'four insolent looking post teens. a cache of monosyllabic song title and just over half an hour's worth of stripped down rock 'n' roll.'
'To boldly go where no blog has gone before....
'four insolent looking post teens. a cache of monosyllabic song title and just over half an hour's worth of stripped down rock 'n' roll.'
In some ways I must be like an elephant. I never seem to forget. Memory is one of the primary driving factors that inspire me to and keep me writing this blog. It's an incredibly interesting thing to me memory. I used to have a byline on the top of this page from Nick Cave; 'memory is what we are. Your very soul and your reason to believe are tied up in memory.' I've taken it down now but I still stand by the principle.
XTC's Black Sea was one of the first albums I bought.. I still have and still play it, the memory factor being a contributing driver. It's also just a wonderful record. Over the years since I've bought most of the band's early albums. Including Drums & Wires their third. This came out in 1979 when I was 14 and it was the record when they first came to my attention. They were quirky and oddball, but becoming poppy and approachable. They were getting the tunes. Beefheart and Zappa down in the mix. Beatles and Kinks up.
Making Plans For Nigel was their breakthrough single. It was everywhere for months and my schoolmates were starting to notice them. Just as I was. 'I like that Ecstasy' I said at one point. This innocent comment in a class one day was greeted by a cruel snigger from a classmate who I grew to dislike and others who I went to school with have expressed their disdain for since.
Snide, unkind sort. A refugee from the Lord of the Flies pack of hunters. Roger, who levers the rock onto Piggy at the end of the novel. This guy's since become an artist of some repute but I'll not publish his name here. It's all a long, long time ago. But like I say I don't forget.
As for Drums & Wires, it marks a transitional phase for the band;I'm listening to it now. Off hand and arty but moving towards the sleeker pop sound that they realised so well with Black Sea. Not quite there yet, the primary instinct is still angular but they're ironing out some crumples. There's also clearly a competitive dynamic building. A twin attack. Partridge and Moulding.
Twin attacks were the order of the day in British football in the Seventies. Latchford and Francis. McDonald and Tudor. Keegan and Toshack. There was also another contributing twin attack behind the mixing desk with producer Steve Lillywhite and engineer Hugh Padgham. Frankly the record sounds incredible. There's a definite Dub quality to proceedings which is haunting. Extraordinary.
Drums & Wires saw XTC cut in from the wing like Trevor Francis hurdling the legs of the last defender and zeroing in on goal with a minute to play. Brushing hemselves down in readiness for Top of The Pops and Magazine covers.
Keyboardist in Dexys MK 2 & 3. Outlines the regulations and the demand to be totally committed and to sign up for the whole Dexys intense experience. He has no regrets.
Sometimes it makes sense to listen to the drummer's album. Dennis Wilson. Beach Boys heart throb Friend of laughing Charlie Manson. Almost a character out of the Big Lebowski. The Dude's Surfer Cousin.
Pacific Ocean Blue is some record. Before Dennis took his fateful late night swim and sank to the ocean bed. A fitting way for the man to go. This is a companion piece to the great Beach Boy records. It might as well be a Beach Boy record.
They had fun, fun, fun, and then it wasn't so much fun anymore. The beer and drugs settled in their bellies. It became heavier, and wistful. But the sun kept coming up. And the waves kept rolling in. Lapping against the boats prow.
I've sold my copy of Loveless. I realised it had always made me feel sick and I wouldn't miss it . I have no plans to sell my copy of - Isn't Anything. That was a gamechanger when it was needed. That's what it felt like at the time. I went to see the band at round about this time wuth a good friend. It was a special experience, not quite like any gig I've been to before or since, You felt like you were in a sea of blissed out noise.I've seen them since. But it's a great and enduring feeling seeing a band at the time when you know they should be seen.
Jeffrey Lewis, New York's Anti Folk Poet rolls on with The Even More Free Wheelin Jeffrey Lewis another referential and sly album of stream of consciousness strum.
