This tune has been going through my head for a couple of days and so last night I dug it out put it on, too loud and guess what it's as good as it was back in 1996. I know it has been posted on several occasions but I'm going to post it again. It is perfect for this strange weather we are having in Scotland.
Busy weekend ahead, what with the Wedding Present tonight and the Afghan Whigs tomorrow both of which I am really looking forward to.
I'm sure that everybody remembers their first gig. My most vivid memories of up until that point the most important night in my life, Motorhead at the Glasgow Apollo 18-03-1982, are the smell, a mixture of extremely honking b.o. and equally as gantin' patchouli oil and how loud it was, the next day at school I learnt absolutely nothing as my ears were still ringing and I remember being scared that my hearing would never recover.
The reason I bring this up is that tomorrow night Max will attend his first concert proper. When he was 8 months old he was present when Camera Obscura and Belle and Sebastian amongst others were part of the School's Out event in the Botanic Gardens in Glasgow. Later when he was 8 years old we went to the Latitude festival where he was impressed by Edwyn Collins, Wanda Jackson and Mark Lanegan, however his highlight was the Vaccines. But the Wedding Present at the ABC Glasgow will be the first real gig in a true concert venue. He is really looking forward to it, I can tell but being a teenager he is doing his best to look like he's not bothered.
The Wedding Present will be performing the George Best album in full which is not one of Max's favourites, he's more a Bizarro and Take Fountain kind of guy but I'm sure that he will get a new found appreciation for the album after hearing it in the live setting. I am also hoping that Gedge will do his usual mingling with the crowd before and after the band performs and then Max can eventually meet the man he calls David and who has previously signed two t-shirts for him and those lyrics especially Kennedy are imprinted in his memory. As you would expect Leo is kind of pissed off that he can't go.
I think that we all need to listen to the words of the Reverend a bit more closely. Sadly, there will always be some fuckwits that don't get it, but that doesn't mean the rest of us have to stop trying.
There is an old joke - how many soul fans does it take to change a lightbulb?
One to change it and four hundred to scream, it's not as good as the original.
Well in the case of today's track the opposite is true for me, in that the original is ok but the cover version is just so much better.
Superman by Clique was released in 1969 and has that kind of psychedelic pop sound and if it hadn't been for the later REM version I would probably hold it in higher regard. As it is the later version is not radically different from this recording it's just a bit faster and a bit louder, more indie if you like. But Clique have to be given some kudos for writing what is a very good tune in the first place.
Some uptempo happy soul for you this Monday morning. No stories of no good men cheating on and walking out on their partners today or of wreckage left after bust ups. Nope, Millie Jackson seems to have found that one in a million guy who's always around when needed and doesn't go looking for a bit on the side.
My Man, A Sweet Man was an early single by Millie Jackson, released in 1972 on the Spring label in the States and Mojo records this side of the pond. With a very upbeat Philly style backing this track could be considered a pop song if it weren't for Millie's gospel style vocals. One of those tunes that gets in your head and stays there, not a bad thing in this case.
Yesterday's Springsteen Covered post at CC's made me think of this post from way back in September 2012, not that the music has anything to do with the Boss but CC's mention of "the Tonic" favoured in the Shire got me all misty eyed about being 17/18 and the trials and tribulations of that time although I was never "dumped doon the Strathy".
I don't know what it was like then you were sixteen or seventeen but in deepest darkest Lanarkshire organising your fun of a weekend wasn't the easiest thing to do. There wasn't that much to do in Lanark during the mid eighties if you were at that certain age when playing football just didn't do it any longer, you had a baby face and couldn't get into Blondes or Foxes, the two pubs where under-agers stood a chance of getting served or didn't have a steady girlfriend. Once a month there was the YM disco but most of the time that ended early due to fighting or the calling of an ambulance for some poor unfortunate, who had drunk too much and needed his/her stomach pumped, and besides the sounds pumped out by "Purple Rain Disco" were pure pish anyway.
So the only other thing to do was drink. Well there were loads of other things to do, we could have chosen athletics, badminton or any number of other character building pursuits that involved effort and exercise. We however, chose drink.
