<br />
worthy collection of mostly<br />
obscure proto-rap that builds<br />
on essential deep funk<br />
collections such as Stones<br />
Throw’s <strong>The</strong> Funky 16<br />
Corners. You could easily<br />
imagine <strong>The</strong> Beastie Boys<br />
riffing enthusiastically over opener ‘We Got <strong>The</strong><br />
Number’ by Pigmeat Markham – a comedian by<br />
trade. Seriously funky, pulsating and often<br />
hilarious stuff, check out Blowfly, the alter-ego<br />
of Clarence Reid, who gets real naughty on the<br />
crude, adults-only ‘Sesame Street’.<br />
Loving On <strong>The</strong> Flipside: Sweet Funk And Beat-<br />
Heavy Ballads 1969-1977 (Now-Again CD/2-LP) is<br />
crammed with lo-fi mellow ballads often found<br />
tucked on the B-sides of funk 45s. If you dig the<br />
Eccentric Soul series, this one is of a similar ilk.<br />
<strong>The</strong> musicians sound like they are<br />
waking from a<br />
slumber, yet still<br />
manage to pull<br />
off subtle funky<br />
rhythms. That<br />
old Charlie<br />
Watts adage,<br />
less is more, couldn’t be truer.<br />
Despite the no frills productions,<br />
there’s no shortage of soul from<br />
mainly obscure artists like the<br />
Darling Dears, Little Janice and Lee<br />
Bonds. <strong>The</strong> collection also features<br />
a deluxe 80-page book filled with<br />
rare photos and each band’s story.<br />
If you dug the<br />
first volume of<br />
the New Yorkbased<br />
Scepter,<br />
Wand and<br />
Musicor labels<br />
then you will<br />
dig Manhattan Soul Volume 2<br />
(Kent CD). A variety of soulful<br />
styles are represented from all<br />
over America, including Philly,<br />
Chicago and Memphis. This CD is<br />
worth its weight in gold thanks to<br />
three hard-nosed R&B heavy,<br />
modish standouts from Irma &<br />
<strong>The</strong> Fascinators, Lois Lane and<br />
Lou Lawton. However, the shift in<br />
styles makes for an uneven<br />
listening experience that perhaps could be<br />
better sequenced with dancers at the front<br />
and slowies at the back.<br />
Finally, there has been<br />
much to celebrate from the<br />
discovery of the Sounds Of<br />
Memphis stable, and Lost<br />
Soul Gems From <strong>The</strong> Sounds<br />
Of Memphis (Kent CD)<br />
provides further evidence of<br />
the label’s seemingly endless treasure trove of<br />
Memphis soul. <strong>The</strong> only problem with this<br />
latest compilation is the inclusion of a couple<br />
of mid-80s tracks that deter from the classic<br />
sound and quality we’ve become to expect.<br />
But with more terrific performances from<br />
William Bollinger and Barbara & <strong>The</strong> Browns<br />
to name but two, you’d be foolish to overlook<br />
this one if you loved the previous releases.<br />
Just ditch those off-piste ’80s efforts next time<br />
pur-lease!
his support which<br />
got them released<br />
here, after he<br />
hammered<br />
1968’s raging<br />
debut, ‘Black<br />
Sheep’ –<br />
quintessential early SRC as Glenn<br />
Quackenbush’s Hammond organ<br />
dogfights with brother Gary’s stinging<br />
lead guitar, conjuring seat-gripping<br />
collisions between Cipollina-style<br />
vibrato and Motor City pantsscorching,<br />
while singer Scott<br />
Richardson vents impassioned soul.<br />
<strong>The</strong> first album’s Love-style<br />
eloquence and axe/organ dynamics<br />
massively influenced early Genesis,<br />
proto-prog undercurrents<br />
mushrooming on March ’69’s<br />
Milestones, including a bombastic<br />
mash-up of ‘In <strong>The</strong> Hall Of <strong>The</strong><br />
Mountain King’ and ‘Beck’s Bolero’.<br />
Gary Quackenbush had been replaced<br />
by the more restrained Ray Goodman<br />
by ’70’s Traveller’s Tale, UK-style prognastics<br />
now dominating – ‘<strong>The</strong><br />
Offering’ even using an orchestra.<br />
Intriguing as a US take on the genre,<br />
but that blazing debut remains the<br />
unsung Detroit psych milestone.<br />
Kris Needs<br />
VARIOUS ARTISTS<br />
Electric Eden: Unearthing<br />
Britain’s Visionary Music Universal 2-<br />
CD<br />
Performing a ‘Threeple Hammer<br />
Damson’ in the wake of the book of<br />
the same title comes this companion<br />
compilation of British folk-rock from<br />
the late ’60s and early ’70s,<br />
compiled by the book’s author, Rob<br />
Young. Electric Eden has been hotly<br />
debated elsewhere, some hailing it<br />
as the definitive tome on UK folk and<br />
folk-rock, while others accuse it of<br />
inaccuracies through a premise that<br />
both rose-tints and mythologises the<br />
genre.<br />
<strong>The</strong>se two discs are filled with a<br />
pretty good selection of bands from<br />
the book, although <strong>The</strong> Water Into<br />
Wine Band (a Christian outfit who<br />
played with Cliff Richard) are<br />
somewhat at odds with the magical<br />
pagan concept, the MOR Tudor Lodge<br />
selection is not their best and Meic<br />
Stevens is far more Americansounding<br />
here than British. Missing in<br />
action are Magna Carta, Storyteller,<br />
Lindisfarne, Decameron, Nigel Mazlyn<br />
Jones, Steve Ashley and many others.<br />
Entertaining? Certainly. Definitive? No.<br />
Richard Allen<br />
VARIOUS ARTISTS<br />
Have Mercy!: <strong>The</strong> Songs Of Don<br />
Covay Ace CD<br />
This addition to<br />
Ace’s vaunted<br />
songwriter series<br />
zeroes in on<br />
legendary<br />
composer and<br />
singer Don<br />
Covay, the son of a Baptist preacher<br />
who was the opening act for Little<br />
Richard in 1957 but, early on,<br />
decided to focus his energy on<br />
writing songs for others, beginning<br />
with Solomon Burke (‘You’re Good<br />
For Me’ is here), Chubby Checker<br />
(likewise ‘Pony Time’) and Gladys<br />
Knight & <strong>The</strong> Pips – Billy Fury’s<br />
version of ‘Letter Full Of Tears’ was a<br />
charter. Later successes included<br />
‘Mercy Mercy’ (cleverly covered here<br />
by <strong>The</strong> Wailers), ‘Sookie Sookie’<br />
(Tina Britt) and the bluesy ‘See Saw’<br />
(Cliff Bennett & <strong>The</strong> Rebel Rockers),<br />
along with the Grammy-nominated<br />
‘Chain Of Fools’.<br />
Other artists represented include<br />
Joe Tex, Gene Vincent, Connie<br />
Francis, Brook Benton (‘Shoes’),<br />
Arlene Smith, Dee Clark (‘Kangaroo<br />
Hop’), Etta James, Wanda Jackson<br />
(‘<strong>The</strong>re’s A Party Goin’ On’) and,<br />
surprisingly, Lena Horne with ‘Love<br />
Bug’. In ’92, Covay had an<br />
incapacitating stroke but has<br />
recuperated well and is, reportedly,<br />
still active.<br />
Gary von Tersch<br />
VARIOUS ARTISTS<br />
<strong>The</strong> Haunted Pad: British<br />
Instrumental Guitar Music Of<br />
<strong>The</strong> Sixties Part One 1960-61 él CD<br />
This impressive<br />
35-track<br />
anthology of<br />
vintage highreverberation<br />
guitar<br />
instrumentals<br />
turns the spotlight on the<br />
immediate pre-Fab Four landscape<br />
of the short-lived but prolific<br />
instrumental boom that happened<br />
in the wake of <strong>The</strong> Shadows hitting<br />
paydirt with ‘Apache’ in the summer<br />
of 1960.<br />
Cruising along in the afterglow of<br />
Hank & Co we’re treated to the rare<br />
delights of combos including <strong>The</strong><br />
Krew Kuts, <strong>The</strong> Tom Cats (both<br />
featuring Big Jim Sullivan), <strong>The</strong><br />
Phantoms, <strong>The</strong> Packabeats, Judd<br />
Proctor, <strong>The</strong> Moontrekkers and <strong>The</strong><br />
Outlaws (both produced by the one<br />
and only Joe Meek), Nero & <strong>The</strong><br />
Gladiators, <strong>The</strong> Ted Taylor Four (who<br />
contribute the album’s memorably<br />
freaky title track), <strong>The</strong> Hunters, <strong>The</strong><br />
John Barry Seven Plus Four (featuring<br />
Vic Flick), <strong>The</strong> Barons, <strong>The</strong> Volcanos<br />
and Sounds Inc.<br />
To close we play out with ‘Ghost<br />
Train’ by the granddaddy of all British<br />
rock ’n’ roll guitarists, Bert Weedon,<br />
in memory of whom this stellar<br />
collection is dedicated.<br />
Grahame Bent<br />
Holland,�Dozier�&<br />
Holland<br />
THE OUTSIDERS<br />
Monkey On Your Back: <strong>The</strong>ir 45s<br />
Q65<br />
<strong>The</strong> Life I Live: <strong>The</strong> Decca 45s<br />
GROUP 1850<br />
Mother No Head: <strong>The</strong>ir 45s<br />
COSMIC DEALER<br />
Crystallization<br />
CARGO<br />
Cargo<br />
All Pseudonym LPs<br />
As a reader of this magazine, it’s<br />
highly unlikely you’ll need a potted<br />
introduction to the delights of<br />
Nederbeat and what followed. <strong>The</strong><br />
Outsiders, Q65 and their long<br />
haired manic beat music most<br />
likely inspired a number of you in<br />
your “relative” yoof. I know they did<br />
me. <strong>The</strong>re’s something undeniably<br />
cool, and particularly Dutch, about<br />
that patented brand of scruffy<br />
attire and wholehearted beat band<br />
panache.<br />
<strong>The</strong> latest set from Pseudonym,<br />
all issued on brilliantly pressed<br />
heavyweight vinyl (“remastered in<br />
the 24-bit domain”) won’t offer<br />
much new for hardened fans, but<br />
they’re essential all the same. <strong>The</strong><br />
Outsiders, Q65 and Group 1850 all<br />
gain singles sets, with the first and<br />
last act receiving career-spanning<br />
As and Bs overviews, and Q65<br />
being rewarded for the early<br />
R&B/psych-era 7” outings.<br />
Musically faultless, aurally<br />
impressive, these updated sets<br />
work so much better than a CD<br />
equivalent might. <strong>The</strong>se collections<br />
are food for thought.<br />
‘Touch’, ‘Daddy Died On<br />
Saturday’, ‘From Above’, ‘So High<br />
I’ve Been, So Down I Must Fall’;<br />
brilliant one and all. It’s just a<br />
shame that this Outsiders set<br />
lacks Mike Stax’s authoritative<br />
essay.<br />
Group 1850 made two fine<br />
albums, but it was when<br />
compressing their spooky<br />
hashish-fuelled visions onto 45<br />
that they impressed most. ‘Misty<br />
Night’, ‘Mother No Head’ and<br />
‘We Love Live (Like We Love<br />
You)’. Say no more.<br />
Moving into the next era we<br />
have Cosmic Dealer, who issued<br />
a fine single in 1971 (‘<strong>The</strong><br />
Scene’), followed by the brilliant<br />
Crystallization – an album that<br />
just about sums up the end of<br />
the psychedelic era and the<br />
beginning of the next. It’s<br />
something of an overseas cousin<br />
to <strong>The</strong> Pretty Things’ Parachute.<br />
Bar a dodgy and misplaced Elvis<br />
cover it’s a rousing, fully<br />
realised affair. An extra album<br />
includes later bonus sides, plus<br />
there’s another informative Stax<br />
essay.<br />
Cargo’s self-titled ’72 album is<br />
heavy on lengthy Allman<br />
Brothers guitar interplay,<br />
indicated by its four tracks. At 15<br />
minutes, ‘Summertime’ goes on<br />
twice as long as it should, but as<br />
funky, harmony vocal-laden jams<br />
go, it’s stupendous.<br />
Did I say these are essential?<br />
Jon ‘Mojo’ Mills<br />
71
1960s<br />
VARIOUS ARTISTS<br />
Love Me Do: 50 Songs That Shaped<br />
<strong>The</strong> Beatles Fantastic Voyage 2-CD<br />
A companion to<br />
the Roots Of<br />
British Beat set<br />
reviewed<br />
elsewhere this<br />
issue, this wellresearched50tracker<br />
sees <strong>The</strong> Beatles’ hugely<br />
eclectic formative influences<br />
exposed. A policy of one tune per<br />
artist ensures the whole thing isn’t<br />
merely an Elvis/Chuck/Little<br />
Richard/Carl Perkins compendium –<br />
quite the opposite in fact. Obscurities<br />
from Les Brown & His Orchestra<br />
(‘Sentimental Journey’, natch) and<br />
<strong>The</strong> Merseysippi Jazz Band (<strong>The</strong><br />
Cavern’s inaugural live act) rub<br />
shoulders with Bill Justis’s ‘Raunchy’<br />
(George Harrison’s audition piece),<br />
Eddie Cochran’s ‘Twenty Flight Rock’<br />
(ditto McCartney) and all manner of<br />
discs beloved of the young fabs that<br />
run the gamut from Peter Sellers and<br />
Anthony Newley to Django Reinhardt<br />
and George Formby.<br />
Of course, ‘Long Tall Sally’, ‘Please<br />
Mr Postman’, ‘Rock ’n’ Roll Music’,<br />
‘Matchbox’, ‘Til <strong>The</strong>re Was You’ et al<br />
are all present and correct but it’s<br />
discovering the hidden connections<br />
to the less obvious selections that<br />
makes this such an engrossing<br />
proposition.<br />
Andy Morten<br />
VARIOUS ARTISTS<br />
Number 8 Wire: 16 Trippy New<br />
Zealand Nuggets 1967-69 Particles CD<br />
When it was<br />
released on vinyl<br />
in 1997, this 16tracker<br />
was<br />
amongst the first<br />
to acknowledge<br />
New Zealand’s<br />
acid-pop heritage, earning itself a<br />
place alongside other Antipodean<br />
must-haves like Anzac’s Dreamtime<br />
Downunder and Raven’s, er,<br />
Downunder Dreamtime, with which it<br />
shares a number of cuts. Familiarity<br />
has done little to diminish the impact<br />
of subsequently oft-compiled high<br />
watermarks like <strong>The</strong> Hi-Revving<br />
Tongues’ ‘Tropic Of Capricorn’, House<br />
Of Nimrod’s ‘Slightly Delic’ and <strong>The</strong><br />
Dave Miller Set’s ‘Mr Guy Fawkes’,<br />
and it’s great to hear that particular<br />
strand of moody, minor-key Kiwi<br />
garage-pop as exemplified by <strong>The</strong><br />
Smoke’s ‘Never Trust Another Man’<br />
and <strong>The</strong> Top Shelf’s ‘Time Beyond’<br />
again, despite them sounding like<br />
they were recorded long distance via<br />
a piece of string and pressed on<br />
cardboard – something the faceless<br />
people behind Particles have done<br />
little or nothing to rectify.<br />
A hand-written, cut ’n’ paste insert<br />
replicating what was presumably that<br />
of the original LP excitedly shrieks<br />
“let’s hear it for psychedelia without<br />
drugs!” Count me in.<br />
Andy Morten<br />
72<br />
VARIOUS ARTISTS<br />
Roots Of British Beat Fantastic Voyage<br />
2-CD<br />
This autumn is<br />
the 50th<br />
anniversary of<br />
‘Love Me Do’, the<br />
initial chart<br />
example of the<br />
British Beat<br />
boom, and Fantastic Voyage marks<br />
the occasion with this timely 50track<br />
collection of some of the<br />
American R&B, rock ’n’ roll, country,<br />
pop and blues hit singles that<br />
provided the inspirational<br />
fountainhead for the UK’s major ’60s<br />
musical developments – from the<br />
Merseyside sound pioneered by <strong>The</strong><br />
Beatles to the West London blues<br />
revolution trail-blazed by <strong>The</strong> Rolling<br />
Stones.<br />
Kicking off with Little Richard’s<br />
incendiary ‘Good Golly Miss Molly’<br />
and Barrett Strong’s gospel-infused<br />
‘Money (That’s What I Want)’ and<br />