It's comforting listening. The comparisons with Dylan are forwarded by the artist himself with the cover and elsehwere. He is happy to see himself in a line , a tradition. Let's face it we all are. This is rather a nice way to kick off my Thursday morning,
I have the Best of The Four Tops on my record player. It's half past seven in the morning. I suspect I'll keep listening to it until nine o'clock when I have a lesson. I might just keep listening to it. I'll do what I want to. The one thing I have at the moment is time.
Every good record collection is made up of Greatest Hits. Best Ofs. Compilations. I find music comparisons and lists of music increasingly spurious although I'm obliged to fall back on them and find myself using the language I'm trying to get away from myself unwittingly. I like writing. We all need basic organising principles or the world would fall apart. My fridge would decombust and I would have no milk to pour on my corn flakes.
But increasingly I despair of the human need to do this. It's the competitive urge I'd say and very much a male thing. I much prefer talking to women than men about music these days.Would you want to compare The Four Tops, The Temptations or The Miracles? Or compare them to The Supremes or The Vandellas. What would be the point. Why not just listen to music without turning to these ridiculous kneejerk comparisons. Try listening with your ears. It's fun.
So to expand the argument, why compare Tom Waits and The Smiths. .Chart positions are an interesting thing to think about but ultimately it's the song you return to. Golden Brown reached Number Two but it sounds like a Number One to me. Vienna reached Number Two as well. I didn't buy it. It means nothing to me.
The Four Tops is still spinning. We're still on Side One. This band was on Motown but I have the K-Tel Best Of. I also have a Motown Best Of. It has a better cover but this has more songs. Which one would you play? A great book could be written about the emotions and the cultural experience that these songs concern themselves with.. The struggle. The strife. The love. The quest. A good start to the day.
I just had a rather golden forty five minutes with this album. My work was done by lunchtime and the day was mine. I've just reconnected with someone who is incredibly important to me and my life has taken.on a magical quality It's a glorious day in Newcastle. I'm feeling. happy and calm. It almost feels as if my heart is filling like a tank of an engine being pumped with warm blood
So I've put on one of the series of exclusively for my friends the set of album recorded by The Oscar Peterson Trio, thrown open the windows of my flat to allow the thin and balmy air to fill my flat and the music is filling my senses.
Recorded between 1963 and 1968 these records are inspired exercises in time and space. They communicate a sense of stillness and calm that I can't derive from anything else and allow the listener to connect to the moment in an indescribably rich and consuming manner. Surely the whole purpose of being alive. .
It's difficult to distance music appreciation from personal experience.That's inevutably what we wrap oir tastes and judgements aroind. It's virtually impossible to disentangle perseptions and associations and why would we even want to. Suzanne Vega reminds me of a girlfriend I went through university with who really liked Marlene on the Wall when we started going out and so I have an association of her and that song in particular. which is related unextricably to the time when we were falling in love. I love that first album still.I could make a reasonable argument as to why I rate it but to what degree is my appreciation related to rose tinted spectacles of an incredibly special moment in my life ?
We went to see Vega when she played the university we were at in the second year. It's a slightly darker memory for a number of reasons. Vega was touring her second album Solitude Standing and it wasn't a particularly memorable gig or pleasant evening for reasons I won't trouble you with.. As a result I find it difficult to play the second album now without my memory banks clouding the experience although there's nothing wrong with Solitude Standing. But I just can't view it objectively. It has bad associations so I'd rather play the first.
Never mind all that. Suzanne's back and she has new ware to flog Flying With Angels. .It's her tenth album and by now you know pretty much what it's going to sound like. She found her groove right from the off and has stuck to her path. She was once a waif like poetic sould with a bit of an edge who made you want to move to Greenwich Village and find a similar type to move into a loft with.
She's still a craftswoman, an artisan. Some songs here work better than others. When she starts to rock out on Witch I felt she could rein it in a little, At times the rhymes are slightly glib. The songs where she appreciates the moment and goes in with the surgeon's knife there are some gentle affecting flashes of inspiration,, Chambermaid was a particularly affecting twist on Dylan's I Want You, Last Train From Mariupol is an indication that romance will never be dead. I had a nice forty minutes with this last nighr. It's an accomplished and dignified record worthy of her name, Her name is Suzanne...
