This is Uncool - The 500 Greatest Singles Since Punk & Disco # 268 Kate Bush

 


'If a more revealing and ecstatic song - and performnce - has ever been given in the name of love and the illogical joy and fear of falling in it, its name escapes me right now.'



Thursday, April 29, 2021

Covers # 161 Tronco

 


More from the great Tronco album I raved about on here yesterday. How to do a great cover version. Changing the original language is always a helpful initial step. I wonder if Paul Simon would like this. I imagine he would.

Strum & Thrum : The American Jangle Underground 1983-1987 # 10 Crippled Pilgrims

 


Jangly and esoteric. Not unlike early R.E.M., Go Betweens and Verlaines. Also harking back to '67. From D.C.



Jon Savage's 1972 - 1976 All Our Times Have Come # 38 Blondie

 


Wonderful promo. Wonderful song. Co-written by Gary Valentine and Debbie Harry. You can see in this why Valentine, for all his talent, wasn't in the band for too long.




Song(s) of the Day # 2,652 Art d'Ecco

 


Neat Art Rock album from Canadian artist Art d'Ecco. Glam in its basic leanings, I was reminded particularly of Sparks Russell Mael in terms of its vocal projections, it also has a glossy early Eighties synth sheen.



This doesn't particularly push boundaries in many respects but it is a pleasing and accomplished listen within the parameters it sets out for itself. 




Wednesday, April 28, 2021

Songs About People # 1,278 Ted Moult

 


British farmer and TV celebrity, celebrated by Half Man Half Biscuit.




The Loft - Ghosts Trains & Country Lanes; Studio, Stage & Sessions 1984 - 2015

 


I wish I'd seen The Loft play. I did see The Weather Prophets, the band that Pete Astor formed after they split in fairly ignominious and low key notoriety in 1985. The Weather Prophets were good, but I'd say The Loft were considerably better. Their's is one of the big What if..? stories of Eighties British guitar Rock. Not a much thumbed book I imagine, but still one that matters to some people. Myself included.


The Loft were one of the great early hopes of
Creation Records. Alan McGee pinned a lot of early hopes onto Astor as some kind of boy wonder prodigy songwriter in the Roddy Frame vein. Astor never really realised his early promise as he might have done and you need to look no further than The Loft's recordings to work out why. He should have stuck with them, patched up whatever the reasons were for their sudden and abrupt split, (enacted at Hammersmith Palais of all places, in an onstage support slot with The Colourfield), and perhaps he might have gone somewhere towards fulfilling it.


We'll never know. All of that stuff is thirty five years or so down the line now and what we've got essentially is this. 
Ghosts Trains & Country Lanes, a comprehensive complilation of their short career which at once pinpoints how much better they were than The Weather Prophets and what they might have achieved had they hung around for a bit longer.



The Loft never got round to releasing an album during their short time together. More's the pity, listening to this. It would have been very good, judging by the songs on display here. They have something that The Weather Prophets never had I'd say. A brittleness. A tension. A genuine reach and scope. While predicated by the same basic aproach. Guitar, bass, drums, the players here add something specific I'd say. They are a genuine band rather than Pete Astor and his supporting players. The songs sound more alive than almost everything The Weather Prophets ever recorded.


Plenty of good songs here that with proper production could have been knocked into a fine debut album in 1985 on Creation had stayed the course. Winter, Your Door Shines Like Gold, Model Village, Rickety Frame, Mad Old Woman Man Old Man are all sturdy, well constructed songs that would have stayed the course better than many of what ended up on Mayflower, the Weather Prophets' debut which sounds wet and limp by comparison.


Ghosts Trains & Country Lanes also contains two of the three songs that Astor is best known for (Almost Prayed, The Weather Prophets debut ingle and best song, being the third). The two Loft sngles. Why Does The Rain, which has Astor pondering on both the rain and the morning train and why people bother to catch it. Also Up The Hill and Down the Slope which seemes to concern itself with ambition for an alternative path, a musical career ambition mainly. Both songs are underpinned by a musical framework that seems to draw mostly on three primary influences; The Byrds, Television and Orange Juice. In addition, poetry and books. Astor is certainly a bookish type and here and on the other songs he's more lyrically engaged than he often seemed to be during his period at the helm with The Weather Prophets. The friction, which the other three players, Bill Prince, Andy Strickland and Dave Morgan keep the songs taught and alive. It's a shame these clutch of poised. literate and tense songs were never released within a conventional album context.