When partaking of alcohol while not legally allowed to you had two options open to you.
Firstly if you were in with the heidbangers and local young team you went down the park with a bottle of wine. Invariably this led to having to partake in the athletics mentioned above, particularly the steeplechase while being pursued by Sergeant Slater or other members of Lanark's Finest.
The other option was of course the civilised one where you drank in the comfort of someone else's home. Some were lucky enough to know someone with liberal parents who allowed the drinking of a cargo on their premises. For the rest of us it came down to whose parents were either out for the night, even better for the weekend or the holy grail, they were away on a fortnights holiday!
So from first period on a Friday the question could be heard "Do you know who's got an empty this weekend?" and as soon as you found out who it was then the charm offensive began to get yourself invited to the poor unfortunate's abode. It was not unknown for kids who had a very small circle of friends before the revelation that their parents were in Malaga to become the most popular guy or girl in 5th Year.
Such evenings started off well, all civilised, folk having a good time, drinking, listening to music, trying to cop off with members of the opposite sex. But as the night progressed there was always a casualty or two and some projectile produced. A romance would bloom, another couple ended and things generally degenerated until the night was ruined when some shady characters turned up, probably from down the park and either wrecked the place or stole the drink or even worse the parents came back early.
Up until recently nobody had captured the trials and tribulations of trying to have a good weekend while under-age in Lanarkshire in song. This situation was rectified earlier this year when the Just Joans released their "concept album" about the last year of school and the first year of Uni away from home, wonderfully entitled Buckfast Bottles In The Rain. Granted the band are relating their experiences in Motherwell in the mid nineties but things don't change much in the shire and this is the same scenario I found myself in at the same time during the previous decade in Lanark but replace Wonderwall with The Rattler or Dignity
There was an article in the Guardian yesterday that said 29% of 18-24 year olds had never listened to a song by Elvis Presley. I was shocked, I thought that the figure would have been much higher. In the same article it was reported that Elvis merchandise "is in freefall" which I suppose is reason to be cheerful as this means that taste is returning, as of the memorabilia I remember seeing was almost criminally tacky and not the kind of thing that if I were the King I would want associated with my memory. This blog is not the kind of place that would attract millennials, I would wager that the only time that one has ended up here is by mistake. But if any do wander by listen to some fucking Elvis the stuff from 54 - 58 and from 68 onwards, even the Vegas years had some good moments but not the bloody horrible soundtrack albums and for christ's sake steer clear of Wooden Heart or it will stay in your head for ages torturing you and sending you to the edge of reason!
All of that was just an excuse for me to post my favourite Elvis tune, remixed by my favourite Gallic dj/producer, Pilooski, yet again.
With the football season once again, it's back to the domestic chores and DiY. This weekend I will be mostly tackling the shed and the cupboard under the stairs. Deep, deep joy!
I wasn't really that impressed by the original of Tied Up, it was a sort of Industrial/Techno hybrid that left me cold. The acid mix on the other side was better, a proper bleepy 303 workout, But it's the Spiritualized Electric Mainline mix that.s the one for me. I'm not sure how much of the original remains in the mix, there are some very faint beats in there but that's about it, if it the time it had been covered up and I had been told it was a Spiritualized tune I don't think that I would have argued. Am ate of mine once described it as "nine minutes of sound to navel gaze to", I think he meant it in a good way, well that's the way I took it anyway.
So take ten minutes out, sit back and immerse yourself in these sounds or you could just induge in some "navel gazing"
LFO - Tied Up (Spiritualized "Electric Mainline" remix)
This got lodged in my head today and so I checked the hard drive and found that I had never ripped it. I was sure that I had listened to this on the iPod before but obviously not. So down to the indie 12" single cupboard to rectify the situation. I was going to rip the whole ep as Jacob's Ladder the a side on the 7" isn't even the best of the 5 tracks that is Le Boom Boom, however time and my teenage exploits with vinyl has meant that the record is in less than mint condition. I did however also rip le Boom Boom, my favourite although it does have added snap crackle and pop.