closing over two hours later with<br />
Chuck Berry’s rocking story-song<br />
‘Bye Bye Johnny’ and early Chicano<br />
star Chan Romero’s frantic ‘Hippy<br />
Hippy Shake’, the artist roll call<br />
along the way includes everyone<br />
from Slim Harpo, Hank Thompson<br />
and Fats Domino to Buddy Holly,<br />
<strong>The</strong> Coasters, Gene Vincent and<br />
Roy Orbison. Seriously seismic<br />
stuff!<br />
Gary von Tersch<br />
VARIOUS ARTISTS<br />
Saint Etienne Presents Songs For<br />
<strong>The</strong> Lyons Corner House Cherry Red CD<br />
Not to be<br />
confused with<br />
the teashops,<br />
the McDonald’s<br />
of their day,<br />
Lyons Corner<br />
Houses – a<br />
hybrid of café, deli and<br />
restaurant, housed within art-deco<br />
palaces – were the company’s<br />
famous West End establishments,<br />
which thrived between 1909 and<br />
1977.<br />
Jukeboxes were never installed in<br />
the corner houses, but Saint<br />
Etienne’s Bob Stanley fantasises<br />
about what they might have offered if<br />
they had been, on this latest<br />
compilation, which follows his wellreceived<br />
rock, soul and pop<br />
collections Songs For <strong>The</strong> <strong>Dog</strong> &<br />
Duck and Mario’s Café.<br />
This time, Stanley focuses on the<br />
early ’50s “pre-rock” era, when a<br />
depressed Britain went gooey and<br />
nostalgic for cheesy ’30s and ’40sstyle<br />
ballads and high camp. Whilst<br />
it’s difficult to love some of these 25<br />
songs, such as Frankie Laine’s<br />
“cowboy hits” ‘Blowing Wild’ and<br />
‘Hummingbird’, there are some<br />
intriguing re-discoveries, including<br />
the seductive ’55 hit ‘Stowaway’ by<br />
the appropriately named Barbara<br />
Lyons.<br />
Chris Twomey<br />
VARIOUS ARTISTS<br />
Soul Braza Volume 2: Brazilian<br />
60s & 70s Soul Psych No Smoke LP<br />
<strong>The</strong> first volume<br />
of this series has<br />
to have been the<br />
most dance floorfriendly<br />
compilation of<br />
2011. This<br />
second volume is not quite as<br />
immediate but it’s not far behind.<br />
This time there’s a definite mid-70s<br />
jazz-funk tinge and a hefty dollop of<br />
outright James Brown funk – not that<br />
that’s a bad thing of course.<br />
I found the opening<br />
instrumental, ‘Tema De Kiko’ by <strong>The</strong><br />
Youngsters off-putting – too jazzy<br />
and New York orchestral sounding.<br />
However, things soon improve. How<br />
can you resist a singer with a name<br />
like Toni Tornado? <strong>The</strong>re are some<br />
much stronger Tropicalist influences<br />
going on in some tracks, with<br />
manic freeform shouting and<br />
extemporising. <strong>The</strong> majority though<br />
are as pulsating and floor-filling as<br />
on Volume One. <strong>The</strong>re aren’t<br />
enough female vocalists<br />
represented unfortunately, in my<br />
opinion – only Silvinha stands up<br />
for the girls with the wonderful ‘É<br />
Minha Opinião’.<br />
Nonetheless, you’ll need more<br />
than a piña colada to cool you down<br />
after you’ve danced this set out.<br />
Paul <strong>Martin</strong><br />
VARIOUS ARTISTS<br />
Turn To Stone Volume 2 Ashtray LP<br />
New garage<br />
compilations<br />
seem to be thin<br />
on the ground<br />
these days –<br />
have all the best<br />
tunes really been<br />
found and outed? Well, there are a<br />
good few that hadn’t on this second<br />
volume of mid-60s obscurities. <strong>The</strong>y<br />
range from the big sky and fresh air<br />
folk-rock stylings of Califonia’s <strong>The</strong><br />
Dillons on ‘Simple Way Of Life’ to<br />
the urban mosquito fuzztone and<br />
snotty howling of Ontario’s (Those)<br />
Rogues on ‘Girl’. <strong>The</strong> hybrid garagepsych<br />
sound is also present in<br />
Washington’s Misters Virtue’s<br />
‘Summer Night’ and an (anti?)<br />
protest/consciousness song comes<br />
from Michigan’s Mergers with<br />
‘Unworthy American’.<br />
<strong>The</strong> rest of these 16 tracks are all<br />
pretty cool – even the rather slow<br />
cover of ‘You Really Got Me’ and the<br />
“barely finding the right pitch”<br />
backing vocals on <strong>The</strong> Celtics’ ‘Jail’.<br />
Label scans are present but liners<br />
are not. Just let your ears make up<br />
the story.<br />
Paul <strong>Martin</strong><br />
VARIOUS ARTISTS<br />
TV Sound And Image Soul Jazz<br />
2-CD/4-LP<br />
It’s hard to believe that the great<br />
revival of interest in easy listening and<br />
library music<br />
happened nearly<br />
20 years ago. For<br />
those of us<br />
brought up on<br />
Saturday night TV<br />
in Britain during<br />
the ’70s, the Sound Gallery comps<br />
sounded like the return of old friends.<br />
Now of course you can’t turn the telly<br />
on without hearing John Gregory’s<br />
‘Jaguar’ or Alan Hawkshaw’s ‘Girl In A<br />
Sports Car’ accompanying footage of<br />
tossers moving into an even bigger<br />
house.<br />
But I digress. Focusing on TV and<br />
film theme tunes and casting a net<br />
wide enough to ensnare “pop” artists<br />
Pentangle, Wil Malone and CCS,<br />
alongside the usual backbone of<br />
Hatch, Barry, Budd and various Alans,<br />
Brians and Johnnys, this 36-track<br />
collection is a solid if uneven affair.<br />
<strong>The</strong> sequencing is curious (the<br />
synth/disco stylings of the 1980<br />
version of the Tomorrow’s World<br />
theme followed by Brian Fahey’s<br />
comparatively prehistoric ‘At <strong>The</strong> Sign<br />
Of <strong>The</strong> Swingin’ Cymbal’ from 20 years<br />
earlier is jarring, to say the least) and<br />
some of the choices predictable<br />
(‘Whole Lotta Love’ again?)<br />
Such quibbles aside, audiophiles<br />
will bask in the customarily earpopping<br />
sound quality while the 48page<br />
booklet boasts enlightening<br />
notes from Jonny Trunk.<br />
Andy Morten<br />
HEDY WEST<br />
Hedy West/Hedy West Volume 2<br />
Vanguard/Ace CD<br />
Probably the<br />
most<br />
individualistic and<br />
inspiring of the<br />
women singers to<br />
emerge from the<br />
’60s American<br />
folk song revival, West graced both<br />
North American and European folk<br />
scenes because of her politics. This<br />
32-track project offers nicely<br />
remastered editions of both her<br />
exceptional solo studio albums,<br />
recorded for Vanguard (where she<br />
had the likes of Joan Baez and Ian &<br />
Sylvia as label mates) in 1963 and<br />
’64 respectively.<br />
Accompanying her troubled, rawboned<br />
vocals on both banjo and<br />
guitar, West sings with an intensity<br />
and deep melancholy, recalling<br />
both Hazel Dickens and Rosalie<br />
Sorrells, on her signature song ‘500<br />
Miles’ as well as on a wide variety<br />
of mostly traditional material such<br />
as ‘Cotton Mill Girls’, ‘Shady Grove’,<br />
‘Moonshiner’s Lament’, ‘Single Girl’<br />
and ‘Pans Of Biscuits’, along with<br />
other frank songs that often deal<br />
with hard times and struggle. Folk<br />
music historian Ken Hunt’s<br />
extensive booklet essay adroitly<br />
contextualises West’s life, art and<br />
career. All in all, a long overdue<br />
appreciation.<br />
Gary von Tersch
74<br />
1970s<br />
CHICKEN SHACK<br />
Imagination Lady<br />
Esoteric CD<br />
Stan Webb’s<br />
Chicken Shack<br />
was part of Mike<br />
Vernon’s<br />
influential Blue<br />
Horizon label<br />
roster, which<br />
championed the British blues revival<br />
of the late ’60s. Shack’s notoriety<br />
was originally based on Webb’s<br />
intrepid guitar playing in tandem with<br />
the soulful singing of pianist Christine<br />
Perfect (her cover of Etta James’ ‘I’d<br />
Rather Go Blind’ was an early hit) but<br />
by the time this 1972 album was<br />
released, Perfect was long gone and<br />
Shack was a power trio with bassist<br />
John Glascock and drummer Paul<br />
Hancox urging on the charismatic<br />
Webb’s histrionics.<br />
This somewhat uneven set,<br />
nevertheless boasts some great<br />
Webb originals (an 11-minute,<br />
panoramic ‘Telling Your Fortune’, the<br />
harrowing tale of a ‘Poor Boy’ and a<br />
Hendrix-like ‘Daughter Of <strong>The</strong> Hillside’<br />
are high points), along with bluesrocking<br />
covers of both Tim Hardin’s ‘If<br />
I Were A Carpenter’ and Don Nix’s<br />
signature song ‘Goin’ Down’.<br />
Gary von Tersch<br />
CHRISTIE<br />
No Turn Unstoned<br />
Angel Air 2-CD<br />
Overlook the puntastic<br />
title, the<br />
poorly Photo -<br />
shopped cover<br />
(Jeff Christie’s<br />
cigarillo-smoking<br />
mug super -<br />
imposed over the two other band<br />
members’ faces) and the bulk of the<br />
1980s end of this collection (that’s<br />
CD two pretty much taken care of<br />
then), and you’re left with a downright<br />
neat treasury of unreleased Christie<br />
demos and home recordings.<br />
I was only familiar with Christie’s<br />
hits and second album (For All<br />
Mankind) and, while I fully expected<br />
“leftovers”, I was pleasantly surprised<br />
by the timbre of Jeff’s demos. ‘Better<br />
Days’ is pure Pete Ham, and the more<br />
I play this song, the more I’m knocked<br />
literally sideways by it (neatly sitting<br />
equidistant between All Things Must<br />
Pass and Fresh Raspberries). ‘Long<br />
Grass’ and ‘Living Is Giving’ are<br />
beautifully crafted, whilst the boogierock<br />
of ‘One Way Ticket’ has more<br />
moves than Pickfords, and blows my<br />
mind. Nice one, Jeff!<br />
Louis Comfort-Wiggett<br />
CLOVER<br />
Clover/Fourty-Niner Real Gone CD<br />
<strong>The</strong> nucleus of<br />
Clover first came<br />
together in 1967<br />
as Tiny Hearing<br />
Aid Company<br />
and played<br />
“entry level<br />
hippie gigs”, as lead singer/<br />
songwriter, guitarist and pianist Alex<br />
Call recalls them in his liner notes,<br />
at Marin County’s fabled Muir<br />
Beach Tavern. Call, along with lead<br />
and pedal steel guitarist John<br />
McFee, drummer Mitch Howie and<br />
bassist John Giambotti, quickly<br />
developed a local following with<br />
their mellow country-rock sound<br />
and recorded this pair of albums for<br />
Fantasy Records, neither of which,<br />
unfortunately, generated sales.<br />
Clover combined contagious<br />
covers of ‘Shotgun’ and ‘‘Wade In<br />
<strong>The</strong> Water’ (stage act staples) with<br />
great band-generated numbers like<br />
the surreal ‘Lizard Rock ’n’ Roll<br />
Band’ and the carefree ‘Monopoly’,<br />
while Niner boasted their rockin’<br />
bluegrass anthem ‘Chicken Butt’ and<br />
the oft-covered Call originals ‘Mr<br />
Moon’ (Elvis Costello) and ‘Love Is<br />
Gone’ (Brinsley Schwartz). As Call<br />
also recollects, this is “mellow<br />
reefer-and-cheap beer vibed” music<br />
at its best. I’ll say!<br />
Gary von Tersch<br />
ROGER JAMES COOKE<br />
Study RPM CD<br />
I’ve always been<br />
a fan of the big<br />
man’s songbook,<br />
but had never<br />
heard Roger<br />
Cook’s 1970<br />
British<br />
orchestrated-pop monster Study. <strong>The</strong><br />
original 13-track LP is expanded here<br />
and gathers singles and B-sides, a<br />
mixed bag of Cooke/Greenaway<br />
tracks (‘Primrose Jill’ – love it!)<br />
alongside a hand-picked clutch from<br />
the pens of contemporaries.<br />
John/Taupin’s ‘Skyline Pigeon’ and<br />
George Harrison’s ‘Something’ are<br />
minimalist and underplayed, whereas<br />
George <strong>Martin</strong> and Jerry Lordan’s<br />
‘Ellie’ stinks of Jacques Brel in his<br />
darkest of hours.<br />
Personal fave here has to be the<br />
Mike Hazelwood/Albert Hammond<br />
Butlins-pop tour de force ‘Teresa’, a<br />
total belter of a tune – Tom Jones<br />
should have nabbed it. ‘Not That It<br />
Matters Anymore’ and ‘Stop’ are<br />
groovier and I envision 45s of the<br />
latter now beginning to creep up in<br />
price. I hereby highly recommend<br />
Study as one of the pop highlights of<br />
the year.<br />
Louis Comfort-Wiggett<br />
early version of ‘Carnival’ and<br />
covers of Fred Neil, Bert Jansch and<br />
Bob Dylan cornerstones. Disc two<br />
gathers Fairport and Fotheringay<br />
out-takes and the excellent ‘Are <strong>The</strong><br />
Judges Sane’ from a rare Swedish<br />
film soundtrack, whilst the<br />
remaining two discs are filled with<br />
live, alternate and demo versions of<br />
Denny’s ’70s solo outings as well<br />
as Fairport’s Rising For <strong>The</strong> Moon<br />
out-takes.<br />
At the time of writing it is not clear<br />
whether the annoying silence in the<br />
middle of ‘Full Moon’ has been<br />
corrected which, for those with the<br />
19-CD box, could make this the only<br />
reason for purchase.<br />
Richard Allen<br />
KLUSTER<br />
Zwei Osterei Bureau B CD<br />
Recorded in the<br />
space of one<br />
eventful day in<br />
West Berlin in<br />
February 1970<br />
and originally<br />
released on West<br />
German label Schwann (bizarrely a<br />
label initially specialising in church<br />
music), only 300 copies of Zwei<br />
Osterei were pressed, making original<br />
pressings of the album seriously<br />
valuable collectors items. This,<br />
Kluster’s second studio recording is<br />
both an extension and a continuation<br />
SANDY DENNY<br />
<strong>The</strong> Notes & Words: A Collection Of<br />
Demos And Rarities<br />
Universal 4-CD box set<br />
It had to happen. Bobbing in the<br />
wake of the now-deleted 19-CD<br />
“monster box” of 2010 comes this<br />
compact collection, bringing together<br />
most of the material that fuels the<br />
former’s now £1,000 price tag.<br />
Disc one covers Sandy’s earlier<br />
repertoire – although there’s nothing<br />
from her time with <strong>The</strong> Strawbs –<br />
with home demos that include an Down on the ’farne<br />
of its predecessor, Klopfzeichen, and<br />
stands as an uncompromising and<br />
otherworldy colossus of pioneering<br />
Krautrock.<br />
Produced by Conny Plank, the<br />
album comprises two 20-plus<br />
minute Stockhausenesque walls of<br />
primitive oscillating electric noise<br />
created by Messrs Moebius,<br />
Roedelius and Schnitzler playing a<br />
variety of “conventional”<br />
instruments, namely guitar, organ,<br />
cello and percussion through<br />
customised banks of sound<br />
processors, filters, tone generators,<br />
echo units and other assorted<br />
electrical paraphernalia. Stunning<br />
though Zwei Osterei undoubtedly is,<br />
it’s arguably only the prelude to<br />
Moebius and Rodelius’ magnum<br />
opus, Cluster 71.<br />
Grahame Bent<br />
CURTIS KNIGHT<br />
Down In <strong>The</strong> Village Aurora CD<br />
Knight will forever<br />
be remembered<br />
as the leader of<br />
<strong>The</strong> Squires, the<br />
band he hired a<br />
hungry Jimi<br />
Hendrix to play in<br />
back in 1965. However, this ’70<br />
album is a more fitting testament to<br />