 Much else on this, a double, which collects pretty much everything the band ever recorded, session and poorly recorded live tracks, are merely curios for completists. But the rest stands as testament to the band The Loft might have been had they kept their tempers which got fraught in their early youth, at bay and regrouped.


Strum & Thrum : The American Jangle Underground 1983-1987 # 9 Three Hits

 


From Raleigh, North Carolina. R.E.M Hib-Tone labelmates for a while. Featuring Michael Kurtz who co-founded Record Store Day.



This is Uncool - The 500 Greatest Singles Since Punk & Disco # 266 LL Cool J

 


'                                              Alien noise from some parched and hostile terrain.'




Song(s) of the Day # 2,651 Tronco


 Charming. Perhaps a one word review would suffice in this respect but this record certainly deserves to have more written about it. Songs sung, or perhaps better described as' harmonised', in Spanish by male and female vocalists called Fermi and Conxita and some of their friends. Gentle, strummed acoustic accompaniment. A Spanish band called Tronco. An album called Nainoia.


These sound like lullabies or candidates for the Hispanic remake of Juno. They also sound like the cutest, sweetest set of songs I've heard so far this year.


Tronco are on Elefant Records. This might give you some inkling as to where they're coming from. This is an indie sensibility but its one that prioritises fun and banishes earnestness. I'm more than happy to go along with that.


There's nothing demanding about this record but I'm not one to bow to the maxim that pain necessarily means gain. This isn't actually as easy to do as it sounds. Tronco do it very well.


Each song on here is light as a feather. Or light as a souffle. Or whatever your metaphor of choice for lightness might be. Trunco are fleet of foot and deft of touch. They take you back to childhood for forty minutes. For forty winks if you will. They remind you that we must never ever lose touch with our own childhoods and what it felt like to be lost in that limitless experience.


So all bound for morningtown, many miles away. Tronco gave me one of the most magical musical rides I expect to experience in this year, in fact in many years. It's an album I'll listen to many, many times over the coming months. A safe and wonderful place.



Tuesday, April 27, 2021

Covers # 160 Marie Laforet

 


Always needed a bit of French this song.

Tracy Thorn - My Rock 'n' Roll Friend



The third act of the Go Betweens long journey is certainly throwing up some interesting and surprising insights and revelations. For a band that never came up with so much as a hit single or charting album during their years as an active, touring and recording band, they're certainly making their mark now, and not only on the margins of proceedings where they previously operated. But oddly towards the mainstream. Or at least the middle aged, Radio 4 listenership mainstream.

The emerging insights and revelations shed new light not only of the main players of the Go Betweens drama, essentially Robert Forster, Grant McLennan, Lindy Morrison and Amanda Brown, but also on those who latched onto them at the time and followed their journey thereafter. Bookish, sensitive types mostly. I'd say we can all learn something about ourselves from Thorn's book. It's never too late to reflect and make realisations about the person you were in your late teens and twenties. About the way that others saw you and why they saw you that way. It's a good idea to try to I'd say. The Go Betweens, more than any band I can think of, act as a useful rule measure for this process. Particularly for the likes of me who came of age myself as they were recording and releasing their landmark statements.

Devotees of the band like myself, are truly blessed these days. Since the still painful death of McLennan in 2007 we've seen unprecedent post band activity, most of it instigated by Grant's writing companion and supportive adversary Robert Forster. We've had a memoir, Grant & I, one of the best books of these kinds I've read, a couple of deeply comprehensive box sets, a documentary and wonderfully a bridge in their hometown Brisbane bearing their name. All, (apart from the latter),  to greater or lesser degrees pushing the Forster perspective of things, largely fuelled I'd say not by overbearing ego, but a burning need to do McLennan and his talent justice. Probably also to foreground themselves as the main players in the band.