The youngest of the early Dexys, their drummer, and the last man recruited. Formed a tight rhythm section and firm lifelong friendship with Pete Williams Since Dexys he's kepy moving forward and worked with General Public, Sting , Aretha and decamped to Fresno, California. 'I appreciate what the gods of Rock & Roll have given me.'
'There's no proof that Woodstick ever, hppened in the first place!'
What can you get for twelve quid these days. Well you could get a sealed copy of Cooler Runners, Kiwi Jr's carefree and ebullient and inspired 2021. It Start's With a Birthstone's 55th favourite album of that year Pop Pickers. I'm kind of surprised I found 54 records I preffered. Back in the day Pavement had starlings of the slipstream. Now they'll find Kiwi Jr. coming up on the rails.
This is a joy. People don't realise. What it felt like to hear these songs as they came out. But listening to this as I prepare for my working day I realise that these are among the most quotable and enduring sing along anthems of my entire life. The insecurities and dark but reilient recesses of the human imagination.The human soul. Frailty and resolve. Self pity sure. But self pity as armour. Pride.Oh and they're funny ! The Smiths changed the game. As with Bowie, their influence and effect was indelible.Argue about their best record if you really need to. But lusten to them all.
London quintet pencil's six track EP Bohemian Clutter's is conclusive evidence if it is needed that forming a band is one of the most creative and attractive options available to youth, Purely and simply because it offers you a blank canvas to create your own universe. Few respond to the challenge as compellingly as they do here.
Labels are fatuous. Imagine is the key factor. This reminded me of Tapir ! who are covering similar territory. There is a freshness and youthful vigour that brought to mind the Go Betweens and the ground they covered in the early Eighties. There's lead in these pencils.
Keyboardist who replaced Pete Saunders when he left Dexy's to go to university. Not lacking in confidence. Leek worked with George Martin and had a Number One in Lebanon. Also sadly conducted Parkinsons.
Last night I came in from long day in the hit sun and listened to Suede's Suede before having my supper and turning in. Today I find myself enjoying Shepherd's Bush' finest The Passions Michael & Miranda . I must be having a funny turn.
Suede and The Passions are not disimilar in terms of sensibility and temperament. Gothy, highly wrought ashen types who had too much to dream last night and want to tell the world about it . I imagine the members of both wrote feverish poetry while they shoud have been contributing to Literature or History seminars at sixth form college.
Michael & Miranda is a neglected classic of New Wave Cold War angst. Angular, jerky Alternative Pop that made me feel like I was eighteen again just now.
The first record I reviewed when I started this blog back in 2013 wben I began this journey unto the unknown.
'For the best part of the last century, Albania was isolated in a brutal communist dictatorship. When Communism fell in 1990 people started to discover the country's unique iso-polyphonic style of folk mysuc, saze. One of these people happened to be legendary producer Joe Boyd who in 2016 assembled Saz'iso a saze sypergroup of virtuoso musicians and singers. Recorded in three days at the Marybi Film Academy in Turana, their albim, At Least Wave Your Handkerchief at me, is a work that is haunting, ancient, otherorldly and yet so human.
Going beyond kanguage, the music captures a universal understanding of joy and sorrow, love and loss, heroism and tragedy with an extraordinary mix of drones, polyphonic harmonies, and traditional instruments, such as the fuell brezi - an Albanian shepherd's flute. Masterfully produced and recorded, this is a beautiful preservation and celebration of Albanian folk music.'
Melanie Xulu Idler
'Half an hour from the county fair and the rain came pouring down...'
I know some who prefer Moondance to Astral Weeks. Fair enough. It's pretty immaculate. Pop compression in contrast wide eyed cosmic dreaming. Van sounds content. Poetry in the charts. Rare.
Saill town America dreaming. The Mountain Goats have adhered to their mission statement. This is from near the beginning of their journey in 2002. Punch the air or at least clench your fist stuff. Springsteen for Indie kids.
Along with Geoff and Jimmy, the third part of Dexys lead instrument. The brass section. More the willing amateur than the other two pros. Spooner tells the story about the intensity of the gang. The eight months of rehearsal. Early gigs supported by UB40 and Joy Division.