We're back with the Garage Rock this Tuesday and what for me is the sonic equivalent of a flamethrower leaving nothing but scorched earth in it's wake. The Outcasts have featured here before with their glorious I'm In Pittsburgh And It's Raining which which I thought was a short song but the sixth and final single from the band from San Antonio, Texas is not likely to outstay it's welcome clocking in at one minute forty-eight seconds a full ten seconds less than that previous release. The group broke up the year after this single's release in 1967 after the death from hepatitis of Buddy Carson co-writer of 1523 Blair with Jim Ryan. I think that this single is the epitome of Texas Punk.
Long before Craig David boasted about his exploits over the course of week, James Fountain was letting people know that he was a lover with staying power over the course of seven days.
Seven Day Lover was recorded and released in 1970 and was virtually a new release when Ian Levine started playing it at the Blackpool Mecca one of the first tunes to break the mould as far as northern soul was concerned with this "modern" sound. It was released on William Bell's Peachtree Records out of Atlanta, Georgia and is as funky as .
As you may be aware I hold the Velvet Underground in quite high esteem. I also quite like a bit of Christina Aguilera now and again but the prospect of the two of them mashed together made me baulk a bit and I thought to myself that's just plain wrong when some one on my Twitter timeline last night posted this. But it is a work of sheer genius splicing together The Velvet's Rock and Roll with What A Girl Wants and then the added wee twist of a bit of the Communards in the fade out.
One thing that became apparent last weekend with my fellow bloggers is that if they have a favourite posting on my site it isn't the Friday dance music, with the exception of Dirk who , being brutally honest said that he wasn't interested in the tunes but did check out each Friday's post to see what the picture was.
Me being the stubborn, pig headed person that I am have decided to ignore this feedback and continue to flog the dead horse for as long as I find dance tunes to post, In fact recently it has been harder to find the pictures to accompany the series than it is to pluck out a "good" bit of house or techno.
Four years ago. Just let that sink in SA, jesus four years ago! Daniel Avery released one of the most cohesive dance records that I have, I realise that that length of time is not really that long in normal music but in dance music it is absolutely ages but Drone Logic sounds as good now as it did the first time I played it. I noticed the other day that the vinyl is getting a well deserved re-release this month. So with that in mind I thought that I would post one of the tracks from the series of remix 10" and 12" singles that accompanied the album and were gathered up and released on cd as New Energy (Collected Remixes) which is well worth seeking out, unless you are Dirk, Stevie, Brian or JC to whom it will be of no interest at all.
Drone Logic, the title track from the album was an immense track in it's original form with a huge wobbly bassline, spoken vocals which kept building to become one of those tracks that you never want to end which brings to mind Underworld but is not at all derivative Berlin based producer Rodhad turns it into a more brooding but no less epic piece of minimal techno.
Back to the play-offs. You will probably know if you are interested in the slightest that Airdrie beat Alloa one nil at the Excelsior on Wednesday night in what has to be the team's best performance this season. If they had played like that all season most probably we would still be in the position that we are in now but still. Unfortunately Andy Ryan's days at the club are numbered, I can't see someone who has netted 28 goals even in the first division fail to be on the radar of the scouts of at least a few better positioned clubs, c'est la vie.
We now have to take on Alloa away tomorrow, where Leo, me and the W brothers will be in attendance. If the Diamonds are able to get a victory there or even a draw we will go into the play-off finals where we could meet JC's mob, Raith Rovers who drew one each with Brechin also on Wednesday but had two goals disallowed.
As some of you may know Airdrie won an absolutely enthralling and at times extremely frustrating game on Saturday 3-2 which means that tonight we take on Alloa for the first leg of an encounter that if successful will mean that we could be playing JC's team Raith Rovers for a place in the Championship. We will be back down to our core tonight of myself, Leo, the Wilson brothers and father John. No American, German or English friends in our part of the crowd at least to cheer us on. Perversely, Brian, it will probably be warmer than it was on Saturday, it did get quite bitter with the wind swirling around and the fact that the sun was behind the main stand. We will be hoping for less schoolboy errors tonight but they have just been part and parcel of the team's game this season.