Now we have My Rock 'n'Roll Friend, Tracey Thorn's recently released counter-memoir, of her friendship with Lindsay Morrison, at once a co-collaborator, a musician, a muse, a foil and an antagonist within the Go Betweens pot. A woman often described as 'difficult' because of how her inherent strength of personality drew attention to some basic contradictions implicit in the way that both Forster and McLennan wished to project themselves throughout their careers. As feminists, and men who loved and respected women primarily. But ones who also wanted to be stars. And also ultimately to take the lion's share of the credit for the band's particular artistic achievement.

First and foremost it has to be said that Thorn has done a wonderful job. My Rock 'n'Roll Friend is an incredibly accomplished and realised book. It makes you think and wonder and feel gratitude for her endeavours and thoughfulness on virtually every page. It's not necessarily an easy read, particularly for anybody who has invested anything in this very special band over the years. I actually found it a rather painful experience in many ways, it touched upon many issues and memories that still genuinely hurt in some respects. But that doesn't lessen for one moment how highly I'd recommend it. Life is not only about the happy things and we're all kind of behest not to ignore and forget that basic truth.

Thorn is not afraid of the pain.She sticks to her task with incredible precision and fortitude. But what exactly is that task?To do justice to Lindy Morrison to a large degree. To re-address the balance, to set the record straight. The Go Betweens story is not merely that of Forster and McLennan, Morrison particularly deserves her due, without her they wouldn't and couldn't have existed. And by telling their tale, to shed light in some ways on a greater issue. On who gets left out of the script when the story finally gets told. And why that happens. And why it shouldn't.

This book certainly does Morrison justice. She speaks loud and proud in every chapter and comes across as a person every bit as layered and fascinating as either Forster or McLennan. She was a great musician too as Thorn makes a point of underlining. How often her endeavours brought Forster and McLennan's songs together. Made them speak in a way that they never spoke on the solo albums the two made after the bands initial split. And how when The Go Bewteens did reform in the 2000s, without her, (or Brown for that matter), they never sounded quite like they had done in the their initial incarnation.

It's definitely worth excusing Forster and McLennan for slight indiscretions along the way. They did write these fabulous songs after all. They realised their ambition. In terms of product if not in sales..All of the great artistic musical statements ever made were first instigated with the intention of being hung up on a wall after all. All of them. Is there any counter argument to that. It Starts With a Birthstone confines itself for the most part to records that conform to that objective. Art statements of various kinds. So you have Television and Marquee Moon. Patti Smith and her associates and Horses. Marvin Gaye, his crew, and What's Going On. Pretty much everything Miles Davis ever recorded. Bowie.

Of course you need Whigfield, and Simply Red. Even Rednex I suppose. But for the most part I can't be bothered with all that stuff. Because pretty much from the moment I started getting into these things, I've wanted something more from music. Something that moves me, makes me change, makes me grow. Something that's actually about the astonishing world all around me. Go Betweens have become personal titans of mine in this respect. My Rock 'n' Roll Friend is a wonderful addition to their legacy.

Song(s) of the Day # 2,650 El Michels Affair

 


Travel of the oddest but most tangible kind does strangely seem available to us in 2021. Virtual travel seemingly across both time and space. Certainly in terms of music. In all probability this will involve Spotify. There's plenty to disapprove of with Spotify of course, but it is at least it is and if you use it judiciously it can lead you to the most extraordinary listening experiences.


Like this for example. The kind of sleeve that would probably lead you to take it out for a closer look when skimming through racks in a shop for a closer look. But then probably put it back where you picked it out from rather than risking a purchase you'd regret. In this case you'd probably be making a mistake. Because this is an album well worth buying. 



I've listened to this record quite a lot in the last few weeks. I read it as I made my way through The Confedaracy of Dunces for my Book Club this Tuesday, (virtual of course). It made a perfect soundtrack. Not distracting but complementary, its nooks and crannies every bit as strange and peculiar as the book I was reading.