He eventially relocates to Cornwall, steady employment, homelesssness, then management and fatherhood. Also a reunion with Post Millennium Dexys. And Geoff Blythe his old foil.
I like a bit of Cure. This one came at the time I'd drifted away from that sound and mood but I've found myself drifting back over the years . There's something magnificent,,monumental about Robert Smith's vision.
Canadians Preoccupations kicked off in 2015 as Viet Cong. A name change was deemed sensible, so as not to offend the sensibilities of of the politically sensitive / controlling. Almost a decade later on they're back with a new album Ill at Ease and it covers a lot of ground.
Post Punk is a term that comes to mind. It's been an unavoidable catch all umbrella term for too long now. Preoccupations have a Pop sensibility as much as a Rock one and this vacillate between Joy Division and OMD at times. Intensity is nothing to be scared if it seems.
I'm not sure how often I'll listen to this. Last iught as I listened as the sun set I felt it lacked some of the rigour of the likes of Protomartyr , Big Thief or Ought, but it's a polished sound which will appeal to young professional couples opting for a night in and some quality time over a bottle of wine and the latest HBO binge fest. There's much here that glistens. Give it time. Towards the close I found it began to glow..
The history book on the shelf. Is always being rewritten by the winners. Or something like that. 1975 is now generally viewed as the calm before the storm. The righteous fire of Punk. But I lived through that year. My parents moved down with the five of us from Nottingham to Richmond and we began to think of ourselves as Londoners.
It feels an innocent world looking back. But it's important to be real with yourselves. The world was never innocent. Cherry Red Records as so often to the rescue. Back to a half remembered world for me. A 3CD compilation. We listened to Radio Two much more than we did to Radio One.
We start with Bad Company. And the truth's in the name. This would have gone down well with the kids in Dazed & Confused. But youth is sometimes wasted on the young.
Some of the mist interesting artists are throwback ones. Those who go back to the source. Skip the Sixties and tap into the Roots of Rock & Roll. Where the air seems clean and the vibe fresh. John Fogerty, Bruce Springsteen, Lou Reed. Jonathan Richman. Space allowed between tracks so Jonathan can extemporise beat poetry about peanut butter and ice cream men. A reminder of essence.
Roots Reggae was a fundamental part of my musical up bringing. A fundamentsl part of the musical fabric of the UK in the seventies and eighties. Bob Marley & The Wailers of course. Black Uhuru. Steel Pulse. Althea & Donna. Lee Perry. Toots & The Maytals. Misty In Roots.
Over the course of my lifetime I've probably seen Misty more than any other band. Starting in a hastily constructed wooden shed in St Margarets in my college days which I remember chiefly for the throb of the bass, the atmosphere of genial blissed good will of the place, the graceless sack of potatoes dancing of one of the schoolmates I went with.
Misty's -Live At The Eurovision 1979 was championed by John Peel ceaselessly and is generallyheld up as the record you need to hear to understand where they're coming from. They're utterly uncompromising. Biblical. Old Testament in their severity and dread. Judgement is coming. In the meantime.
I was told recently. By an excellent friend I have known since I was 15 that I have an excellent memory. He put it in stronger terms than that but as he probably has the worst memory of anybody I've ever known in my entire life, So I won't take the compliment terribly seriously and allow it to go to my head.
But my memory is pretty good. I have no idea why that is but I've discovered it's pretty remarkable. It can take me to places. So I might as well try to make the most of it. here. One emotion I can access and unpack relatively easily is the act of coveting something. In a shop window or a market stall. Should I buy it? I've decided with time that I should. Because otherwise it will nag at me until I do. . .
This isn't an emotion I feel about anything but records really. I'm lucky in that respect. I have an itch I can scratch. I don't yearn for sports cars or country houses or Rolex watches or designer label clothing or settees to impress the neighbours. I'm relatively content and so can live within my means.
Dortmund, Germany. 1993 I'm working as a freelance job as an EFL teacher at a school just off the Westenhellweg a long thoroughfare that bisects the city centre a five minute vertical stroll from the main train station. I'm looking at the cover of Blur's second album Modern Life Is Rubbish . It's got an old school image of a steam train on it. That will do me. I want it!