I must admit I am in a bit of a post weekend dip at the moment and need something to lift the spirits and get me going again and I find that a bit of upbeat soul usually does the trick.
I first heard of Jackie Wilson long before I knew anything about him or his music when Dexy's Midnight Runners covered the Van Morrison song Jackie Wilson Said and the infamous TotP edition when they put up a still of Jocky Wilson either intentionally or as a mistake. I am sure that by the time Reet Petite was re-released in 1987 I had a tape with I Get The Sweetest Feeling on it as when it was re-issued on the back of the success of Reet Petite it was not unknown to me. My favourite of the three singles re-released in 1886/87 has to be Higher and Higher, originally released in 1967. It has the unmistakable talents of the Funk Brothers on the backing track which they laid down while moonlighting from Motown. Wilson's vocal was added later in one take.
Not my favourite Jackie Wilson track, that as anyone who stuck with my Northern Soul Top 50 will know is Because of You. But it is a great uptempo song to dance to with an infectious beat great bass line and an irresistible hook not to mention the wonderful vocal.
Well. that is a weekend I never want to repeat, a bigger bunch of tossers I have never met in my entire life!**
But to the important work. I am at a loss today. I literally do not have the words to describe how absolutely amazing today's featured band is in the eyes of, mind blowingly, millions of people. It is difficult to convey the absolute genius of Chris Martin's lyric writing or the incredible innovation present on the band's albums.
I have many fond memories of listening to Parachutes while renovating the living room and stairwell of L and I's previous house. Stripping back the walls to the plaster, re-skimming them and then applying new skirtings and facings thoughout. In fact every time I look at a particularly tricky angle on a dado rail going up a staircase the words " look at the stars, look out they shine for you" fill my head. Similarly when I see a tin of Ronseal Mahogany varnish I get a "Shiver". Good times indeed, coming home from work and then starting on whatever needed to be done until the wee small hours as I was on a deadline that it all had to be completed before L's hen night.
So you would think that I would obviously pick a track from Parachutes but no, the Coldplay ouevre is just so damned good, with the band breaking new ground with each album,and all the time winning over more and more fans as they progressed, it has been incredibly difficult to pick just one track to feature today. It could have been Fix You with the deeply profound :-
When you try so hard but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse.
Or I could have selected, God Put A Smile On Your Face, Every Teardrop Is a Waterfall, Violet Hill or Viva la Vida . Only a few examples of the abilities of these four earnest, educated young fellows. It has been a tough choice, and a difficult listen, trust me but I finally picked an album track from the group's second long player A Sudden Rush Of Blood To The Head, Green Eyes which starts with the unforgettable lyrics :
Honey you are the rock
On which I stand
And I came here to talk
I hope you understand.
Nothing more need be said, I think.
** I'm just kidding, a better bunch of guys it would be hard to find which the photo above doesn't quite capture. I had an absolutely blast and I thank Dirk for coming up with the idea and for everybody who took planes, trains and automobiles to be in Glasgow at the weekend.
. . . Let's meet up, drink too much and talk pish in different languages.
As some of you may be already aware a few sad middle aged men from Scotland, England, Germany and very surprisingly America are meeting up this weekend for a few days of getting to know each other, drinking, eating, record shop visiting and for some the dubious pleasure of heading out to Airdrie for a few hours on Saturday to see if Airdrie can make the League One play-offs. I have to admit that I am really looking forward to this gathering. I've met up with JC quite often, had beers with Swiss Adam on more than one occasion in Didsbury, suspect that I have unknowingly bumped into CC at more than one gig in the town but up until this point have only ever communicated with Dirk, Walter and Brian on the blogosphere.
A couple of people have said to me "are you mad, spending a weekend with people you don't know " to which my response has always been it can be no worse than some of the time that I have spent with people that I do know or thought I did until I had to spend an extended period of time with. So no I'm not mad, well not in the way they mean it anyway.