El Michels Affair are an American cinematic soul group. Amazing, you can get any genre you could possibly wish for these days.They've been making records for many years and Yeti Season is their latest. Ot takes you to quite wonderful places.



Monday, April 26, 2021

Songs Heard on the Radio # 401 Michael Gibbs

 


Quite a nice sensation just to drift off to sleep with a good music radio programee playing along in the background. Gideo Coe consistently reliable in this respect.




Dinosaur Jr. - Sweep It Into Space

 


Dinosaur Jr. are back. This seems like a strange thing to say. Have they ever been away? There have been plenty of long gaps in their back catalogue and in terms of their status as a band since they started up in Amherst, Massachussetts, way back in 1984. But at the same time they seem to have been here in some strange way ever since then. Part of the Rock and Roll furniture.


I'd say only Teenage Fanclub of their basic generation, (and TF are actually quite a bit younger as a band), can say anything like the same thing. Both bands seem like essential touchstones and verities. Like rocks, streams and trees somehow. Teenage Fanclub  have a new album out in a week which I'm pretty much sure I'll like. But I'll let you know then, because in this post I'm going to tell you that I like Dinosaur Jr.'s new one, Sweep It Into Space.


It sounds like a Dinosaur Jr. record. From start to finish there are no real surprises but in this case, that's a good thing. There is nothing on here that you haven't heard on a Dinosaur Jr record before. Many, many times frankly. But that is not a criticism in this case as it might be for many bands. Dinosaur Jr. came upon a very fine sound relatively early in their career. There was some variety and development on their early albums but they came upon the sound they were heading to in round about 1993 I'd say with the release of Where You Been in 1993. And they've pretty much stayed there ever since.As they say, 'If it ain't broke...'


That's fine by me.Sweep It Into Space is a record that does all of the things that any Dinosaur Jr. would want a record to do. It's made up of consistently solid songs. J Mascis sounds his wonderful self and Lou and Murph seem entirely onboard. There are solos when you need solos, there are tunes that easily might have been on Where You Been. There is nothing that really surprises you except how good this is.


Where this stands in terms of the best records of 2021 is a difficult one. It's a very, very good Dinosur Jr. record so I guess that means pretty highly. Delayed for a while because of Covid but it's here now nd many people will like it with good reason. I like it too and commend it to you.


Song of the Day # 2,649 Raised On TV

 


Wistful San Fernando Valley Grandaddy-isms.

Fog Lake - Tragedy Reel

 


One I've been waiting for, for a couple of months and it hasn't let me down. Fog Lake, essentially an outfit put together to present the vision and songwriting of Aaron Powell, first captured my attention with their wonderful album Captain back in 2017. They're back with another Tragedy Reel, and it refines and adds fresh brushstrokes and nuance to things they've already done.


The thing that needs to be understood first of all,  about Powell is that he hails from Glovertown, Newfoundland. An outpost of the civilised world that I'm sure has much going for it, but is certainly shrouded in arctic weather and limited daylight for much of the year. These conditions might incline a man to be in need of a good drink on occasion and certainly inclined to self-reflection and potentially painful introversion on others.


Once you know this, Tragedy Reel makes perfect sense. It's a shrouded record, that makes you feel like you're staring out of the window in the front of a bar, onto a bleak icy main street dreading the prospect of the trudge back home in darkness. This isn't the cheeriest album you'll hear this year, but it does offer some basic and fundamental consolation. At least you feel like you're on the inside looking out. Added to the fact that it's a damned fine record.


Powell is an experienced and able songsmith by now. This album finds him forging steadily fowrard within the remits that he has laid out for himself. You wonder at what the lyrical concerns of the record might be. Powell is not particularly helpful in this respect. For the most part his vocals are muffled, like he's nestling his mouth in the top of his sweater in refuge from the cold. Somehow, he manages to get his point across anyhow.

If there's an evident central musical influence on Fog Lake, I'd plump for Elliot Smith. Powell has something of Elliot's pain about him but also I'm pleased to report his considerable gift for melody too. One to consider re-reading Shipping News or watching that last episode of Breaking Bad again to or even dust off your copy of The Trinity Session and give it one more spin. Fog Lake triumph here making a potentially chilling experience a very warm and pleasurable one indeed. One of my favourite albums of 2021 thus far.