his talent. Knight was a fair guitarist<br />
himself, and that comes through well<br />
here. Clearly influenced by Hendrix,<br />
this set of quasi-psychedelic funky<br />
rock tunes is strong and infinitely<br />
worthy in its own right.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re’s the occasional, updated<br />
nod back to the Chitlin’ circuit days<br />
in ‘Friedman Hill’ and ‘Goin’ Up <strong>The</strong><br />
Road’, but basically the album<br />
overflows with warm funky bass<br />
lines and flowing guitar, nowhere<br />
more so than on the near 10minute<br />
‘Give You Plenty Lovin’’. <strong>The</strong><br />
“village” of the title track, which<br />
was also released as a single, is<br />
Greenwich, New York, so nothing<br />
pastoral about it! Knight would go<br />
on to form the band Zeus, but Down<br />
In <strong>The</strong> Village is undoubtedly his<br />
defining moment.<br />
Paul <strong>Martin</strong>
LINDISFARNE<br />
Fog On <strong>The</strong> Tyne: 40th Anniversary<br />
Edition EMI CD/LP<br />
Back in 2004,<br />
EMI remastered<br />
Lindisfarne’s<br />
neglected early<br />
catalogue and<br />
added bonus<br />
tracks and not<br />
much else. <strong>The</strong>n, in 2011, the<br />
marketing wizards chucked everything<br />
onto four CDs in a hideous plastic<br />
box, with some excellent bonus<br />
tracks but minimal information. Now<br />
the band’s most well known album<br />
gets the deluxe vinyl treatment in the<br />
original gatefold sleeve with a CD<br />
containing the album but inexplicably<br />
omitting the bonus material. Still with<br />
me? Good.<br />
Despite the endless recycling, this<br />
edition is something special.<br />
Immediately apparent is the clearer<br />
and cleaner sound. ‘Meet Me On <strong>The</strong><br />
Corner’ sounds as crisp and upbeat<br />
as a 10 bob note and a two quid<br />
deal. Alan Hull’s timeless ‘January<br />
Song’ evokes that extra tear and<br />
reminds us just what a great<br />
songwriter he was. I just hope that<br />
the powers that be will eventually<br />
combine the sound quality, bonus<br />
tracks and sleeve notes all in the<br />
same package.<br />
Richard Allen<br />
THE MAMAS & THE PAPAS<br />
People Like Us: Deluxe Expanded<br />
Edition Now Sounds CD<br />
Originally<br />
released on<br />
Dunhill in late<br />
1971 in the spirit<br />
of a contractual<br />
obligation album,<br />
due to the fact<br />
that the four individual members had<br />
to be cajoled into reassembling for<br />
one last hurrah, People Like Us finds<br />
the foursome negotiating the postflower<br />
power, post-Altamont brave<br />
new world of the early ’70s without<br />
the all-important guiding light of Lou<br />
Adler. Produced by John Phillips, the<br />
trademark vocal harmonies might be<br />
there but the arrangements and<br />
overall feel of the backing tracks<br />
(played by a crack posse of West<br />
Coast session men) is quite different<br />
to the classic Mamas & <strong>The</strong> Papas<br />
sound and rarely comes anywhere<br />
close to scaling the heights of past<br />
glories.<br />
Long unavailable and now<br />
reissued with a raft of bonus tracks<br />
including out-takes, alternative mixes<br />
and demos, the sleeve notes<br />
perfectly sum up the mood of the<br />
album thus: “People Like Us stands<br />
out like an out of focus photograph<br />
of a long-lost loved one”.<br />
Grahame Bent<br />
MISTY HUSH REVIVAL<br />
Your Heart Is Broken Guerssen CD<br />
Very much in private pressing<br />
territory comes this reissue of a<br />
rare album by<br />
an unknown<br />
New York band,<br />
issued in 1972<br />
in microscopic<br />
quantities and<br />
subsequently<br />
whispered about only in the halls<br />
of über-rich collectors. Seemingly<br />
lost in time, it sounds like a typical<br />
’60s teen/frat band finding their<br />
way with simple fuzz guitars and<br />
dreamy harmonies, tambourine to<br />
the fore.<br />
<strong>The</strong> music is reminiscent of <strong>The</strong><br />
Rising Storm or maybe even <strong>The</strong><br />
Baroques, and the harmonies recall<br />
<strong>The</strong> Strawberry Alarm Clock. But it<br />
isn’t really psychedelic. <strong>The</strong>re’s no<br />
ripping fuzz and even the jamming<br />
has a laid back, introverted feel.<br />
Choice cuts are the title track and<br />
‘Gone Away’, which pretty much<br />
encapsulate the band’s fayre. Quite<br />
what a band was doing making this<br />
kind of music in ’72 is unclear, but<br />
this reissue, complete with a detailed<br />
booklet and two bonus tracks,<br />
certainly justifies their previously<br />
obscure efforts.<br />
Richard Allen<br />
NICO<br />
<strong>The</strong> End Universal 2-CD<br />
<strong>The</strong> major event of 1974 had to be<br />
the appearance of Nico as part of<br />
Kevin Ayers’ June 1st Rainbow<br />
<strong>The</strong>atre extravaganza, which also<br />
starred John Cale and Brian Eno.<br />
After seven years spellbound by the<br />
first Velvet Underground album, then<br />
her three riveting solo outings,<br />
witnessing the lady in the now<br />
heroin-ravaged flesh was utterly<br />
captivating as, accompanied by her<br />
harmonium, she regally performed<br />
her death rattle version of <strong>The</strong> Doors’<br />
‘<strong>The</strong> End’, defiantly followed by<br />
‘Deutschland Über Alles’.<br />
<strong>The</strong>se joined glacial confessionals<br />
such as ‘Secret Side’, ‘Valley Of <strong>The</strong><br />
Kings’ and haunted distress call ‘You<br />
Forget To Answer’ on her new album,<br />
produced by Cale, with help from<br />
Eno and Phil Manzanera. Too<br />
impregnable back then, it now<br />
sounds both starkly harrowing and<br />
timelessly spiritual, original tracks<br />
joined by Rainbow performance and<br />
sessions for Peel and <strong>The</strong> Old Grey<br />
Whistle Test.<br />
A great, often misunderstood<br />
lady – this is special.<br />
Kris Needs<br />
Vivid Stanshall<br />
RHYTHM MACHINE<br />
Rhythm Machine Now-Again CD/LP<br />
<strong>The</strong> transitional,<br />
almost-disco<br />
mid-70s cuts by<br />
the show band<br />
funk-soul of<br />
Rhythm Machine<br />
(and their<br />
previous incarnation <strong>The</strong><br />
Highlighters) have featured on<br />
various Now-Again and Stone’s<br />
Throw Records compilations over the<br />
last few years. Finally the<br />
Indianapolis sextet’s sole album from<br />
1976 has been reissued on CD and<br />
LP with three previously unreleased<br />
bonus tracks, a deluxe gatefold<br />
sleeve and a 20-page booklet with<br />
extensive liner notes.<br />
<strong>The</strong> shoulda-been-a-classic<br />
masterpiece ‘Put A Smile On Time’<br />
will bring most crate-diggers here,<br />
but they will also be rewarded with<br />
10 other warm, charming,<br />
syncopated up-tempo soul music<br />
gems that were sadly, up until now,<br />
extremely hard to find. A series of<br />
unfortunate personal, personnel and<br />
label problems scuppered the band’s<br />
career before it even really started,<br />
making vinyl originals of this as rare<br />
as they come.<br />
Luke Smyth<br />
SATISFACTION<br />
Three Ages Of Man Acid Jazz CD<br />
Satisfaction, a<br />
sextet formed in<br />
1970 from the<br />
ashes of <strong>The</strong><br />
Mike Cotton<br />
Sound and<br />
featuring ex-<br />
Artwoods guitarist Derek Griffiths,<br />
spent 18 months gigging around<br />
Britain’s clubs and unis, and<br />
released a self-titled album on Decca<br />
in ’71 before being relegated to<br />
footnote status. A second album was<br />
cut but due to record company<br />
indifference and the cost of keeping<br />
a six-piece band on the road, it was<br />
never released. Acid Jazz were<br />
presented with these tapes while<br />
courting Griffiths for unreleased<br />
Artwoods material and, 40 years late,<br />
Three Ages Of Man finally sees the<br />
light of day.<br />
Rooted in the band’s jazz and<br />
blues heritage, these nine songs also<br />
involve lengthy hard rock workouts<br />
(‘My Fixation’, ‘Liar, Liar’) and<br />
accessible, even whimsical, solo<br />
acoustic pieces by Griffiths (the title<br />
track, ‘One Man Band’). <strong>The</strong>y may<br />
have aspired to be Blood, Sweat &<br />
Tears and Chicago but they were just<br />
too damn English to pull it off…<br />
luckily for us. Fans of Colosseum,<br />
Forever More, Audience and Mogul<br />
Thrash should be paying attention.<br />
Andy Morten<br />
THE SKABBS<br />
Idle Threat Jackpot CD<br />
Undiscovered for<br />
30-odd years but,<br />
thanks to the<br />
efforts of bassist<br />
Mike Enzor and<br />
the Jackpot label,<br />
<strong>The</strong> Skabbs can<br />
now be enjoyed by those with a taste<br />
for raw, stylised new-wave 1978<br />
style. Amongst their influences are<br />
Devo-esque sensibility in tunes like<br />
‘N-N-N-N-Nervous’ and ‘Spray Paint’.<br />
This, allied to the zeitgeist zaniness<br />
peculiar to some US groups, gets<br />
close to the overall sound of this illfated<br />
LA-based outfit. <strong>The</strong>y’re direct,<br />
endearingly fun and worthwhile as<br />
many of the bruising, off-kilter<br />
75
Working in partnership with Pernambuco’s<br />
Discos Rozenblit in North Eastern Brazil and a<br />
network of collectors, the Mr Bongo label is<br />
currently embarking on a major restoration and<br />
reissue programme of treasures from the mighty<br />
Rozenblit catalogue. Initially flagged up by the<br />
release of last year’s Psychedelic Pernambuco<br />
compilation, the first wave of titles to be<br />
released covers the complete range of styles<br />
from bossa jazz to garage pop and free-spirited<br />
Tropicalia.<br />
Originally released on<br />
Rozenblit imprint Mocambo,<br />
SALVADOR TRIO’S selftitled<br />
album releases from<br />
1965 and ’66 show them to be<br />
masters of the jazz/bossa<br />
instrumental stripped down<br />
to its barest of essentials of piano (and<br />
occasional organ), bass and drums. Like their<br />
contemporaries Tamba Trio, they perfectly<br />
encapsulate the breezy lightness of touch that<br />
characterised the mid-60s high water mark of<br />
the bossa boom.<br />
Released on the Mocambo<br />
imprint in ’67, OS<br />
CANIBAIS’ self-titled debut<br />
survives as an authentic<br />
example of homegrown<br />
Brazilian garage-pop. As<br />
members of Brazil’s Guarda<br />
Jovem movement – a peculiarly Brazilian style of<br />
adapting facets of Anglo-American pop and rock<br />
for native audiences – Os Canibais showcase<br />
their talents on among other things a<br />
Portuguese language cover of <strong>The</strong> Turtles’<br />
‘Happy Together’.<br />
<strong>The</strong> impressive Santanaesque<br />
groove of ‘Sorriso<br />
Selvagem’ – the opening track<br />
on THE GENTLEMEN’s<br />
insanely rare ’72 debut on<br />
Rozenblit imprint Smog<br />
(apparently only 200 radio<br />
promos were ever pressed and a mere three of<br />
these are still known to exist) – isn’t particularly<br />
representative of the album as a whole, which<br />
actually has a strong pop feel as demonstrated<br />
by their reworking of <strong>The</strong> Bee Gee’s ‘My World’.<br />
Although less well known and<br />
commercially successful than<br />
his fellow founding members<br />
of the Tropicalismo<br />
movement Caetano Veloso,<br />
Gilberto Gil, Gal Costa and Os<br />
Mutantes, TOM ZE’s<br />
distinctively experimental work remains a<br />
uniquely uncompromising voice in the history of<br />
the movement with his self-titled ’69 debut a key<br />
release in laying the foundations of the<br />
Tropicalia style and philosophy.<br />
Satwa (’73), the sole album<br />
from LULA CORTES &<br />
LAILSON is essentially a<br />
collection of free-flowing<br />
raga-influenced acoustic<br />
guitar jams, which<br />
hypnotically blends<br />
traditional Brazilian Nord Este folk forms with<br />
elements of jazz, raga and a taste for all things<br />
psychedelic. Recorded and released a matter of<br />
76<br />
MUNDO EXOTICO<br />
From unearthing Brazilian nuggets to the sound of Rio’s homegrown Mr Super Bad.<br />
GRAHAME BENT scans the region<br />
months after Satwa, Lula Cortes’ categorydefying<br />
one-off collaboration with obscure<br />
underground poet Marconi Notaro, the truly<br />
surreal No Sub Reino Dos Metazoarios feels little<br />
short of a densely compressed trip deep inside<br />
an unknown world with its bewildering blend of<br />
experimental folk, multi-layered raga-esque<br />
guitar, reverberating psych and esoteric spoken<br />
word interludes at times managing to hint at a<br />
Brazilian take on Popol Vuh, while also<br />
providing a spectacular companion piece for<br />
Lula Cortes & Ze Ramalho’s Tropicalista<br />
magnum opus Paebiru (’75).<br />
Also featuring contributions<br />
from Lula Cortes and Ze<br />
Ramalho, FLAVIOLA E O<br />
BANDA DO SOL’s self-titled<br />
’74 album, which originally<br />
appeared on Cortes’ solo<br />
imprint Solar, is an<br />
understated gem of impressionistic folk psych<br />
Tim Maia: “completely at odds”<br />
typified by lyrical songwriting and mellow<br />
acoustic instrumentation with the occasional<br />
nod in the direction of Caetano Veloso.<br />
Released in ’80, LULA<br />
CORTES’ Rosa De Sangue,<br />
with its kitchen sink and allstylistic<br />
mosaic of everything<br />
from experimental folk, acid<br />
raga, fuzz rock, space funk<br />
and rampant psychedelia, is<br />
conventionally held to represent the close of the<br />
richly fertile Pernambuco Tropicalista cycle.<br />
And so from the exotic to the<br />
parallel reality of TIM MAIA<br />
(AKA Brazil’s Soul Brother<br />
Numero Uno) as revealed on<br />
<strong>The</strong> Existential Soul Of Tim<br />
Maia: Nobody Can Live<br />
Forever. Finally released on<br />
Luaka Bop as part of its World Psychedelic<br />
Classics series after 10 years of negotiation and<br />
legal wrangling, this 15-track overview of Maia’s<br />
’70s recordings reveals a world of bad boy LSDfuelled<br />
soul-funk, cult religion, UFOs and a<br />
musical direction completely at odds with<br />
Brazil’s then dominant musical genres of MPB<br />
and Tropicalia. Coming on like an out there<br />
guru of the groove and getting down in both<br />
English and Portuguese, the every way larger<br />
than life Maia was instrumental in introducing<br />
the sound of contemporary US soul and funk to<br />
Brazil and was likewise a key figure in the Black<br />
Rio Afro-Brazilian cultural movement of the<br />
early to mid-70s. By way of a fitting tribute to<br />
the colourful legacy of Brazil’s funkateer<br />
supremo, this vibrantly hued collection is due<br />
for release on what would have been the late<br />
lamented Maia’s 70th birthday (September<br />
28th). Viva Tim Maia!