"The football, what's happening to the mighty Diamonds!" I hear you yell. Well, after a four - nil mauling of East Fife last weekend Airdrie are one of two teams on 49 points, the Diamonds in third on goal difference from Brechin City y which would mean a play off place, if it were not for the fact that there are two teams below on 46 points, one of whom happens to be Queen's Park, our adversaries tomorrow and although our goal difference is better, which hadn't been the case until recently, we will have to win to not be reliant on results elsewhere. So saying that Adam, Walter and Brian are in for a treat may be stretching it a bit, they should find it thrilling, then again Airdrie might be absolute pish. That is the great thing about supporting, lower, lower league football "you can never be absolutely certain what you're gonna get" to quote the great John Peel.
I'm pretty sure there will be no dancing to house music this weekend for us but still.
I have been a little bit distracted this week, been busy with work and getting things together for the coming weekend so the posts have been even less interesting than usual so I apologise.
When I heard of the passing of Jonathan Demme my initial thought was when I and my girlfriend at the time saw Silence of The Lambs and my utter amazement hearing snatches of Hip Priest during the climax of the film. Needless to say my girlfriend was rather less bothered and a bit perplexed by my reaction.
Jenny Lewis has popped up at a few places over the past wee while most recently at CC's bit. Where he featured something from her second solo album Acid Tongue which to be honest I listened to a couple of times when it first came but left no impression on me at all. L and I went to see Lewis at the QMU on the tour to promote the album which was okay but again nothing like on the few occasions when I saw her with Rilo Kiley. With Arms Outstretched is a song I never tire of and the tune I kept asking for at King Tuts and when they played it it was glorious.
Why was this not an A-side? People talk about the quality of The Smiths b-sides but I think that this is as good a song as anything Pulp ever put out as a single. I like A Little Soul but I think that Like A Friend is the one.
The picture has nothing to do with the song just a still from a film I came across and quite liked.
This was first posted back in May 2010 and again last year but I had quite a heavy weekend and yesterday was spent in "recovery mode" and thinking of what to post was way down the list of priorities, thinking alone was quite difficult. Not helped by the fact that the trains weren't running and L and I had to spend 2 hrs 20 mins on a bus home from Glasgow for a journey that should take 50 mins. Not good when you are really hung over and your breakfast is trying hard to make a bid for freedom from your stomach.
Way back in the mists of time when I was a teenager, Bank Holiday weekends meant endurance tests.
As part of a scooter club you were expected to go on scooter runs. There were a series of National events organised throughout the year, with the Easter Weekend, usually seeing the first and then periodically until the last at the end of October and all bar one would be south of the border meaning that the Scots always had a considerable distance to go.
I don't know how many of you are familiar with the delights of riding Lambrettas or Vespas, so I think I should explain a little.
These feats of Italian engineering usually have an engine capacity between 125 and 250 cc and a top speed in the region of between 55 and 80 miles per hour. They are designed for zipping in and out of traffic in Italian cities not for riding twos up with a load of camping gear, supplies of Buckie and a change of clothing (if you were like me and had some semblance of personal hygiene) from say, west central Scotland to the South Coast of England.
As a result of the design of the scooters and the punishment of travelling such long distances an AA or RAC membership or preferably both was as essential to a scooterist as 2 stroke oil and it was not unknown for scooterists to attend runs courtesy of the RAC and then get home with the assistance of the nation's forth emergency service and vice versa. When traveling to runs it was common to see groups of scooterists performing what is the mechanics version of open heart surgery on the hard shoulder to their beloved machines. There was one member of our club who did away with luxuries such as a tent or a change in clothing in order to carry with him all the components of a spare engine.
When you did eventually get to the camp site, which was usually the shittiest bit of waste ground in or near the town, the real problems began.
"Who's got the tent?" was the first cry and if the person who was supposed to bring it remembered and it hadn't fell off the back of the scooter during the trip you were off to a good start.
"Where are the poles?"
"What do you mean you haven't got them?"
This scenario I hasten to add was not as rare an event as you would think and resulted in some novel methods of tent erection being employed.
Once the tents were up, it was time to find somewhere to drink. This usually entailed trying to get a couple of thousand scooterists into the two or three pubs in the town which hadn't barred us before we even had a chance to do something wrong.