My governing emotion? I'm coveting it. I get the sense that Blur are getting interesting. Establishing an identity after starting off a couple of years earlier as mouthy but melodic chancers from Colchester, attaching themselves to any scene going. Shoegazing, Madchester, Whatever, if there are drinks and cheap drugs on the rider.
Anyway. I don't buy it. I should have. I own a vinyl copy now. I respect the coveting emotion these days. But back then vinyl copies had to be hauled around. I still bought records occasionally Parklife, Suede. Gram Parsons Siamese Dream. But the clock was ticking on me as with the rest of humanity in the early Nineties. . Vinyl is closing. CDs the practical but emotionally void corporate vacuum is here. For another decade and half. Until the world sees sense.
Modern Life Is Rubbish today is probably best understood by seeing it as Blur planting a flag. Marking out the territory. That Blur were still contenders. Parklife would be their moment. Where they wedded themselves to their artistic destiny and birth rights. Paid off the mortgage to the House in the Country. Before Damon and Graham guided them back to where they should be heading. Sounding a bit like Pavement and reheated Grunge meets Bowie.
Modern Life Is Rubbish isn't rubbish. It's pretty good. It ticks off the Damon / Justine plan for world domination. There are no end of lifts, stroke steals from XTC, Teardrop Explodes, Wire, Specials, Gang of Four et al. Then it tails off perilously towards the end. A couple of tracks could be pruned and wouldn't really be missed.. All of the band's signature elements are present and correct. Oi Oi Knees up Mather Bran. Next stop enormodome arenas.
Tenor Sax of the Young Siul Rebels. Learned his chops with the Geno Washington Band. The guiding musical spirit of the early Dexys horn section. Decamped with most of the band after the album was released to form The Bureay. Then spent decades as a jobbing musician in New York. Now retured to Cornwall and composing but still gets his sax out occasionally.
I listened to a Sonic Youth record yesterday and it reminded me how deftly they can crack open the visible and the unknown worlds and venture into unknown territory. So Daydream Nation this morning, An exhortation of spirit desire. Literary, dissonant, urban and desperate. Desperate at all moments to be cutting edge. And often hitting direct bullseyes. They tune their guitars to the sound of the New York Metro ! Sometimes it can be slightly irritating how hard they try.
I don't play this record very often but this morning I put it on at quarter to five and found it immediately compelling and stayed for the full four side trip. Sometimes, in fact always these days, this is what I tend to do with records. Listen through them in their entirity, as they were intended.
Like much of the best music, they don't spell much out for you, sometimes not at all, but there's so much here. This is an invitaion into mystery and experience. A beckoning figure drawing you first into the darkness, to the edge of the abyss and then leading you back, slowly towards the light, They make you want to find out more. And they Rock relentlessly.
If You Asked For a Picture, Blondshells' second album. Dreamy 90s Indebted Art-Rock. Sabrina Teitlebaum interrogates mid -20's heartache and complex family relatuisnhips with bluntness and guarded optimism.'
Well that's Pitchdfork's label on Blondshell's tin for you. But what do those guys know. It's a gently yearning carefully crafted album that diesn't demand much from the listen and repays unvestment as we head into the weekend.
Sonic Youth are a band that established an attitude, approach and sound early, reached their own summits in the mid eighties and maintined them to the start if the Nineties, continuing to put out excellent records thereafter until the painful split between Thurston Moore and Kim Gordon demanded that the band went their seoarate ways too .
Washing Machine is an album from 1996 with plenty of the bands characteristic vim. They never lack drive, fire or inspiration. Some of the dark romance of the great Sixties girl groups clicks in on Little Trouble Girl. At their sharpest they could jump between worlds. The known and unknown. They had a sense of the uncanny that wasaand is still rare.
Keyboardist in the initial line up. Spent his late teenage years in Dexys before opting for a Literature degree at UEA.He was a bit of an odd one out from his totally committed and combative bandmates. He did some time in The Damned. Who were sexm drugs and Rock & Roll by comparison to the driven and abstinent Dexys. He ;ools nack on his time in the band as on the road with' eight sociopaths'