anthems assembled here show. Too<br />
punk for the rockers, too rock for the<br />
punks, they nonetheless strike with<br />
ease on opener ‘Idle Threat’ and a<br />
succession of powerful guitar-led<br />
tunes follow – the searing ‘4th Of<br />
July’ one of the best. Surging<br />
rhythms, wild leads, commanding<br />
vocals – all a match for their peers<br />
any day of the week.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y quit when vocalist Steven<br />
Salazar died in February ’79. Read<br />
their heartbreaking story in Ugly<br />
Things and make sure you score a<br />
copy of this truly fine set.<br />
Lenny Helsing<br />
VIVIAN STANSHALL<br />
Men Ahead Opening Umbrellas<br />
Poppy Disc CD/LP<br />
Vivian Stanshall<br />
had a passion for<br />
Africa, even going<br />
as far as to learn<br />
Swahili. It should<br />
come as little<br />
surprise, then,<br />
that his debut solo album, Men<br />
Ahead Opening Umbrellas, is infused<br />
with African rhythms. But for all the<br />
polyrhythms and syncopation, the<br />
African influenced songs are<br />
unfocused affairs. So too is the<br />
album. One moment it’s a dark place<br />
reflecting Stanshall’s anxieties, the<br />
next he’s throwing in some willy jokes<br />
to lighten the mood a little. As a<br />
debut offering it is wildly eccentric in<br />
every sense of the word.<br />
It’s a miracle Stanshall managed<br />
to finish this or any other album, and<br />
while it’s far from perfect it does<br />
have its moments. His original record<br />
label, Warner Brothers, didn’t know<br />
what to do with it. Thankfully, Poppy<br />
Disc is more enlightened and has<br />
reissued it on vinyl and CD.<br />
Considering how small Stanshall’s<br />
canon of recorded music is, we must<br />
be truly thankful to them.<br />
John Blaney<br />
THAT’S WHY<br />
That’s Why Jazzman CD/LP<br />
Nordic Christian<br />
jazz might sound<br />
like a distinctly<br />
sobering prospect<br />
but this couldn’t<br />
be further from<br />
the truth in the<br />
case of Norway’s freewheeling<br />
evangelical jazzers That’s Why.<br />
This stunning trip into Norway’s<br />
transcendental Christian jazz boom of<br />
the mid-60s to early ’70s opens up a<br />
lost world of free-spirited<br />
experimentation. Drawing their<br />
inspiration from a blend of Blood<br />
Sweat & Tears, Peter, Paul & Mary,<br />
acoustic and electric jazz and<br />
Norwegian folklore, during their brief<br />
lifespan That’s Why recorded two<br />
albums That’s Why Volume 1<br />
(Children Of <strong>The</strong> Future Age) and<br />
Volume 2 for the Lu Mi label – this<br />
startling sampler is essentially a best<br />
of both albums.<br />
Fuelled by trippy organ, esoteric<br />
poetry and intricate arrangements,<br />
the end results are frequently<br />
spectacular, with the seriously<br />
atmospheric ‘Noe Annett’ sounding<br />
like an ethereal Julie Driscoll, Brian<br />
Auger & <strong>The</strong> Trinity. Most importantly<br />
of all, you don’t need to be fluent in<br />
Norwegian to dig there’s something<br />
seriously intense going on here.<br />
Grahame Bent<br />
UFO<br />
<strong>The</strong> Decca Years: Best Of 1970-1973<br />
Repertoire CD<br />
Look back to the<br />
early ’70s,<br />
beyond the<br />
spandex trousers<br />
and preening<br />
cock-rock that<br />
typifies UFO in<br />
many peoples’ eyes, and you’d find<br />
UFO kicking out hard-rocking blues in<br />
a similar vein to Led Zeppelin, early<br />
Fleetwood Mac and even Black<br />
Sabbath. Sure, there are some turgid<br />
excursions into plodding prog territory<br />
at times too and, clocking in at 26<br />
minutes, parts of ‘Flying’ could test<br />
the patience of even the most<br />
Naughty�But�Nice<br />
WICKED LADY<br />
<strong>The</strong> Axeman Cometh<br />
Psychotic Overkill<br />
Both Guerssen CDs/LPs<br />
When I first heard Wicked Lady four<br />
or five years ago I flipped out over<br />
their sound and wondered why their<br />
take on heavy acid-rock hadn’t been<br />
more widely lauded. Time has now<br />
given me a bit more distance to<br />
contextualise what the band recorded<br />
and, while I’m still a big fan, it now<br />
comes with a few reservations.<br />
Wicked Lady was guitarist <strong>Martin</strong><br />
Weaver’s outfit pre-Dark. Dark’s LP,<br />
Round <strong>The</strong> Edges, is probably best<br />
known for its status as a monster<br />
rarity, though their music is great too<br />
– full of psychedelic heavy fuzz guitar<br />
jams, though imbued with an air of<br />
detachment and aloofness that stops<br />
it ascending into the premier league<br />
of ’60s/70s prog/psych.<br />
If you like the aforementioned<br />
album then you’re on pretty safe<br />
ground with these releases from<br />
diehard UFO freak – one is reminded<br />
why punk happened.<br />
Elsewhere, there’s a rousing cover<br />
of ‘C’mon Everybody’, and the almost<br />
ubiquitous, at least for the time,<br />
‘Who Do You Love?’ is duly<br />
hammered out too. But it’s their own<br />
compositions that really stand out –<br />
‘Prince Kajuku’, ‘Galactic Love’, the<br />
soaring ‘Silver Bird’ and the eerily<br />
psychedelic ‘Treacle People’ are<br />
particularly noteworthy. Minor<br />
grumbles aside, <strong>The</strong> Decca Years is<br />
worthy of further investigation, so<br />
take those blinkers off now.<br />
Rich Deakin<br />
BILL WILSON<br />
Ever Changing Minstrel<br />
Tompkins Square CD<br />
One night in 1973, Indiana-born<br />
singer-songwriter Bill Wilson knocked<br />
on legendary Nashville producer Bob<br />
Johnston’s door, brazenly asking to<br />
make an album. Bob allowed him to<br />
sing one song, heard 11 more, then<br />
rounded up Nashville’s session giants<br />
to record immediately. <strong>The</strong> album<br />
sneaked out on Columbia in ’73 but<br />
was buried during restructuring. In<br />
January, Tompkins Square’s Josh<br />
Guerssen. Repackaged handsomely<br />
with new sleeve notes, these are the<br />
definitive versions of the material.<br />
<strong>The</strong> pick of the two is <strong>The</strong> Axeman<br />
Cometh, which contains demo<br />
recordings from 1968 to ’72. <strong>The</strong><br />
material has little, if anything, in the<br />
way of production, though this adds<br />
to the overall doomy psychedelic<br />
atmosphere, as Weaver bazookas evil<br />
fuzz and wah-wah all over the eight<br />
long-ish tracks. Vocal melody lines<br />
are minimal, though ‘Run <strong>The</strong> Night’<br />
and ‘Life And Death’ are probably the<br />
best songs the band wrote.<br />
Psychotic Overkill is more of the<br />
same, recorded at the end of the<br />
band’s existence in ’72. It features<br />
their longest recorded jam, the 22minute<br />
‘Ship Of Ghosts’, and the cool<br />
parent-baiting anthem ‘I’m A Freak’.<br />
However, many of the vocal parts are<br />
particularly unmemorable and some<br />
of the jams fail to gain the<br />
momentum they do on the previous<br />
collection.<br />
Rosenthal found a copy in a Berkeley<br />
record store for 25 cents. Now it’s<br />
out on his esteemed label, redefining<br />
the term “lost treasure”.<br />
Wilson covers various styles<br />
including swirling southern rock,<br />
joyful gospel, outlaw narratives,<br />
Village folk, lazy blues and, best of<br />
all, somehow evoking a Southern Tim<br />
Buckley on the desolate country<br />
ballads ‘Long Gone Lady’ and ‘To<br />
Rebecca’. Wilson never topped this<br />
album, dying from a heart attack in<br />
’93. On this evidence, he should be<br />
up there with the Guy Clarks and<br />
other greats. Rosenthal’s sterling<br />
devotion means it’s never too late.<br />
Kris Needs<br />
Simply put, Wicked Lady sound<br />
like a forgotten acid cult,<br />
hermetically sealed in a cellar<br />
with an endless pharmacological<br />
supply to jam ad infinitum. It’s<br />
little wonder that their original<br />
drummer ended up in a mental<br />
institution. <strong>The</strong> songs are<br />
sometimes a little under -<br />
developed and the sound quality<br />
is basic but there’s something<br />
magical going on in the druggy<br />
grooves. Buy <strong>The</strong> Axeman Cometh<br />
and, if you like it, lap up<br />
Psychotic Overkill next.<br />
Austin Matthews<br />
77
Now, what better way to preface a review of two<br />
reissues from Dutch proggers KAYAK – See See<br />
<strong>The</strong> Sun and Kayak (both Esoteric CDs) – than<br />
by wanging on about the early Yes for a spell?<br />
True, I’ve already made an earnest and stringent<br />
comparison between the two bands in another<br />
review – it’s my version of multi-tasking – but at<br />
any given opportunity, I feel compelled to trot<br />
out my reasons for still flying an increasingly<br />
tatty flag with the original Yes speech bubble<br />
logo on it. It’s like those meetings at which<br />
everyone has to stand up, say their name, and<br />
tell everyone else: “I am a practising alcoholic.<br />
I’ve been practising for years, and now I’m<br />
fucking great at it.”<br />
My enduring<br />
love for<br />
these evermaligned<br />
prog<br />
numpties is<br />
mostly the<br />
fault of<br />
keyboardist<br />
Tony Kaye –<br />
fondly<br />
referred to<br />
in our house<br />
as Captain Morgan And His Hammond Organ.<br />
Kaye’s nobly intransigent, synth-shunning<br />
stance marked him out as a man of rare taste<br />
and refinement, but famously led to him being<br />
given his marching papers when Rick Wakeman<br />
came along armed with a full panoply of bells<br />
and whistles. Admittedly, a Hammond was<br />
initially still part of the deal – I cleave to no man<br />
in my admiration of Wakeman’s Hammond solo<br />
in ‘Heart Of <strong>The</strong> Sunrise’ – and there was a<br />
lovely fogbound Mellotron in there as well. But<br />
then there were synths that sounded like<br />
Roobarb doing diarrhoea down one of those<br />
plastic tubes that kids used to whirl around their<br />
heads in the early ’70s. If ever a deal-breaker<br />
there was, then so mote it be. And that’s what’s<br />
so great about the first two Kayak albums, from<br />
1973 and ’74 respectively. <strong>The</strong>y’re not synth-free<br />
by any means, but keyboardist Tom<br />
Scherpenzeel tended to use them back then<br />
rather in the manner of an epicure discreetly<br />
sprinkling cress on a sandwich, as opposed to<br />
slathering an entire honking jar of Shippam’s<br />
Bloater Paste all over it.<br />
This approach is curiously at<br />
odds with the incident-rich<br />
high drama that Kayak<br />
perpetrated in every other<br />
area, particularly on See See<br />
<strong>The</strong> Sun: a decidedly Yes-ish<br />
dynamic range, from pin-drop<br />
pianissimo to piano-drop pandemonium, in the<br />
service of compositions as complex and restless<br />
as antibodies. ‘Lovely Luna’ is a noteworthy<br />
delight: just listen to that lonesome Mellotron<br />
flute fanfare, and a vocal of stupefied<br />
wonderment. For lo, is that a sylph delicately<br />
bathing in a tinkling waterfall in the enchanted<br />
glade? Either that, or this track comes to you<br />
with beer goggles for the ears. But I shit you not,<br />
‘Forever Is A Lonely Thought’ is genuinely like<br />
something that Brian Wilson could have written<br />
in the haunted interstices between ‘Wind<br />
Chimes’ and ‘Wonderful’. Proper pretty.<br />
Staying with Holland for the moment – I like it<br />
here, it’s nice and flat and I don’t have to waddle<br />
78<br />
PROG NOSIS<br />
From the Netherlands to Nektar via Van Der Graaf. MARCO ROSSI is one happy bunny<br />
up any hills to get to the<br />
nearest pie shop – the first<br />
two albums by SOLUTION –<br />
the self-titled ’71 debut and<br />
the following year’s<br />
Divergence (both Esoteric CDs) –<br />
have also just been reissued.<br />
Man, there’s never a Dutch prog reissue when<br />
you want one, then several come along all at<br />
once. Like buses, proverbially – or trams, given<br />
that we’re in Holland. I remember looking<br />
around myself in the middle of a large square in<br />
Amsterdam once, then<br />
realising that I was being<br />
converged upon by said<br />
trams, lorries, slipstreaming<br />
cyclists and, ahm, fast<br />
pedestrians… and screaming<br />
like a Hammer starlet<br />
because I had simply no idea where the safe bit<br />
to stand was.<br />
Listening to Solution is nothing like that,<br />
mercifully – with the possible exception of the<br />
chaotic and self-explanatory ‘Circus<br />
Circumstances’, during which I was squirted in<br />
the face by a soda siphon, my bow tie started<br />
revolving and my trousers fell down. <strong>The</strong>re’s a<br />
linear, unhurried rationale and clear melodic<br />
A-ha! <strong>The</strong> Solution<br />
framework at the heart of Solution’s jazz-derived<br />
extrapolations – especially the likes of ‘Trane<br />
Steps’ from their predominantly instrumental<br />
first album. A certain debt to the Karl Jenkinsera<br />
Soft Machine seems self-evident until you<br />
remember that this stuff actually pre-dates it –<br />
so if Solution were listening to them, it would<br />
have to have been on the stereo in the timetravelling<br />
Back To <strong>The</strong> Future DeLorean car.<br />
Mind you, if it was a DeLorean, the stereo<br />
wouldn’t have worked. Nothing worked properly<br />
on the DeLorean: good news, then, if their aim<br />
was consistency.<br />
However, I digress. Or diverge, if you will?<br />
(Woefully contrived link alert!) Divergence, the<br />
next album along in the Solution timeline, is the<br />
keeper, a luscious, smooth-toned beastie: the<br />
band had grown a new bassist/vocalist, Guus<br />
Willemse, and accordingly stepped up to the<br />
plate like Billy-o. <strong>The</strong>y must have wanted to<br />
impress him? <strong>The</strong> sultry, why-don’t-you-slipinto-something-more-comfortable-baby-while-Ipour-us-both-some-Um-Bongo<br />
title track was<br />
considered sexy enough for Solution’s Dutch<br />
prog peers, Focus, to lift it wholesale: they called<br />
their version ‘Tommy’ in loving, doe-eyed tribute<br />
to Solution saxist Tom Barlage. Kisses on the<br />
bottom.<br />
Moving briskly along, in<br />
something of a “you sure<br />
know how to spoil a guy”<br />
development, I get to review<br />
something by my beloved<br />
VAN DER GRAAF<br />
GENERATOR for two prog<br />
columns in a row. Last time out, it was the new<br />
instrumental album Alt, an unrepentantly<br />
thrown down gauntlet: this time, it’s the<br />
gratifyingly chunky Recorded Live In Concert At<br />
Metropolis Studios, London (Salvo 2-CD/DVD),<br />
which takes almost as long to type as it does to<br />
listen to and watch.<br />
What an intelligence-radiating joy, though.<br />
Peter Hammill, Hugh Banton and Guy Evans<br />
have never taken the path of least resistance,<br />
Satan bless and preserve them, and they’re not<br />
about to start now. Of the 11 tracks performed,<br />
all bar three are from A Grounding In Numbers,<br />
Present and Trisector, the band’s most recent<br />
with-vocals albums: magnificent late-middleage<br />
death-defying death-acknowledgers such as<br />
‘Over <strong>The</strong> Hill’, ‘Lifetime’ and ‘We Are Not<br />
Here’. Perversely, brilliantly, they nod to their<br />
past with ‘Lemmings’ and ‘Man-Erg’ – two<br />
bullish selections from ’71’s almighty Pawn<br />
Hearts, by some distance the most<br />
uncompromisingly accursed bulletin from the<br />
inner circle of Hell ever to reach #1 on the<br />
Italian album chart. And then there’s ‘Childlike<br />
Faith’ from ’76’s Still Life: they tear the arse out<br />
of this with such elemental brio that fault lines<br />
appear in the fabric of the universe. Was there<br />
ever a more raucously committed vocalist than<br />
Hammill in all of rock? Allow me to answer that<br />
for you. No.<br />
Finally, who’da thunk it?<br />
<strong>The</strong> new album by<br />
NEKTAR, A Spoonful Of<br />
Time (Purple Pyramid CD), is a<br />
covers album, egad –<br />
positively bespattered with<br />
guesting prog princes (Steve<br />
Howe, Rick Wakeman, Patrick Moraz, Ginger<br />
Baker, Edgar Froese etc) and headscratchingly<br />
scattershot as regards source<br />
material (Rush, 10cc, Neil Young, Alan<br />
Parsons Project). At the far end of the<br />
facepalm/debit column, ‘Africa’ by Toto: in<br />
the thumbs-aloft/credit column, ‘2000 Light<br />
Years From Home’ by the short-lived psych<br />
Stones. Everything’s extremely well played<br />
and all, but as to why… ours is not to reason<br />
why. It’ll keep the mulligatawny simmering<br />
until the next krazy koncept.