When all else failed you ended up spending a couple of days drinking warm cans of lager and eating crap from the dubious burger van on the camp site, using what could only in the loosest term be called washing facilities and not sleeping due to the real chance of being run over by some drunken scooter boy who has decided that it is a good idea to ride up and down the camp site in the middle of the night after drinking Buckfast and lager all day while also toking on more weed than your average Rastafarian would consume in a week.
Then after a couple of days without sleep and after drinking too much it was time to get back on your machine if it had not been bundled into the back of a van during the night by some shady guys, (you know who you are) and ride the two to three hundred miles home praying to god that you don't hole a piston or have a seizure on the road home.
As you can probably guess scooter runs weren't my favourite weekends away. Being a lightweight who enjoys the finer things in life such as a flushing toilet, running water and a bed, going on these expeditions wasn't high on my list of priorities and I attended 2 to 3 a year if really unlucky. I did have friends such as Stiff, Gordon and Mick who would try not to miss any, always had a ball and came back with some brilliant tales of hedonism and pure stupidity that if I were to re-tell would not be believed but all did in fact happen. They even made the trip down to Margate, a particularly gruelling journey only to find that the scooter run was actually the following week!
So in celebration of Bank Holidays of the past, here is a particular favourite northern soul track of our scootering fraternity, the LSC (Lanarkshire Scooter Club).
Way back in 2008 Andrew Weatherall and a few of his mates from the Boardroom collaborated on an excellent album where tracks by Radical Majik, E.S.G. and Le Sarge En Board were presented in their original form and then given the Weatherall treatment and then a couple of TLS tunes were reworked by members of the Boardroom. The following year a second volume was released which was even better than the first. It inculuded a Weatherall track which at the time as one reviewer has said was an "absolute chugging killer" and still sounds brilliant today. I eagerly awaited the vinyl release of this track as it was mooted at the time that it would be released as a 12" but sadly this never happened and I've had to live with the cd which is probably one of the most played cd's in the house.
As the teams for the play-offs for the Scottish First Division become even less clear, at present as five teams compete for two play off places with only two games to go. Airdrie take on East Fife who are on the same points but with a vastly superior goal difference tomorrow away, Unfortunately I can't go to this match as L is taking me away for the night for my recent birthday. It's another must win game not just for the Airdrie supporters but also it means that we will go into the final match with something to play for. This is important as I will be joined at the Excelsior by some special guests from Seattle (Brian) , Germany (Walter), Manchester (Swiss Adam) and maybe another blogger from the central belt (CC) who will be in Glasgow for the first Bloggers Summit weekend when we intend to drink too much and talk pish mostly about music but probably life the universe and everything. Also present will be Dirk, who hasn't the faintest interest in Airdrie or football for that matter and will be chaperoned in Glasgow by JC and some of his friends and sometimes contributors while the football is on. I have to admit that the closer we get to this weekend the more I am looking forward to it.
We haven't had any Slow Club here for a while. Last Year's One Day All Of This Won't Matter Anymore didn't really do it for me. That's not to say that it is not a good album, it's just not in the same league as the previous one, Complete Surrender which as I have said before on several occasions bowled me over as at the time as it wasn't what I had been expecting at all. I am trying to say that Slow Club should have produced a carbon copy of Complete Surrender, even if they could have that would have been boring. I think I may need to sit down and listen to One Day . . . without comparing it to the 2014 abum, although I'm not sure that will be possible. Give Me Some Peace is one of the few tracks that hit me straight away and is still for me the high point of the album.
I think that this the only Garage Rock record that has been featured here that comes from New York, more specifically the borough of Queens. The Big Apple wasn't renowned for thrashy guitar music at this time, well until the Velvet Underground came on the scene.
White Ship was the final single by the terribly named "The Denims" and came out on the Mercury label. There is quite a psychedelic feel about the lyrics which is quite unusual for a record out of NYC at this time, 1966, when else.