Albums of the Year 1978

 Music is well and truly back after the injection that 1977 gave. Some really fabulous albums came out in '78. Here's the Best Ever Albums list:

1. Bruce Springsteen - Darkness On The Edge Of Town

2. The Cars - The Cars

3. Blondie - Parallel Lines

4. Elvis Costello - This Year's Model

5. Van Halen - Van Halen

6. Kraftwerk - The Man-Machine

7. The Rolling Stones - Some Girls

8. Talking Heads - More Songs About Buildings And Food

9. Kate Bush - The Kick Inside

10. Steve Reich - Music For 18 Musicians

And my own, from records I own. I realised that from not being able to compile a list of ten in 1976, '78 had so many personal riches that I wanted to list 25. Probably the year where my personal musical consciousness began. Wonderful stuff. This will continue for the next few years.

1.  Blondie - Parallel Lines


2. Pere Ubu - The Modern Dance


3. Bruce Springsteen - Darkness On The Edge Of Town


4. Magazine - Real Life


5. Kraftwerk - The Man-Machine



6. Elvis Costello - This Year's Model



7. Big Star - Third


8. Wire - Chairs Missing


9. Television - Adventure


10. Tom Waits - Blue Valentine


11. Kate Bush - The Kick Inside


12. Talking Heads - More Songs About Buildings And Food


13. The Clash - Give 'Em Enough Rope


14. Buzzcocks - Love Bites


15. Peter Gabriel - Peter Gabriel II


16. The Stranglers - Black & White



17. Blondie - Plastic Letters


18. Patti Smith Group - Easter


19. . Neil Young - Comes a Time


20. XTC - White Music


21. The Cars - The Cars


22. Buzzcocks - Another Music In a Different Kitchen


23. Rezillos - Can't Stand The Rezillos


24. The Police - Outlandos D'Amour


25. Lene Lovich - Stateless



Jon Savage's 1972 - 1976 All Our Times Have Come # 34 Pere Ubu - Final Solution

 


Definitely an all time favourite of mine. Not least for an absoloutely searing guitar solo from the soon to be late Petere Laughner.








Song(s) of the Day # 2,648 Fake Fruit

 


Post-Punk seems to be absolutely everywhere nowadays. For something that in its first incarnation seemed genuinely abrasive, threatening and on the outside of things, (it certainly very rarely made the actual charts), it now comes across as part of the furniture of Rock and Roll, a set of tropes available to all that can be revisited and rehashed seemingly indefinitely. 


This is not necessarily a bad thing. Plenty of wonderful bands have dabbled with this basic toolkit with wonderful results in recent years. Protomartyr, Total Control, Fontaines D.C, Goat Girl and my most recent discoveries Fievel is Glauque, come immediately to mind. But there is also plenty of stuff that seems to be going through the motions to me and barely adding to the conversation. I won't name guilty parties.

So now we have Oakland Fake Fruit's eponymous debut and it's plainly apparent from its opening jagged chords that its anothe Post Punk record and  very good one. Rather like Courtney Barnett deciding she prefers Pylon to The Velvet Underground.Eleven well scrubbed but highly likeable tunes. Angular, melodic and occasional confrontational, but still a record you could probably take home and play to your mother, particular if she was into the original bands first time round.


In Swing and Miss Fake Fruit seem to have a go at one of the most wonderful riffs and moments in of all The Who's I Can't Explain. It's a reminder that even Post Punk itself didn't come entirely out of a void, even if it tried to come across and often felt like it did immediately. This is a band with a genuinely affecting pop sensibility, even if it's nominally coming in from the margins. It's rather different to say exactly what the margins are these days.Perhaps it doesn't really matter. 


This is a highly infectious album. It definitely feels like one I'll want to come back to lots over the coming months, which is more than I can say for example for the recent Dry Cleaning album which garnered so much, (I would say unwarranted attention). Fake Fruit doesn't really push originality or innovation envelopes, but it's bright and shiny and very more-ish. That's more than good enough for me.