1980s/90s<br />
20/20<br />
20/20/Look Out! Real Gone CD<br />
First two albums<br />
from seminal<br />
powerpop outfit,<br />
plus a couple of<br />
previously<br />
unissued B-sides.<br />
20/20 came<br />
from Tulsa, Oklahoma like Dwight<br />
Twilley and Phil Seymour, but they<br />
sounded more like <strong>The</strong> Plimsouls<br />
than <strong>The</strong> Twilley Band. <strong>The</strong>ir 1979<br />
eponymous debut is pure powerpop,<br />
with its brisk energy and the<br />
combination of British Invasion<br />
throwback and new wave edginess.<br />
Look Out!, released two years later,<br />
finds the band in more of a worldweary<br />
mode, their viewpoint and<br />
musical approach thickened with<br />
some early ’80s malaise.<br />
‘Yellow Pills’ is of course a staple,<br />
and beyond that there are another six<br />
or eight winning numbers contained<br />
between the albums. Overall, these<br />
two titles are sterling examples of<br />
records made of their style and in<br />
their time, even if the quality of<br />
20/20’s songwriting is just a notch<br />
below that of the afore-mentioned<br />
Dwight Twilley Band and <strong>The</strong><br />
Plimsouls, and other standout<br />
soundalike acts.<br />
Brian Greene<br />
THE LIARS<br />
<strong>The</strong> True Sound Of <strong>The</strong> Liars:<br />
Anthology 1985-90 Area Pirata CD<br />
This is the story<br />
of a talented<br />
young group from<br />
Pisa, Italy who –<br />
at that time in<br />
the mid-late ’80s<br />
– managed to be<br />
both ahead and behind their time,<br />
especially in their skillful songcrafting<br />
ideas and keen usage of soft<br />
and heavy dynamics. Founded by<br />
former Useless Boys bassist<br />
Alessandro Ansani, plus personnel<br />
from Birdmen Of Alkatraz, they<br />
looked into ’60s garage and<br />
psychedelia, adding hard, expansive<br />
rock riffs, a blend that, with their love<br />
of tight vocal harmonies, created<br />
Perfect 20/20 vision<br />
some terrific moments.<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir Optical Sound and<br />
Mindscrewer mini-albums heralded<br />
the excellent ‘<strong>The</strong> Lady Knew’ and<br />
‘You Shock My Heart’, while remakes<br />
of Kim Fowley’s ‘Bubble Gum’ and<br />
<strong>The</strong> Nazz’s ‘Wildwood Blooze’ sound<br />
positively glowing. Commercially<br />
bowing out with an extremely melodic<br />
slice of pop-psych, 1990’s ‘Cold Girl’<br />
45, they somehow managed to invite<br />
a Teardrop Explodes/Clear Light<br />
comparison. It’s a pity these Liars<br />
weren’t afforded the wider<br />
breakthrough they so thoroughly<br />
deserved, but worry not as this<br />
double CD set of their complete<br />
recordings, including demos, is<br />
available for you to savour.<br />
Lenny Helsing<br />
UPS & DOWNS<br />
Out Of <strong>The</strong> Darkness Feel Presents CD<br />
Like too many<br />
bands, Australia’s<br />
Ups & Downs<br />
suffered the<br />
slings and arrows<br />
of record<br />
company asininity<br />
and management ineptitude. <strong>The</strong>ir<br />
debut single ‘Living Inside My Head’<br />
coincided with the emergence of the<br />
LA-based Paisley Underground and<br />
had fate been on their side they<br />
might have been as big as... well,<br />
who knows?<br />
Like their US contemporaries, their<br />
jangly guitars, rich harmonies and<br />
powerpop sensibilities were<br />
refreshingly engaging and still sound<br />
foil fresh today. Often compared to<br />
fellow Ozzies <strong>The</strong> Church, to these<br />
ears there’s more than a passing<br />
resemblance to <strong>The</strong> Prime Movers<br />
and late period Chills. <strong>The</strong>n there are<br />
songs like ‘Travelling’, which has a<br />
touch of U2 bombast about it. And<br />
that’s when things started to go<br />
wrong. <strong>The</strong> band began<br />
experimenting with its sonic signature<br />
and ditched jangly guitars for<br />
sequencers and drum machines. Buy<br />
it for their early singles and mini<br />
album, worthy additions to any<br />
<strong>Shindig</strong>ger’s collection.<br />
John Blaney<br />
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ADMIRAL SIR CLOUDESLEY<br />
SHOVELL<br />
Don’t Hear It… Fear It!! Rise Above<br />
CD/LP<br />
Grit and balls. Two qualities that<br />
are hard to find in music<br />
nowadays. Two things that might<br />
make you wince and think of<br />
awful blues-rock workouts with a<br />
blustery singer emoting bogus<br />
soul crapulence all over the shop.<br />
But that’s not what’s on offer<br />
here, friends – what’s here is a<br />
band that use those qualities to<br />
devastating effect, playing raw<br />
(and I mean yolky chicken foetus<br />
RAW) proto-metal with superheavy<br />
dirt ’n’ drugs vibes.<br />
If you’re after references then<br />
you’ve just got to look at the<br />
touchstones of that early heavy<br />
sound from 1969-73 – Master Of<br />
Reality, the first Budgie album,<br />
Emerge by <strong>The</strong> Litter, the first two<br />
from Buffalo, Split by <strong>The</strong><br />
Groundhogs, both Dust albums.<br />
Add this to the pantheon. Really.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Shovell (balls not pictured)<br />
Quite frankly this album is more<br />
bulbous with joy than a pregnant<br />
pachyderm. ‘Mark Of <strong>The</strong> Beast’<br />
(included on our own It’s<br />
Happening Volume 1 a coupla years<br />
back) opens things with some<br />
heavy-psych phased madness,<br />
much like <strong>The</strong> Pretty Things circa<br />
SF Sorrow/Parachute, before being<br />
blasted into hard-rock heaven by a<br />
glassy nostril full of amphetamine<br />
guitar work. Highlights are too<br />
numerous to mention, though my<br />
favourites are the low-slung<br />
bastardry of ‘Devil’s Island’ and the<br />
desperation-waltz of ‘iDEATH’.<br />
By the close of the record those<br />
influences that were already writ<br />
large have become explicit. Yer<br />
actual Tony McPhee from <strong>The</strong><br />
Groundhogs knocks out some<br />
monster guitar work on ‘Scratchin<br />
And Sniffin’’ and the band blast<br />
through a demented cover of<br />
Buffalo’s ‘Bean Stew’ on the<br />
album’s hidden track.<br />
If justice were served, the<br />
crimson buzzard that serves as<br />
ASCS’s mascot would be made into<br />
a 20-foot animatronic character to<br />
stalk the stage as the band play to<br />
thousands at some filthy Euro<br />
metal festival. A real blunderbuss of<br />
an album that deserves to be heard<br />
not just by a coterie of friends or a<br />
small group of genre fans, but by<br />
the public at large. How did they do<br />
it? Grit and balls, my friend. Grit<br />
and balls.<br />
Austin Matthews<br />
THE ALLAH-LAS<br />
<strong>The</strong> Allah-Las Innovative Leisure CD<br />
My, oh my.<br />
Garage music has<br />
been abused and<br />
the term has<br />
been misused for<br />
far too long.<br />
Thankfully,<br />
youthful LA residents <strong>The</strong> Allah-Las<br />
have reclaimed their native music<br />
and remedied this. <strong>The</strong>re are no<br />
pointy points or spray-on black jeans<br />
on display from this band. What<br />
they’ve done is to go right back to<br />
the source and aesthetic of the teen<br />
acts featured on the Back From <strong>The</strong><br />
Grave, Shutdown 66 and Hipsville<br />
comps. <strong>The</strong> harmonies are primitive,<br />
and the guitars, bass and drums are<br />
stuck somewhere between surf,<br />
Merseybeat and proto-folk-rock.<br />
Essentially the sound of 1965-66<br />
garage and they have it off pat. Best<br />
of all, although they really know<br />
where they’re coming from, it<br />
appears they are picking up young,<br />
modern fans. Could <strong>The</strong> Allah-Las<br />
hold the key to the future? Only time<br />
will tell.<br />
Jon ‘Mojo’ Mills<br />
BUFFALO KILLERS<br />
Dig, Sow, Love, Grow Alive CD/LP<br />
Twelve months<br />
after Buffalo<br />
Killers released<br />
their jaw-dropping<br />
third long player<br />
3, a record that<br />
had this reviewer<br />
gushing about it being his “album of<br />
the year”, the Cincinnati trio are once<br />
again back in the groove with Dig,<br />
Sow, Love, Grow. Mixing the mellow<br />
West Coast country-rock vibe of 3<br />
with a return to the heavier, psychlaced<br />
blues-rock and roadhouse<br />
rock-a-boogie found on their earlier<br />
releases, brothers Zach and Andy<br />
Gabbard, along with Joey Sebaali,<br />
have cultivated an organic summer<br />
stoner sound that’s at once familiar<br />
and fresh.<br />
Images of lazy, hazy nights or<br />
burning up the highway with the top<br />
down inevitably materialise while<br />
listening to songs such as opener<br />
‘Get It’, the soulful jangle of single<br />
‘Hey Girl’, ‘Moon Daisy’ with its late<br />
’60s echoes of a shimmering Laurel<br />
Canyon, and the chicken-fried boogie<br />
of ‘Blood On Your Hands’. Highly<br />
recommended.<br />
Alan Brown<br />
SUZI CHUNK<br />
Girl From <strong>The</strong> Neck Down State<br />
CD/LP<br />
This LP is a<br />
meeting of mind<br />
and voice: Glenn<br />
Prangnell, now<br />
trading as Groovy<br />
Uncle, and welltravelled<br />
Cardiff<br />
singer Suzi Chunk. <strong>The</strong> two opening<br />
tracks highlight the power and beauty<br />
of Suzi’s voice. This level of drama<br />
and emotion is pop-soul at its best,<br />
the likes of which is rarely made<br />
anymore.<br />
I doubt there’s anyone out there<br />
who understands ’60s pop music<br />
better than Prangnell, from the<br />
doleful Kinksian swing of ‘I Can’t<br />
Stop <strong>The</strong> Rain’ and Brill Building<br />
yearn of ‘It's Not Your Heartbreak’ to<br />
‘Daytripper’ rewrite ‘Look Back And<br />
Laugh’ and Nilsson-inspired closer<br />
‘Wish Away <strong>The</strong> Moon’. <strong>The</strong>re’s even<br />
a wild card with the samba rhythms<br />
of ‘Probably Normal’ featuring a ’70s<br />
flute solo.<br />
This pressing will be a worth a<br />
fortune 20 years from now, for<br />
this is classic songwriting voiced by<br />
Suzi’s humane, humble and honest<br />
tones. A match made in heaven.<br />
Phil Istine<br />
COLORAMA<br />
Good Music AED CD/LP<br />
Given that Colorama’s British psychpop<br />
opus Box and Welsh language<br />
acid-folk mini-masterpiece Llyfr Lliwio<br />
have been among my most played<br />
records of the past two years, I had<br />
very high hopes for the band’s latest<br />
long-player, Good Music. Trouble is<br />
though that four songs in and I am<br />
not too sure what I think of it. With<br />
its perky beats and catchy melodies<br />
the opening quartet reminds me of<br />
mid-90s Britpop. <strong>The</strong> tracks sound<br />
fine, just not exactly to my taste.<br />
Fortunately, those who’ve been<br />
charmed by Colorama’s previous<br />
work will find Good Music’s second<br />
half a lot more to their liking. ‘<strong>The</strong><br />
War Con’ is wonderful, a Dick Dale<br />
meets John Barry-style instrumental,<br />
while ‘Why Is She?’, ‘My<br />
Predicament’ and ‘Anytime’ are the<br />
type of delicate ballads that made<br />
Box such an essential listen. Best of<br />
all is Woe Is Me, a Kinksy strumalong<br />
that Noel Gallagher would have<br />
traded body parts to have written.<br />
Ashley Norris<br />
BILL FAY<br />
Life Is People Dead Oceans CD/LP<br />
Like one Sixto<br />
Diaz Rodriguez,<br />
who has been<br />
getting his<br />
belated dues of<br />
late for his<br />
similarly two lost<br />
albums and cult status, Bill Fay is<br />
another of those magnificent men; a
musician’s musician and artist held<br />
in astounding awe by those in the<br />
know.<br />
Life Is People is – give or take a<br />
few informal releases – Fay’s first<br />
release since 1971’s excellent Time<br />
Of <strong>The</strong> Last Persecution. A record on<br />
which Fay, even way back then,<br />
sounded poetically weathered at the<br />
prospect of closing a door on the<br />
’60s, and without ever realising it,<br />
commercial success. Across the<br />
album, he charges songs like ‘Big<br />
Painter’ and ‘Thank You Lord’ with an<br />
ecclesiastic grace and world-weary<br />
wisdom. <strong>The</strong>re’s no hiding away from<br />
the fact that this is a sombre record,<br />
but Fay’s positivity shines out in his<br />
song writing and piano playing,<br />
making this one of the year’s most<br />
gratifying releases.<br />
Richard S Jones<br />
THE GALILEO 7<br />
Staring At <strong>The</strong> Sound State CD/LP<br />
Lead man of <strong>The</strong><br />
Galileo 7, Allan<br />
Crockford, has<br />
collaborated with<br />
many significant<br />
players on the<br />
Medway scene,<br />
forming the backbone of scores of<br />
Medway bands from <strong>The</strong> Prisoners to<br />
<strong>The</strong> Stabilisers. So we can be pretty<br />
sure of what to expect from his own<br />
band’s second album, the follow up<br />
to 2010’s Are We Having Fun Yet?<br />
It’s well crafted guitar pop from<br />
beginning to end, drawing on<br />
melodic ’60s garage-punk as well as<br />
powerpop of both the long hair and<br />
skinny tie varieties. A less aggressive,<br />
more mannered Len Price 3<br />
occasionally come to mind (that<br />
distinctive Estuary accent shines<br />
through) and, in <strong>The</strong> Galileo 7’s use<br />
of analogue organs and lustrous<br />
harmonies, you can also detect the<br />
neo-psych of <strong>The</strong> Dukes of<br />
Stratosphear and <strong>The</strong> Rain Parade.<br />
If you love Rhino’s Children Of<br />
Nuggets collection and have<br />
exhausted all the avenues that it sent<br />
you down, then this might well<br />
signpost a new one.<br />
Daragh O’Halloran<br />
HOLLY GOLIGHTLY & THE<br />
BROKEOFFS<br />
Sunday Run Me Over Transdreamer CD<br />
Prolific Londonborn,Georgiabasedsingersongwriter<br />
Holly<br />
Golightly<br />
(christened after<br />
the call girl<br />
protagonist in Truman Capote’s<br />
Breakfast At Tiffany’s) joins forces<br />
once more with longtime<br />
collaborator, photographer and multitalented<br />
Texas musician Lawyer<br />
Dave. <strong>The</strong> pair serve up a dozen titles<br />
that range from rockabilly-on-steroids<br />
(‘I Ain’t Got No More Money’), an offkilter<br />
waltz called ‘One For <strong>The</strong> Road’,<br />
a delightfully re-tooled, rootsy<br />
rendition of Wayne Raney’s 1960<br />
gospel chestnut ‘We Need A Lot<br />
More Jesus (And A Lot Less Rock<br />
And Roll)’, the hauntingly chugging<br />
opener ‘Goddamn Holy Roll’ (a line<br />
from which is the album’s title), a<br />
ghostly, loping duet titled ‘<strong>The</strong>y Say’<br />
and the western swing-edged ‘<strong>The</strong><br />
Future’s Here’. Not to mention a<br />
silvery take on <strong>The</strong> Davis Sisters’ ’53<br />
country hit ‘I Forgot More’, along with<br />
an ebullient run-through of Mac<br />
Davis’ ‘Hard To Be Humble’, with an<br />
appropriately swaggering lead vocal<br />
from the Lawyer. Golightly has really<br />
hit her stride with these Brokeoffs<br />
projects.<br />
Gary von Tersch<br />
THE HIGHER STATE<br />
<strong>The</strong> Higher State State/Kool Kat CD<br />
In their<br />
component<br />
personnel and as<br />
a band, <strong>The</strong><br />
Higher State has<br />
been one of the<br />
British mainstays<br />
of ’60s based music since at least<br />
the early ’90s. This anthology<br />
collects together a range of their<br />
material recorded between 2007<br />
and ’12. It includes a variety of<br />
standalone singles, compilation<br />
tracks, EPs, live and studio<br />
recordings cut in their own Kentbased<br />
Sandgate Studios. <strong>The</strong>y serve<br />
up rousing self-compositions like<br />
‘And In Time’ and covers of <strong>The</strong> West<br />
Coast Pop Art Experimental Band’s<br />
‘Smell Of Incense’, <strong>The</strong> 13th Floor<br />
Elevators’ ‘I’ve Got Levitation’ and<br />
more.<br />
Whether covering or composing,<br />
they move authentically between LA<br />
folk-rock, fuzztone garage and SF<br />
pop-psych like consummate<br />
professionals. <strong>The</strong>ir albums are full<br />
of well-crafted goodies as faux radio<br />
ad for their latest album Freakout At<br />
<strong>The</strong> Gallery is eager to attest. If<br />
you’ve not sampled their delights yet,<br />
this is a good primer.<br />
Paul <strong>Martin</strong><br />
THE JON SPENCER BLUES<br />
EXPLOSION<br />
Meat And Bone Bronze Rat/Shove! CD<br />
Deviating little<br />
from a tried and<br />
tested formula<br />
that has largely<br />
provided JSBX<br />
with its<br />
trademark fuzz<br />
distorted blues punk sound for the<br />
last 20 years, Meat And Bone seems<br />
to have an even more stripped down,<br />
distorted lo-fi feel about it than its<br />
predecessors Damage (from eight<br />
years ago) and Plastic Fang from<br />
2002 (Jesus! Is it really that long<br />
ago?), if that’s possible.<br />
Spencer continues to deliver his<br />
vocals by means of yells and growled<br />
proclamations in that idiosyncratic<br />
way that only he can, but JSBX let<br />
their music do the talking too and<br />
Savage�Resurrection<br />
THE JIM JONES REVUE<br />
<strong>The</strong> Savage Heart PIAS/Punk Rock Blues<br />
CD<br />
Third album proper and eagerly<br />
anticipated follow-up to 2010’s<br />
Burning Your House Down. <strong>The</strong><br />
stakes were always going to be high<br />
for <strong>The</strong> Jim Jones Revue to<br />
maintain the steamrollering<br />
momentum that they’ve built up<br />
over the last few years and to<br />
deliver the goods again. Big<br />
question is whether they can pull it<br />
off.<br />
