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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 />

....................................................................<br />

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 />

....................................................................<br />

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 />

....................................................................<br />

<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 />

....................................................................<br />

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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80<br />

NEW<br />

Ya�Dig?<br />

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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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

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