At times <strong>The</strong> Savage Heart has a<br />
more earthy roots-rock feel than<br />
its predecessors, with echoes of a<br />
cappella, “Negro spirituals” and<br />
chain gang choruses – take ‘7<br />
Times Around <strong>The</strong> Sun’ and<br />
‘Chain Gang’, for example. <strong>The</strong>re’s<br />
also a distinct swamp blues vibe<br />
about it at times, and they deliver<br />
more venom than a rattlesnake’s<br />
kiss on ‘In And Out Of Harm’s<br />
Way’: with its lyrics and voodoo<br />
rhythm you could almost be in<br />
N’awlins!<br />
<strong>The</strong>y haven’t forsaken their<br />
trademark kick-ass high-energy<br />
Keeping up the momentum: <strong>The</strong> JJR<br />
rock ’n’ roll roots though and, on<br />
songs like ‘It’s All About Me’ and<br />
‘Never Let You Go’, they lay waste<br />
to everything before them like an<br />
unstoppable King Panzer leaving<br />
a trail of scorched earth in their<br />
wake. ‘Where Da Money Go’ –<br />
already a firm live favourite –<br />
takes a vitriolic swipe at our<br />
politicians and bankers, whilst<br />
the menacing and equally<br />
unnerving ‘Eagle Eye Ball’ is a<br />
cautionary indictment of 21st<br />
century 24-hour surveillance<br />
society.<br />
‘Midnight Oceans And <strong>The</strong><br />
Savage Heart’ is a real turn up<br />
for the books. Although Jim<br />
Jones croons the vocals with<br />
apparent heartfelt tenderness, it<br />
appears to have a darker edge to<br />
it, coming across like Phil<br />
Phillips & <strong>The</strong> Twilights’ ‘Sea Of<br />
Love’ colliding head on with a<br />
twisted ‘Unchained Melody’<br />
having been given a David Lynch<br />
soundtrack treatment – utterly<br />
sublime.<br />
Even with a noticeable change<br />
in direction on some numbers,<br />
<strong>The</strong> JJR never fail to surpass<br />
expectations and, rest assured,<br />
any concerns you may have had<br />
about what this new material is<br />
like will certainly be allayed – not<br />
that you should have doubted it<br />
anyway!<br />
<strong>The</strong> Jim Jones Revue remain<br />
the undisputed kings of rock ’n’<br />
roll, and on this evidence I<br />
don’t think their crown is in<br />
fear of being knocked off<br />
anytime soon.<br />
Rich Deakin<br />
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Meat And Bone really finds the band<br />
at the top of their game. It’s<br />
impossible to single out any one<br />
track for preferential treatment<br />
because, from the frenetic opening<br />
track ‘Black Mold’ to the swaggering<br />
closing instrumental number ‘Zimgar’,<br />
it’s all Grade-A Blues Explosion for<br />
sure. <strong>The</strong>re’s no gristle here – just<br />
prime meat and bone.<br />
Rich Deakin<br />
THE MOONS<br />
Fables Of History Schnitzel CD<br />
I feel like I’ve been having an<br />
ambivalent on-off affair with <strong>The</strong><br />
Moons for quite a while now. <strong>The</strong><br />
mod trappings, Dad-rock affiliations<br />
and everyman appeal of their 2010<br />
debut Life On Earth only cemented<br />
these feelings even though, by rights,<br />
I should love them. So when recent<br />
single ‘Jennifer (Sits Alone)’ breezed<br />
into my life and proceeded to charm<br />
my pants off with its understated pop<br />
magic, I felt I’d finally made friends<br />
with <strong>The</strong> Moons.<br />
Second album Fables Of History<br />
leans heavily on the same ’60s<br />
moves – Who power chords, Tamla<br />
backbeats, Joe Meek squiggles and<br />
ladlefuls of Village Green<br />
Preservation Society-vintage<br />
Mellotron – but ramps up the<br />
songcraft and musicianship to new,<br />
often intoxicating levels. <strong>The</strong> fact that<br />
<strong>The</strong> Moons can save the album’s<br />
high points – the majestic,<br />
Lennonesque ‘Can You See Me’ and<br />
wobbly, bossa-tinged ‘Habit Of A<br />
Lifetime’ (“I’d rather stand outside<br />
under a bus stop with a bottle in my<br />
hand”) – ’til tracks nine and 10<br />
demonstrates a newfound maturity<br />
that’s converted me from a cynic into<br />
a fan.<br />
Andy Morten<br />
THE PHANTOM KEYS<br />
<strong>The</strong> Real Sounds Of Screaming Apple<br />
CD/LP<br />
Beginning life<br />
some years ago<br />
as a<br />
psychedelicallyinclined<br />
garage<br />
hybrid, with a<br />
tasty remake of<br />
<strong>The</strong> Velvet Illusions’ theme song<br />
serving as their debut 7”, here comes<br />
the first long-player from Spain’s <strong>The</strong><br />
Phantom Keys. <strong>The</strong>re’s been talk of<br />
them going more R&B lately; lead<br />
guitarist Roi Fontoira can certainly<br />
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NEW<br />
pull off the licks. A reason too for the<br />
recent departure of former Thanes<br />
bassist Mal Kergan was that perhaps<br />
R&B was crowding out other<br />
influences within the group. While the<br />
R&B emphasis is strong, they’ve also<br />
retained the folk-beat-punk and fuzzy<br />
garage angles that coloured their<br />
previous work.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Real Sounds Of has involved<br />
much sweat and also coaxing the<br />
best from vintage hand-me-down<br />
equipment, and the album grows on<br />
you with each spin. Among the<br />
highlights are a few Tell-Tale Heartsstyle<br />
R&Beat punkers, and the wellplaced<br />
‘Even If I Try’, ‘Evil Eye’ and<br />
‘My Last Mistake’ offer solid<br />
representation of their remit – as do<br />
Marcos ‘Marky’ Mascato’s<br />
impassioned lead vocals. He also<br />
designed the mod beat, period style<br />
jazzy ice blue cover design too.<br />
Lenny Helsing<br />
ANTHONY REYNOLDS<br />
A World Of Colin Wilson Rocket Girl<br />
CD<br />
Anthony<br />
Reynolds, who<br />
you might<br />
remember as the<br />
creative force<br />
behind genius<br />
’90s baroque pop<br />
classicists Jack, is a man who likes<br />
to get close to his heroes. On his<br />
superb solo album, British Ballads,<br />
from a few years back, he was joined<br />
by folk goddess Vashti Bunyan. He’s<br />
written a biography of Scott Walker<br />
and, on this slightly bizarre album, he<br />
collaborates with cult author and<br />
existential mystic Colin Wilson.<br />
It’s essentially Michael Nymanesque<br />
musical doodles with the spoken<br />
words of Wilson, recorded at various<br />
points over the last few years, eerily<br />
integrated into the mix. Things liven up<br />
later on with the introduction of beats,<br />
a female backing vocal and jazzy<br />
undertones on ‘<strong>The</strong> Colour And Light<br />
Around Me’ that are reminiscent of the<br />
wonderful <strong>The</strong> Real Tuesday Weld. After<br />
one play you are intrigued – give it a<br />
few listens and you’ll be addicted.<br />
Ashley Norris<br />
THE ROOKIES<br />
Things Ever Said Other Eyes LP<br />
This is only the<br />
second long-play<br />
outing from<br />
Piacenza, Italy’s<br />
endearing garage<br />
folk-rock<br />
scenesters <strong>The</strong><br />
Rookies – 2005’s fine Out Of Fashion<br />
on Teen Sound being the first. Both<br />
sets are housed in psych-nouveau<br />
style cover designs. At their best, the<br />
songs build on a succession of<br />
dynamic pathways where the<br />
distinctive lead vocals of Giovanni<br />
Orlandi forms the central framework<br />
from where the group’s edgy, yet<br />
often quite fragile melodies cascade<br />
down. This is solidified by Simone<br />
Modicamore’s heavy lead guitar, and<br />
lyrics that often speak of regret, lost<br />
love, and a restless spirit that – like<br />
the seasons – yearn for change.<br />
To me, the likes of ‘Thinking About<br />
<strong>The</strong> Past’ and the engaging title track<br />
opener have something of an<br />
Outsiders (Dutch ’60s legends) feel,<br />
while ‘Just Promises’ and ‘Another<br />
Rainy Morning’ recall the pre-heavy<br />
bloomings of another Italian group,<br />
<strong>The</strong> Sick Rose.<br />
Lenny Helsing<br />
TODD RUNDGREN<br />
Todd Retroworld CD<br />
Alongside the<br />
landmarks of A<br />
Wizard, A True<br />
Star and Utopia’s<br />
self-titled debut,<br />
the eccentric<br />
musical tour de<br />
force that was 1974’s Todd remains a<br />
towering creative peak of the<br />
Rundgren discography. This live<br />
CD/DVD combo recorded and shot on<br />
a six date US tour in 2010 captures<br />
Mr T as the master of all he surveys,<br />
as he navigates the self-transforming<br />
roller coaster ride in the company of a<br />
band that includes long-serving<br />
Utopia bassist Kasim Sultan and<br />
Tubes drummer Prairie Prince.<br />
With the album performed in its<br />
entirety and in sequence, the effect is<br />
akin to finding yourself lost in a<br />
dreamlike odyssey through the mind<br />
of Todd and, along the way,<br />
encountering a baffling range of<br />
styles, including ragtime, vaudeville,<br />
pop, experimental electronica,<br />
psychedelia and hard-rock as is<br />
demonstrated by the stylistic chasms<br />
separating ‘An Elpee’s Worth Of<br />
Toons’ from ‘<strong>The</strong> Last Ride’, ‘A Dream<br />
Goes On Forever’ from ‘Heavy Metal<br />
Kids’ and ‘No 1 Lowest Common<br />
Denominator’ from ‘Useless Begging’.<br />
Grahame Bent<br />
THE SETTING SON<br />
Before I Eat My Eyes & Ears Bad Afro<br />
CD<br />
Having started as<br />
something of a<br />
solo project for<br />
maverick Dane<br />
Sebastien T W<br />
Kristiansen, who<br />
was soon taken<br />
under the modest wing of Baby<br />
Woodrose leader Lorenzo Woodrose,<br />
<strong>The</strong> Setting Son have evolved into a<br />
fully fledged unit for their third album.<br />
Before I Eat My Eyes & Ears,<br />
however, is nowhere as psychotic and<br />
paranoid as it sounds – neither is it<br />
quite as aligned to the garage sound<br />
and ethos of the guiding light of Baby<br />
Woodrose (even if they do share the<br />
odd member).<br />
‘Eat My Fear’ with it’s<br />
Cramps/Jesus & Mary Chain<br />
drumming, tinny Farfisa and boy/girl<br />
vocals indeed recalls the backcombed<br />
garage pop of that other<br />
Danish act, <strong>The</strong> Ravonettes, as does<br />
much of the record. That Woodrose<br />
chorus is clear on ‘Above <strong>The</strong> Rest’<br />
and ‘Terrible Town’, but ‘Are You <strong>The</strong><br />
One’ recalls C86 indie-pop as much<br />
as garage-rock. ‘Death Breath’ even<br />
encroaches up on that post-Flaming<br />
Lips wide-eyed psych-pop sound that<br />
is done so well by Tame Impala. Yet<br />
these elements, when out of the<br />
synch with the formula, just don’t fit<br />
well. ‘Butterface’, with its B52s and<br />
Rezillos bubblegum-surf-garage<br />
phrasing, is the sound of <strong>The</strong> Setting<br />
Son. Less diversity needed.<br />
Jon ‘Mojo’ Mills<br />
SPIDERS<br />
Flashpoint Crusher CD/LP<br />
When has an<br />
album cover of a<br />
girl on a chopper<br />
surrounded by<br />
moody long hairs<br />
ever been a bad<br />
thing? And when<br />
was the last time <strong>Shindig</strong>! covered a<br />
new act featuring an attractive<br />
female singer who could be the next<br />
role model for young girls, saving<br />
them from aspirations towards<br />
appearing on <strong>The</strong> X Factor?<br />
In an ideal world Spiders have<br />
success written all over them. From the<br />
lineage of hard rockin’ Swedes that<br />
make up the band (see feature this<br />
issue) to the focal point of Ann-Sofie<br />
Hoyles, they’re high on riffage and<br />
energy but, most importantly, not too<br />
shabby with memorable tunes either.<br />
Whether made yesterday or today,<br />
Flashpoint packs an almighty punch.<br />
It’s a superb album that does what it<br />
sets out to in under 30 minutes and<br />
the proof is in the pudding.<br />
Jon ‘Mojo’ Mills<br />
STEALING SHEEP<br />
Into <strong>The</strong> Diamond Sun Heavenly CD<br />
<strong>The</strong> debut album<br />
of three<br />
Liverpudlians, Into<br />
<strong>The</strong> Diamond Sun<br />
is a real treat. It’s<br />
a sound for these<br />
summer dregs; it<br />
has instant handclapping froth, but<br />
also enough complexity and originality<br />
to improve with repeated listens.<br />
It is peppered with catchy<br />
moments. ‘Shut Eye’ is a bubbly pop<br />
tune, recalling Hannah Peel and PJ<br />
Harvey’s cheerier shots, while ‘White<br />
Lies’ is even a little bit Lily Allen.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re’s a nice Paisley Underground<br />
tinge to a few tracks, too. However,<br />
Into <strong>The</strong> Diamond Sun is also assured<br />
enough to pull off a difficult multipart<br />
number: the closer, ‘Bear Tracks’. It is<br />
a big ambitious track, of which<br />
Joanna Newsom would be proud, but<br />
hasn’t a sniff of pretension to it. That<br />
is a difficult thing to achieve, and a<br />
satisfying thing to hear.<br />
In a fair world, Stealing Sheep<br />
would be storming the charts. <strong>The</strong>irs<br />
is a commercial sound, and a very<br />
good one.<br />
Jeanette Leech
JASON STEEL<br />
<strong>The</strong> Weight Of Care Rif Mountain CD/LP<br />
Sometime Owl<br />
Service member<br />
and full-time<br />
introspective<br />
troubadour Jason<br />
Steel impressed<br />
with his previous<br />
two releases, Fire Begot Ash and Baby,<br />
Wolves Abound. With <strong>The</strong> Weight Of<br />
Care he takes the persona of a difficult,<br />
overwrought young man to ever-further<br />
levels – and succeeds on each one.<br />
<strong>The</strong> key to this album’s pleasure –<br />
if you can call listening to an album<br />
as miserable as this “pleasure” –<br />
comes with its balance. Steel’s guitar<br />
and soft voice are both perfect<br />
counterweights to his melodramatic<br />
lyrics. <strong>The</strong> emotion isn’t lost; far from<br />
it. Performed completely without<br />
histrionics, he brings a complicated<br />
tautness to these sad words. In<br />
places, Steel recalls the folk<br />
storytelling of Alasdair Roberts –<br />
notably on ‘I Lost My North’ – while<br />
elsewhere he’s rather Stone Breathish,<br />
with the despondent banjo of<br />
‘<strong>The</strong> Feast’. Yet <strong>The</strong> Weight Of Care<br />
never sounds mannered or derivative.<br />
Rich in imagery of dark nights and<br />
darker feelings, <strong>The</strong> Weight Of Care is<br />
an album to curl up with. And maybe<br />
have a little cry to.<br />
Jeanette Leech<br />
<strong>The</strong>se Spiders bite!<br />
KEN STRINGFELLOW<br />
Danzig In <strong>The</strong> Moonlight Lojinx CD<br />
Diehard Posies<br />
fans must have<br />
been dismayed<br />
when the Seattle<br />
powerpop<br />
stalwarts’ flawless<br />
2010 album<br />
Blood/Candy registered typically<br />
weedy sales. Detractors tend to<br />
criticise their “fussy” attention to<br />
detail as though adventurousness<br />
and thoughtful production were dirty<br />
words. Anyone looking for simplistic,<br />
heads-down rock should give Ken<br />
Stringfellow’s fourth solo album a<br />
miss, because it displays a mindboggling<br />
range of styles and moods,<br />
albeit with the potential to reward<br />
patient listeners in different ways on<br />
each listen.<br />
Stringfellow’s previous solo<br />
excursions haven’t been quite as<br />
extreme – Danzig is undeniably<br />
dense, dark and difficult in parts, but<br />
beautifully soulful and accessible in<br />
others. So if something as haunting<br />
as the stripped down string-backed<br />
‘Odorless, Colorless, Tasteless’<br />
doesn’t grab you, try the bouncy<br />
country-rocker ‘You’re <strong>The</strong> Gold’ or<br />
sweet, seductive ‘Pray’ (imagining a<br />
collaboration between an on-form<br />
Shuggie Otis and Prince!)<br />
Chris Twomey<br />
WHISPERING PINES<br />
Whispering Pines<br />
www.inthewhisperingpines.com<br />
Fans of Cosmic<br />
American Music<br />
via the LA axis<br />
of Chris<br />
Robinson<br />
Brotherhood<br />
and/or<br />
Beachwood Sparks will delight in<br />
this second self-titled album from<br />
the admittedly Echo Park, not<br />
Laurel Canyon-based Whispering<br />
Pines, a five-piece straight outta<br />
the early ’70s. Country-rock Byrds<br />
meets <strong>The</strong> Band (obviously, get the<br />
name); <strong>The</strong> Allman Brothers rub<br />
shoulders with Steven Stills’<br />
Manassas and all rejoice in great<br />
beardage and have such a groovy<br />
and authentic time that it’s a<br />
miracle they haven’t somehow all<br />
managed to have it off with Joni<br />
Mitchell at some point.<br />
And with four singer-songwriters in<br />
the band things remain varied in the<br />
most pleasant of ways. Highlights for<br />
me include the great ‘Wolfmoon’ with<br />
its beautiful psychedelic-period Black<br />
Crowes distorted organ flowing into<br />
the guitar solo, and the poppy ‘One<br />
More Second Chance’, which recalls<br />
<strong>The</strong> Lovin’ Spoonful and their ’60s LA<br />
ilk.<br />
Luke Smyth<br />
WITCHCRAFT<br />
Legend Nuclear Blast CD/LP<br />
Witchcraft’s<br />
debut album<br />
would easily<br />
make my top<br />
five of the last<br />
decade. It<br />
weaved what<br />
was nominally described as doom<br />
metal into something more lyrical<br />
and alluring than the standard<br />
scorched earth slow-motion riffing<br />
that has come to symbolise the<br />
genre.<br />
This new album presents a<br />
quandary, however. <strong>The</strong>ir first was<br />
recorded in a basement and their<br />
subsequent two albums retained the<br />
same analogue charm. This album<br />
has a much cleaner, commercial<br />
production sound, which removes a<br />
lot of their earlier appeal. Added to<br />
this, the vocals sound occasionally<br />
overwrought. Thankfully the songs are<br />
too good to let these factors totally<br />
ruin the album – ‘Deconstruction’ and<br />
‘White Light Suicide’ show the band<br />
can still mix it with the best of<br />
modern riff-throwers and the final two<br />
tracks let the band stretch out and<br />
indulge their prog influences to great<br />
effect. You might want to check out a<br />
preview online before you buy it<br />
though.<br />
Austin Matthews
Y NIWL<br />
4 Aderyn Papur CD/LP<br />
Has it been two years since we last<br />
sang the praises of these Welsh<br />
instrumental hodads? Hard to believe<br />
given it feels like the world has been<br />
bopping along to Y Niwl since the<br />
summer of 1961. Hailing from North<br />
Wales, they’ve been serving recent<br />
years as Gruff Rhys’ backing band and<br />
honing their rocky coastal sound,<br />
which, here on 4, grants us an<br />
extended busman’s holiday from where<br />
2010’s Y Niwl last dropped us off.<br />
With so much traditional ’60s<br />
sounding British organ and reverbed<br />
guitar it’s difficult not to draw<br />
comparisons to the likes of <strong>The</strong><br />
Shadows on ‘Dauddegun’ or <strong>The</strong><br />
Tornadoes’ swirling Meek-like magic<br />
(‘Dauddegpump’). Contrary to popular<br />
opinion, Welsh music has had previous<br />
flings with surf in the past (Y<br />
Castaways’ 1981 single, ‘Tawel Fy<br />
Firaeth’) but few groups it seems,<br />
Welsh or otherwise have flung<br />
themselves at it as brilliantly as Y Niwl.<br />
Richard S Jones<br />
84<br />
NEW 45s<br />
Homies: Y Niwl<br />
THE ZOMBIES FEATURING<br />
COLIN BLUNSTONE & ROD<br />
ARGENT<br />
Live In Concert At Metropolis<br />
Studios, London Salvo CD/DVD<br />
Standing next to<br />
Paul Weller<br />
during one of<br />
March 2008’s<br />
Odessey &<br />
Oracle gigs at<br />
Shepherds Bush<br />
Empire, it struck me how odd <strong>The</strong><br />
Zombies’ lives had become. Here<br />
they were, 40 years after the<br />
release of their belatedly<br />
discovered masterpiece, enjoying<br />
the adulation of a savvy, musically<br />
literate London audience. Yet on<br />
another evening, they might be<br />
playing at a seaside ’60s cabaret<br />
show, where, ‘Time Of <strong>The</strong> Season’<br />
aside, anything off Odessey &<br />
Oracle would doubtless draw blank<br />
stares.<br />
This excellent CD and DVD<br />
package, recorded live before a<br />
small, specially invited audience in<br />
’11, admirably balances these<br />
disparate Zombie worlds. Featuring<br />
the touring version of the band<br />
(Colin Blunstone and Rod Argent,<br />
alongside bassist Jim Rodford, his<br />
son Steve on drums and guitarist<br />
Tom Toomey), the set features six<br />
Odessey songs (including the<br />
magnificent ‘Care Of Cell 44’) plus<br />
Zombies and Argent hits and solo<br />
favourites such as Blunstone’s<br />
sublime 1972 classic ‘I Don’t<br />
Believe In Miracles’.<br />
Chris Twomey<br />
BEAUTIFY JUNKYARDS<br />
From <strong>The</strong> Morning/Fuga No 2<br />
Fruits de Mer<br />
Beautify Junkyards are a Portuguese<br />
collective who infuse their distinctive<br />
brand of folktronica with a luxuriant,<br />
tropical sheen, imbuing their songs<br />
(sometimes literally) with the sounds<br />
of birds, bountiful gardens and damp,<br />
glistening emerald forests. On this 7”,<br />
they tackle the songs of Nick Drake<br />
and Os Mutantes – strange<br />
bedfellows admittedly – but they<br />
approach both with intelligence,<br />
integrity and originality.<br />
Even Drake fans (often as<br />
possessive about their hero’s music<br />
as they are obsessive), will find little<br />
complaint with their cover of ‘From<br />
<strong>The</strong> Morning’. <strong>The</strong>y bring an eerily<br />
uplifting beauty to the song, gently<br />
easing Drake’s rather downcast<br />
dream reveries to one side and<br />
finding something celebratory within<br />
the warp and weft of the song. ‘Fuga<br />
No 2’ glows and shimmers beautifully<br />
– a slice of delicate psychedelic<br />
Tropicalia full of gentle acoustic<br />
picking, luscious female vocals and<br />
subtle electronic accents, building to<br />
a lush, expansive chorus.<br />
Neil Hussey<br />
THE BLIMP<br />
Not Beer Violet Times 12” EP<br />
Eugene, Oregonbased<br />
band <strong>The</strong><br />
Blimp transmits a<br />
righteous and<br />
raucous barrage<br />
of proto-punkian<br />
stew bubbling<br />
from the ceaseless well of mid-70s<br />
Ohio (Styrenes, Mirrors, Electric<br />
Eels) all over this one-sided footlong.<br />
Fed on a steady diet of<br />
’60s/70s avant-rock skronk and<br />
pre-punk noise makers, they bring a<br />
sound more kin than derivative. <strong>The</strong><br />
Blimp aptly channel the artsy,<br />
confrontational feel of pre-codified<br />
punk on this four-song platter in a<br />
collage of guitars screeching with<br />
equal dissonance and jazzy<br />
melodicism – vocals one part<br />
monotone recitation, one part<br />
performance art shriek; and<br />
percussive free jazz-style piano<br />
shards. Yet amidst all the<br />
captivating energy and mutated<br />
mania lies a band with some real<br />
pop know-how.<br />
As sure as red blood boils through<br />
me, I never thought I’d heartily dig<br />
something called ‘I Like Good Music<br />
With Boobs In My Face’ (which on<br />
the insert is referenced as “Radio<br />
Hit”), but you’ve got me soaring<br />
through the wild blue with ya boys.<br />
Jeremy Cargill<br />
JACK ELLISTER<br />
<strong>The</strong> Man With <strong>The</strong><br />
Biochopper/Citadel Fruits de Mer<br />
As <strong>Shindig</strong>! readers will know, there<br />
are those so taken with the sounds<br />
and spirit of the<br />
’60s that they<br />
come across as<br />
pointless<br />
pasticheurs,<br />
utterly beholden<br />
to a long-gone<br />
era. Jack Ellister, formerly of Angina<br />
Pectoris and Yordan Orchestra, is not<br />
one of those people. He draws<br />
heavily on ’60s sounds and musical<br />
iconography, yet conjures an end<br />
product that is fresh, contemporary<br />
and strikingly original.<br />
‘<strong>The</strong> Man With <strong>The</strong> Biochopper’<br />
has a recurring guitar theme that’s<br />
somehow redolent of some halfforgotten<br />
vintage TV theme –<br />
throbbing, rubbery bass, female<br />
vocals that whisper sexily and coo<br />
girlishly, and a nice, dirty-sounding<br />
guitar solo. On the flip is a cover of<br />
the Stones’ ‘Citadel’, which<br />
manages to be both lysergically<br />
trippy, yet pin-sharp and focused<br />
too, in a mind-bendingly beautiful<br />
arrangement featuring tumbling<br />
drums, reverbed vocals, maracas,<br />
treated piano and wah-wah guitars.<br />
One of the best covers you’ll hear<br />
all year.<br />
Neil Hussey<br />
HORACE<br />
Waiting For <strong>The</strong> Moon Shagrat EP<br />
Nigel Cross’s<br />
Shagrat Records<br />
has quietly<br />
mined a rich<br />
seam of<br />
unreleased early<br />
’70s<br />
underground music and this latest<br />
release, containing three tracks<br />
recorded by the ephemeral Horace,<br />
doesn’t signify any drop in quality.<br />
Horace existed just long enough to<br />
record the dazzling demos on this<br />
stunningly packaged 33 RPM<br />
gatefold EP in 1971. Ric Parnell<br />
(drums, vocals) had been involved<br />
with Atomic Rooster and Horse and,<br />
together with his sparring partner<br />
Jim Mercer (bass), rubbed shoulders<br />
with the likes of Rare Bird, Cressida<br />
and other bands that circulated in<br />
the golden age of UK prog.<br />
‘Waiting For <strong>The</strong> Moon’, ‘See <strong>The</strong><br />
Sun’ and ‘Mongrel/Polyop’ feature<br />
the electric violin of Mike Piggot and<br />
piano and guitar work of Andy ‘Ced’<br />
Curtis. <strong>The</strong> result sounds like the<br />
lost bridge between David Crosby’s<br />
If I Could Only Remember My Name<br />
and Frank Zappa’s Hot Rats.<br />
Richard Allen
LES BOF!<br />
Elle Me Rend Fou/Train De Vie<br />
Originaux 7”<br />
Ultra modern<br />
French-sung<br />
garage beat at its<br />
best here from<br />
Edinburgh’s beat<br />
ravers Les Bof.<br />
Topside sees the<br />
boys make a delightfully vibrant stab<br />
at <strong>The</strong> Easybeats’ early days winner<br />
‘She’s So Fine’. Flip for a marvellous<br />
episode of harp-wailin’ teen punk on<br />
their thriving update of <strong>The</strong> Johnny<br />
Burnette Trio/Yardbirds/Scotty McKay<br />
Quintet workhorse ‘<strong>The</strong> Train Kept A-<br />
Rollin’’ (‘Train De Vie’) where,<br />
amongst the combustible pistons,<br />
bells and whistles some superdexterous<br />
fuzz rumblings are heard<br />
emanating from Angus McPake’s lead<br />
guitar amp. He is also the one<br />
“responsable” for the production of<br />
these bold creations from his<br />
exceptional Ravencraig studio lair.<br />
If you’ve not yet switched on to<br />
the masterful tones of Les Bof! –<br />
either on stage where they are a total<br />
wow, or on phonograph – now is the<br />
optimum time to do so as they are<br />
truly at the top of their game.<br />
Excitement personified! Warning:<br />
pressing fault has labels reversed.<br />
Lenny Helsing<br />
NECROS<br />
Ambionic Sound: Original 1980<br />
Demo Tape Alona’s Dream EP<br />
Quite a wild<br />
rumpus being<br />
kicked up by this<br />
bunch of, at the<br />
time, US<br />
unknowns.<br />
Captured in<br />
1980, these five lo-fidelity, but<br />
mighty big fuzz punk sizzlers, really<br />
get to the very heart, spirit and<br />
adventure of the times. Primitively<br />
brash executions, loaded with<br />
extremely high degrees of snot-caked<br />
punk naiveté and enthusiasm. <strong>The</strong><br />
titles alone say it all: ‘I Hate My<br />
School’, ‘Police Brutality’, ‘Race Riot’.<br />
Back then Ohio’s Necros were just<br />
three high school kids, before making<br />
a name as hardcore heroes after<br />
tours with <strong>The</strong> Misfits, Black Flag and<br />
Circle Jerks, and records on the<br />
Touch & Go label. Now, more than<br />
three decades later, these early<br />
demo tapes are available for the first<br />
time on vinyl, courtesy of Chicago’s<br />
crucial resurrectionist label Alona’s<br />
Dream. For those with a mind for<br />
relentless, dirty sounding teenage<br />
punk noise.<br />
Lenny Helsing<br />
THE OLIVERS<br />
Beaker Street/I Saw What You<br />
Did Break-A-Way<br />
Forming in 1963 as <strong>The</strong> Serfmen, by<br />
’65, <strong>The</strong> British Invasion had<br />
supplanted surf and a more English<br />
name was required. So they named<br />
themselves after Oliver Twist! Cut at<br />
86<br />
45s<br />
CAP Studios and originally issued on<br />
the local Phalanx<br />
label, the band’s<br />
double headed<br />
classic garage<br />
single has been<br />
compiled at least<br />
seven times on<br />
garage collections since the early<br />
’80s and now finally gets a long<br />
awaited stand-alone 45 reissue.<br />
<strong>The</strong> topside is a pounding,<br />
screaming fuzz-fest in the very best<br />
garage tradition. <strong>The</strong> flip is not far<br />
behind in strength but has a stronger<br />
R&B vibe, though pounds just as<br />
hard. Picked up by the local WGL<br />
and the 50,000 watt WOWO radio<br />
stations, their manager persuaded<br />
RCA to pick up the record and<br />
distribution nationally. This is a great<br />
addition for any jukebox, DJ set or<br />
just your own wig-out party.<br />
Paul <strong>Martin</strong><br />
THE PRETTY THINGS<br />
SF Sorrow Live In London Fruits de<br />
Mer EP<br />
Limited edition vinyl EP taken from a<br />
recording of the group’s Christmas<br />
2010 concert at London’s 100 Club.<br />
Ageless sounding renditions of three<br />
magical cuts, originally created for<br />
their astounding late 1968 landmark<br />
psychedelic opus are on offer, fired<br />
up and fizzing with a tangible bite,<br />
and an energy that groups with half<br />
the collective age of the Pretties<br />
couldn’t muster.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re’s the glorious title track, ‘SF<br />
Sorrow Is Born’, the unforgettably<br />
poetic ‘She Says Good Morning’<br />
(“threading through a web of gas the<br />
rain precedes the storm”) and the<br />
decidedly sinister tones of the deadly<br />
‘Baron Saturday’. All are gripping<br />
performances highlighted by keening<br />
electric runs, authoritative vocals and<br />
propulsive rhythmic surges that make<br />
you sit bolt upright and take notice.<br />
As a scintillating extra, purchasers<br />
receive a longtime fans’ favourite in<br />
the form of a superb cover of <strong>The</strong><br />
Byrds’ hippie-beat anthem<br />
‘Renaissance Fair’, cut at a Dutch gig<br />
sometime in ’69. Phil May’s original<br />
Sorrow-based cover artwork<br />
completes the deal. Perfect!<br />
Lenny Helsing<br />
SILVER APPLES<br />
<strong>The</strong> Edge Of Wonder/Fractal<br />
Flow Enraptured<br />
Silver Apples emerged from New<br />
York’s East Village in 1967, vocalist<br />
Simeon Coxe III<br />
constructing a<br />
tower of<br />
oscillators from<br />
junked<br />
equipment,<br />
singing over<br />
sparse, pulsing melodies and Danny<br />
Taylor’s drums on two groundbreaking<br />
late ’60s albums. <strong>The</strong> duo<br />
split amidst record label problems,<br />
leaving third album <strong>The</strong> Garden<br />
unreleased but a growing legend.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y reformed in ’96, but Simeon<br />
broke his neck in a ’99 car crash,<br />
fighting to recover and start touring<br />
in 2007. (Sadly Danny died the<br />
previous year.)<br />
<strong>The</strong>se startling new songs are<br />
drawn from live recordings Simeon<br />
hasn’t even managed to take in the<br />
studio yet, but the crowd responses<br />
to the cosmic shimmer bathing ‘<strong>The</strong><br />
Edge Of Wonder’ and sci-fi<br />
dronescape of 1996’s ‘Fractal Flow’<br />
show why it’s been catapulted out<br />
now (on limited red wax).<br />
<strong>The</strong> most magical slice of pure<br />
psych spirit you’ll hear all year… and<br />
next up is the long-lost third album.<br />
Kris Needs<br />
SPIDERS<br />
Weekend Nights/Lies Crusher<br />
On ‘Weekend<br />
Nights’, Spiders<br />
come on like<br />
Cherie Currie<br />
fronting <strong>The</strong><br />
Stooges in<br />
postulating the<br />
weekend not as relaxing downtime, but<br />
as life-threatening pitched battle<br />
between human and liver. “DANGER!”<br />
hollers vocalist Ann-Sofie Hoyles and<br />
immediately you want her to be your<br />
guide on whatever demented nocturnal<br />
activities the band are undertaking in<br />
their hometown of Gothenburg.<br />
Geno and the boys caught live and in their prime<br />
Sounding like a garage band<br />
making the transition into hard-rock,<br />
Spiders retain the raw energy of punk<br />
though cross-bred with the sort of<br />
devilish licks you find in the faster<br />
material of early Zeppelin or Purple<br />
MK2. This is an act that has little<br />
truck with the notion of 15-minute<br />
jazz odysseys, preferring to get in and<br />
out in under three minutes and leave<br />
you breathless for more.<br />
A great entrée to their blistering<br />
debut album Flash Point – check it<br />
out forthwith.<br />
Austin Matthews<br />
GENO WASHINGTON & THE<br />
RAM JAM BAND<br />
Holdin’ On With Acid Jazz EP<br />
“Back in ’68 in a<br />
hot, sweaty club”<br />
(or a studio in<br />
this case), a later<br />
line-up of Geno<br />
Washington &<br />
<strong>The</strong> Ram Jam<br />
Band (now augmented by Colin<br />
Davey and Dave Greenslade from<br />
Chris Farlowe’s Thunderbirds and<br />
Dave Tedstone from Jimmy James’<br />
Vagabonds) recorded four numbers<br />
that have recently been discovered<br />
on ¼-inch tape and have never<br />
previously seen the light of day.<br />
Thankfully, this is all about to<br />
change as Acid Jazz has released<br />
them as a vinyl EP and download as<br />
part of their ongoing Rare Mod<br />
series.<br />
Featuring ‘Holdin’ On (With Both<br />
Hands)’, ‘Jumpin’ Jack Flash’, a<br />
reworking of ‘Michael <strong>The</strong> Lover’ and<br />
‘Hi Heel Sneakers’, this is for those<br />
of you who like your soul delivered<br />
with lashings of Hammond and<br />
horns and with plenty of pace (which<br />
I certainly do). A seriously good<br />
release from Geno, who you can still<br />
catch live.<br />
Paul Hooper-Keeley
BOB DYLAN AND THE BAND<br />
Down In <strong>The</strong> Flood Chrome Dreams<br />
For a singular<br />
collective of<br />
musicians<br />
originally content<br />
to work in the<br />
shadow cast by<br />
their friend and<br />
mentor Bob<br />
Dylan, for whom<br />
they provided<br />
peerless support during key periods<br />
during the ’60s and ’70s, this DVD is<br />
a more than welcome insight into the<br />
history, evolution and the internal<br />
workings of a band that was<br />
ultimately to become way more than<br />
merely Dylan’s back-up. From their<br />
beginnings and apprenticeship as<br />
Ronnie Hawkins’ backing band <strong>The</strong><br />
Hawks, Down In <strong>The</strong> Flood is part<br />
critical appraisal, part guided tour of<br />
the life and times of <strong>The</strong> Band from<br />
their earliest days under the<br />
leadership of Levon Helm to their<br />
farewell concerts filmed by <strong>Martin</strong><br />
<strong>Scorsese</strong> and released as <strong>The</strong> Last<br />
Waltz in 1978. In between, all the<br />
significant landmarks of <strong>The</strong> Band’s<br />
career are touched upon, from being<br />
recruited by Dylan as his backing<br />
band for the history-making ’66 world<br />
tour, their relocation to Woodstock<br />
and the beginning of the celebrated<br />
Basement Tapes era through to their<br />
emergence as an act in their own<br />
right with the release of Music From<br />
Big Pink and its hugely successful<br />
follow-up <strong>The</strong> Band, before reuniting<br />
with Dylan for his ’74 world tour.<br />
Built around interviews with<br />
Ronnie Hawkins, ’66 tour drummer<br />
Mickey Jones, Garth Hudson,<br />
producer John Simon, Nashville<br />
session man Charlie McCoy, archivist<br />
Sid Griffin, and biographer Barney<br />
Hoskyns and seasoned with live and<br />
archive footage aplenty, Down In <strong>The</strong><br />
Flood is a welcome and long overdue<br />
appraisal.<br />
Grahame Bent<br />
Pull My Daisy Steidl DVD/book<br />
Directed by<br />
photographer and<br />
underground<br />
filmmaker Robert<br />
Frank (<strong>The</strong><br />
Americans,<br />
Cocksucker<br />
Blues) and based<br />
on a short story<br />
by Jack Kerouac,<br />
Pull My Daisy represents the first<br />
time the authentic beat philosophy<br />
and manifesto were successfully<br />
captured on celluloid. Shot on 16mm<br />
black and white stock over a fourmonth<br />
period from January to April<br />
1959 in the Manhattan loft of artist<br />
Alfred Leslie, the film is narrated by<br />
Jack Kerouac and features a cast of<br />
beat luminaries, including Allen<br />
Ginsberg, Gregory Corso, Peter<br />
Orlovsky, Larry Rivers and Mooney<br />
Peebles. Despite its underground<br />
credentials, it premiered at New<br />
88<br />
DVDs BOOKS<br />
York’s New Yorker <strong>The</strong>ater on 88th St<br />
and Broadway, and survives as both<br />
part curio and part vivid document of<br />
its time and the burgeoning<br />
subculture of the beats which<br />
spawned it.<br />
Clocking in at a mere 28 minutes,<br />
the importance of Pull My Daisy as<br />
both an example of American<br />
underground cinema at the close of<br />
the ’50s and as an authentic<br />
cinematic expression of the beat<br />
lifestyle and mind set in action can’t<br />
be underestimated. As an artefact in<br />
its own right, this deluxe box set has<br />
been impressively assembled in true<br />
no expense spared Steidl style, with<br />
both NTSC and PAL versions of the<br />
film, Kerouac’s original short story,<br />
complete cast and crew details, a<br />
’61 introduction to the film by Jerry<br />
Tollmer, the lyrics to the film’s<br />
Kerouac/Ginsberg-composed title<br />
song and a booklet of previously<br />
unpublished atmospherically grainy<br />
on-set photos by John Cohen.<br />
Grahame Bent<br />
Stonehenge 1984: A Midsummer<br />
Night Rock Show Floating World DVD/CD<br />
According to the<br />
extensive liner<br />
notes by film<br />
director Al<br />
Stokes, it’s a<br />
wonder that this<br />
film ever saw the<br />
light of day at all given some of the<br />
obstacles he had to overcome at all<br />
stages of the production process –<br />
what with Hell’s Angels, distrustful<br />
members of the “Peace Convoy”,<br />
financial constraints and duplicitous<br />
co-producers amongst other things.<br />
Kicking off with the only song on<br />
here by Roy Harper, the mis-titled<br />
‘Rock ’n’ Roll Man’, much of<br />
Stonehenge 1984 is interspersed with<br />
photographic stills of the event and<br />
some occasional, but rather<br />
rudimentary, attempts at animation.<br />
Nik Turner, who had briefly returned<br />
to the Hawkwind fold, pops up as an<br />
interviewee, as does Keith Bailey from<br />
Here & Now, to add contemporary<br />
gravitas to proceedings. Fronted by<br />
the aforementioned Turner in typically<br />
gonzoid mode, Hawkwind numbers<br />
include ‘Ghost Dance’, ‘Social<br />
Alliance’ and a version of Inner City<br />
Unit’s ‘Watching <strong>The</strong> Grass Grow’. It’s<br />
also a real treat to see the three Here<br />
& Now songs, ‘Secrets’, ‘<strong>The</strong>atre’ and<br />
‘Glad You Made It’ – it’s a shame<br />
then that the sound quality lets the<br />
film footage down at times. I’ve never<br />
gone a bundle on <strong>The</strong> Enid, but in<br />
hindsight their particular brand of<br />
theatrical prog bombast is quite<br />
endearing, if only out of a sense of<br />
nostalgia.<br />
Although this DVD and CD<br />
package reveals just a glimpse of<br />
four of the better known acts, it still<br />
provides an interesting snapshot of<br />
the last ever Stonehenge People’s<br />
Free Festival proper.<br />
Rich Deakin<br />
ECCENTRIC MAN: A<br />
BIOGRAPHY &<br />
DISCOGRAPHY OF TONY<br />
(TS) MCPHEE<br />
Paul Freestone Incompetent Publishing<br />
“Paul knows more<br />
about me and <strong>The</strong><br />
Groundhogs than<br />
I do” confesses<br />
Tony McPhee in<br />
his foreword to<br />
Paul Freestone’s<br />
generously<br />
proportioned<br />
biography of the man and his music.<br />
Comprehensive, exhaustive, definitive,<br />
all these adjectives could accurately<br />
describe the massive undertaking<br />
that Paul Freestone’s labour of love<br />
represents. Self-published and some<br />
eight years in the writing, editing and<br />
production, Eccentric Man actually<br />
began life as a student publishing<br />
project of 5,000 words in 1979 with<br />
the text being expanded over the<br />
years until it eventually reached the<br />
weighty dimensions of today’s<br />
finished article, which numbers some<br />
470 pages.<br />
Painstakingly researched and<br />
encyclopaedic in its appetite for<br />
detail, Eccentric Man is testament to<br />
the depth of the author’s fascination<br />
with Tony McPhee dating from when<br />
he first saw <strong>The</strong> Groundhogs on BBC2<br />
in May ’70. Structured<br />
chronologically, the book documents<br />
Tony’s career from his earliest gigs as<br />
a member of <strong>The</strong> Seneschals in ’61,<br />
via John Lee’s Groundhogs, <strong>The</strong> John<br />
Dummer Blues Band, <strong>The</strong><br />
Groundhogs, Tony McPhee’s<br />
Terraplane, Tony McPhee’s Turbo and<br />
<strong>The</strong> Tony McPhee Band, with frequent<br />
references to contemporary coverage<br />
of <strong>The</strong> Groundhogs et al in the pages<br />
of the UK music press.<br />
Additionally, other chapters deal<br />
with McPhee the songwriter and<br />
vegetarian, while others are devoted<br />
to his guitars, a directory of radio and<br />
TV broadcasts, a Groundhogs family<br />
tree and, to round things off, an<br />
extensive discography, gigography<br />
and bibliography. In his introduction<br />
Paul Freestone writes that he hopes<br />
his book will do Tony McPhee justice<br />
– it does way more than that!<br />
Grahame Bent<br />
MUSHROOMS AND<br />
MOONBOOTS<br />
Garry ‘Moonboot’ Masters<br />
Create Space<br />
So where were<br />
you during Live<br />
Aid? I was<br />
watching a charity<br />
gig by <strong>The</strong> Magic<br />
Mushroom Band<br />
at <strong>The</strong> Nag’s Head<br />
in High Wycombe.<br />
Those were the<br />
days. You could<br />
see a band with a<br />
lightshow on any given weekend,<br />
within stumbling distance of your<br />
home. Now, over 25 years later, Garry<br />
Masters, leader of the space-psych<br />
Magic Mushroom Band, has<br />
published his memoirs. <strong>The</strong> perfect<br />
companion to the recent Alice In<br />
Wonderland book, it’s a very<br />
personal journey tracing Garry’s life<br />
from a well spent youth in ’70s<br />
Ladbroke Grove through to the days<br />
of <strong>The</strong> Crypt, Alice In Wonderland<br />
and the heart of the ’80s UK<br />
psychedelic underground.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Magic Mushroom Band<br />
inherited the ’60s/70s psychedelic<br />
torch, lighting up UK venues with<br />
their unique brand of mind-expanding<br />
music, exemplified on the superb<br />
and yet to be reissued Eyes Of <strong>The</strong><br />
Angel (1989) and <strong>The</strong> Dukes Of<br />
Stratosphear-influenced Process Of<br />
Illumination (’90). Documenting the<br />
scene’s details such as the recording<br />
of the now rare Evil Edna’s Horror<br />
Toilet cassette, the book contains<br />
numerous and priceless historical<br />
vignettes.<br />
Early adopters of a trance hybrid<br />
sound, <strong>The</strong> MMB also gave birth to<br />
Astralasia, who later went on to some<br />
success under the guidance of<br />
drummer Swordfish. Detailing the ups<br />
and downs of the colourful ’80s<br />
underground with other half Kim Of<br />
Oz in tow, Garry’s tale is both<br />
amusing and inspiring, proving that<br />
to survive in the ’80s music scene<br />
you didn’t need a stupid haircut and<br />
a review in NME. Bom Shankar!<br />
Richard Allen<br />
THE ROLLING STONES<br />
COMPLETE RECORDING<br />
SESSIONS 1962-2012: 50TH<br />
ANNIVERSARY EDITION<br />
<strong>Martin</strong> Elliott Cherry Red Books<br />
With the 50th<br />
anniversary of the<br />
Stones’ first gig<br />
on July 12th<br />
1962 (albeit<br />
under the<br />
embryonic guise<br />
of Little Boy Blue<br />
& <strong>The</strong> Blue Boys)<br />
having just<br />
passed, the publication of this<br />
monumental work couldn’t have been<br />
better timed. In setting out to<br />
compile such a wide-reaching<br />
volume, author <strong>Martin</strong> Elliott set<br />
himself something of a Herculean<br />
task in respect to the amount of<br />
research and cross-referencing<br />
involved in bringing such an<br />
exhaustive project to life. Sporting a<br />
foreword from Chris Kimsey –<br />
variously tape operator, recording<br />
engineer and co-producer during his<br />
25-year association with the Stones<br />
–<strong>The</strong> Complete Recording Sessions is<br />
way more than a standard<br />
discography; it’s a comprehensive<br />
directory of all Stones recordings<br />
released on a range of formats from<br />
movies to bootlegs to downloads,<br />
and covers the band’s earliest days<br />
up to July of this year.<br />
More than anything, the book<br />
documents the ever escalating scale
of the Stones’ ambitions and their<br />
scale of operations from the<br />
landmark 45 and album releases of<br />
the ’60s and early ’70s, through key<br />
events, including the ’69 US tour and<br />
the epic Exile On Main Street tour<br />
(which effectively laid the<br />
foundations and set the pattern for<br />
all future tours), culminating in the<br />
trans-global mega-productions that<br />
have characterised the reality of the<br />
Stones on the road from the ’90s<br />
and beyond.<br />
As such, <strong>Martin</strong> Elliott’s<br />
encyclopaedic undertaking will be an<br />
essential addition to the reference<br />
libraries of all Stones collectors and<br />
completists.<br />
Grahame Bent<br />
SATURDAY’S KIDS: THE<br />
1980S BRITISH MOD<br />
REVIVAL<br />
Darren Russell Foruli Codex<br />
Another month<br />
and another modrelated<br />
book hits<br />
the shelves. My<br />
bookshelf is in<br />
danger of looking<br />
sharper than the<br />
contents of my wardrobe, as a recent<br />
rush of mod literature appears to be<br />
coming out faster than our Bradley<br />
Wiggins freewheeling down the<br />
Champs-Élysées.<br />
Saturday’s Kids is largely a photo<br />
essay that lovingly documents the<br />
early ’80s mod scene in London. <strong>The</strong><br />
then-fledgling photographer Darren<br />
Russell was inspired by Richard<br />
Barnes’ definitive book on the<br />
original ’60s scene, Mods! He was a<br />
fan himself, so he knew where to<br />
look and who to snap. We are<br />
thankful he had the foresight to<br />
capture the faces and their choice<br />
threads of the second revival era,<br />
unwittingly creating what will become<br />
a style bible for generations to come.<br />
All the ingredients are here: the way<br />
to dress, the way to ride, how to<br />
dance and the importance of good<br />
haircut. Just add music. <strong>The</strong> stunning<br />
photography transcends the subject<br />
matter, and anyone with a passing<br />
interest in photojournalism will find<br />
much to saviour in these grainy black<br />
and white images.<br />
Interspersed with a smattering of<br />
short flashback pieces by some of<br />
the faces who made up the scene,<br />
it’s the photos that the phrase “a<br />
picture paints a thousand words”<br />
seems especially coined for. <strong>The</strong> final<br />
section of the book features some<br />
rare and tasty images of the popular<br />
mod bands of the day, including<br />
Makin’ Time, <strong>The</strong> Aardvarks, <strong>The</strong><br />
Phrogs, <strong>The</strong> James Taylor Quartet and<br />
the modfather himself, Paul Weller.<br />
Paul Ritchie<br />
STICKING IT TO THE MAN:<br />
POP, PROTEST AND BLACK<br />
FICTION OF THE<br />
COUNTERCULTURE 1964-75<br />
Iain McIntyre <strong>The</strong> Leda Tape Organisation<br />
At 80 sub-A4 pages long, this may<br />
not exactly scream “coffee table<br />
book”. But that won’t stop Sticking It<br />
To <strong>The</strong> Man from inhabiting a very<br />
special place in the reference library<br />
chez Morten. We published a piece on<br />
pulp fiction novels by the author in<br />
these very pages in 2011 but here’s<br />
the definite article: 130 book covers<br />
reproduced in all their garish, titillating<br />
glory, each accompanied by an<br />
overview, the length (and gravity) of<br />
which is based on whether “something<br />
about it piqued my interest”.<br />
<strong>The</strong> section titles spell out the<br />
content perfectly: ‘Power To <strong>The</strong><br />
People!’, ‘Rock ’n’ Roll’, ‘Better Living<br />
Through Chemistry’, ‘Freakspolitation’,<br />
‘Ghetto Blues’, ‘Parents Just Don’t<br />
Understand’, ‘Hairy Bikers’. This is a<br />
largely unheralded document of<br />
youth, rebellion and the<br />
counterculture between the mid-60s<br />
and mid-70s writ large in the pages<br />
of dime store paperbacks –<br />
sometimes with insight, credibility<br />
and to shocking effect, but more<br />
often than not by past-it hacks who<br />
missed the point entirely.<br />
It’s those extremes that provide<br />
the greatest thrills here. On the one<br />
hand you have Panic In Needle Park,<br />
written seven years before the Al<br />
Pacino movie adaptation and based<br />
on first-hand observations of junkie<br />
culture during the ’64 New York<br />
heroin shortage – harrowing,<br />
unflinching stuff. On the other there’s<br />
Cute And Deadly Surf Twins, written<br />
in 1970 and based on, well, surfing<br />
and a “swinging topless discotheque”<br />
– the whole thing bashed out without<br />
recourse to narrative structure, fact<br />
checking or the English language. <strong>The</strong><br />
fact that it was also 10 years out of<br />
date seems irrelevant.<br />
Andy Morten<br />
TEENBEAT MAYHEM!:<br />
COMMEMORATING<br />
AMERICA’S FORGOTTEN<br />
MUSICAL HERITAGE - THOSE<br />
TEENAGE ROCK ’N’ ROLL<br />
COMBOS OF THE 1960S<br />
Mike Markesich Priceless Info Press<br />
We’re all better<br />
for it, aren’t we?<br />
Being “a bit mad”<br />
that is. Mike<br />
Markesich has<br />
just turned 50,<br />
LOVES garage<br />
band music<br />
(which he more<br />
accurately refers to as TeenBeat) and<br />
has worked on putting this weighty,<br />
thorough tome together for the past<br />
20 years; cataloguing singles on<br />
index cards, struggling with an early<br />
IBM 386 and eventually entering the<br />
world of the internet. At 400 pages<br />
long and featuring the most detailed<br />
selective discog of TeenBeat 45s<br />
(EVER), not to mention the road<br />
miles incurred in researching it, the<br />
near $100 cover price for this<br />
<strong>The</strong> Chargers indulge in a spot of teenbeat mayhem. You’d never have thought it, would you?<br />
genuine labour of love is more than<br />
warranted.<br />
Has he succeeded in closing what<br />
Greg Shaw began all those years ago?<br />
A resounding yes. Is this book for<br />
you? If a garage nut obsessed by lists,<br />
sure. If a dedicated eBay bidder, most<br />
definitely. If a casual fan, perhaps.<br />
One criticism is that Markesich’s<br />
36-page introductory essay ‘Dance,<br />
USA’ follows a well known trajectory –<br />
the American teens’ adaptation and<br />
remoulding of rock ’n’ roll, British<br />
influences and later psych onto<br />
Nuggets, and the change in<br />
landscape from ’80s garage<br />
revivalists to the more recent<br />
hybridised take on the sources. One<br />
would imagine that those who read<br />
this magazine and, indeed, the<br />
book’s target audience, already know<br />
this. Perhaps more specific areas<br />
would have been better to focus on –<br />
and at more length. What he does do<br />
well however is offer a few new<br />
theories – historical, geographical<br />
and sociological.<br />
Primarily this is essential for the A-<br />
Z discography, grading system and<br />
track-by-track breakdowns. As a<br />
dedicated history of the garage band<br />
era, it covers a lot of ground in too<br />
few pages. If paragraphs were<br />
expanded into chapters with relevant<br />
label scans, promo shots and picture<br />
sleeves integrated, it would certainly<br />
be the ultimate book on the prime<br />
TeenBeat period. One hopes that it’s<br />
something the writer will consider<br />
doing over the next 20 years. He’s<br />
the man who can.<br />
Until then this is the one stop<br />
guide to the myriad back alleyways<br />
of a-delic, low-key, Anglo-esque, folkrock,<br />
frat, psych and Surfbeat 45s<br />
from America’s fertile mid-60s.<br />
Jon ‘Mojo’ Mills