I've always found a contradiction in the feel of today's track and the sentiment of the lyrics. To me the music and tone of I'm Com'un Home In The Mornin' had a kind of sinister atmosphere, however the lyrics are about a guy who has been away for a considerable time and whose love has been desperately awaiting his return and how he will be returning in the morning. I have seen this song described as psychedelic soul and it certainly not a typical northern soul track especially the strange horns on the outro but a great tune none the less.
The single was released on Suemi Records from El Paso, Texas in 1972 and an original copy would cost you at least a grand.
Today's track goes back to the very early days of House with a track originally released in 1985 on Trax Records from a 6 track ep, Funkin' With The Drums Again but brought up to date, well for 2010 anyway. Farley Knows House in it's original form is little more than the sound of an 808 with the word Farley repeated over and over, which probably doesn't sound that enticing but I can assure would still do the business on the dance floor. The PPF refit adds Cowbell and hand claps making the beat of the original infectious and something that you can't help but move to. I've been listening to a lot of old school house recently and much of it sounds as good now as it did back when.
Last week Airdrie suffered a set back to their hopes of a play-off place with a 2-1 defeat away to Stanraer and tomorrow take on Alloa Athletic who gave Brechin a mauling last week and who are in an unassailable second spot. the Diamonds on the other hand are in 4th place on goal difference bit with only 6 points separating 3rd and 8th tight is not the word for it. Airdrie
I was going to have a rant about the upcoming RSD16 but what's the point. You will already have your opinion on it and my sweary diatribe isn't going to change your mind. When the list of releases came out with all the fanfare I had a look and nothing really grabbed my attention apart from the re-pressing of Spacemen 3's Recurring an album that I either sold or lost some time ago and have lived with on cd only for the last ten years at least without too much trouble. I would be lying if I was to say that I would not want to own it again on vinyl but do I want it enough to get up at 06:00 hrs and queue outside Monorail for two hours or so for, I don't think so. The one release that I might consider doing that for would be the Burial remix of Inner City Life but that isn't on Monorail's list. So I will go into Glasgow sometime next week and see what's left.
The releases that I am really looking forward to in the next month or so are new releases by the Black Angels, The Cosmic Dead, Slow Dive, The Afghan Whigs and a Nick Waterhouse 7". All of which will be purchased from a bona fide record shop when released without having to get up in the middle of the night and stand in line for. Maybe I'm just getting old but I think that Record Shop Day has run it's course and it's time the majors let some of the small indie labels near the pressing plants to press up some new music as opposed to Bowie or Prince on coloured vinyl or picture disc.
Fuck! I have just checked Piccadilly Records list and The Only Way is Up by Otis Clay is on there. Now for that I would start queueing now but also Monorail aren't stocking it,
Here's a track from last year's celebration which I picked up a week or two later for cost. The best thing Primal Scream had done for a long time prior to the recent remix by Anton Newcombe. I have to admit though when I read the the Scream were covering S'Express, I thought to myself "fuck right off that will be the biggest load of shit since the last thing they did" I was happily proven wrong, I think that it's Jason Pierce's guitar that makes all the difference.
Oh and one last thing, I love 6 Music and everything but they don't half flog everything to death. Last month it was the 6 Music festival, christ I was lucky enough to see some of it and it was doing my head in how much they went on about it, so for those who didn't it must have really been a pisser and now all they can go on about is this bloody Saturday. They need to get some perspective I think.
Just as well there is nothing for the BBC to over expose happening in June isn't it!
I'm not too sure if I'm in the mood for another General Election at the moment but when somebody tells me that Westminster needs to "unite behind the Government" my hackles rise. Are we no longer allowed to have debate and differences in ideals or opinions anymore in our bright new and improved "brexit" future? Seven weeks of this shit, it's enough to drive you to drink. And I won't mention the irony of people in my town up in arms that a democratic election should be held on the day that they annually celebrate Feudalism and patronage. You couldn't make it up.
Today's post was supposed to be another rant about Record Shop Day but that can wait,
Last Saturday I posted a track from Liverpudlian. Louisa Roach's band She Drew The Gun. After hearing Poem the first time I headed straight to Soundcloud to see if this track was a one off or if there were other gems to find and there were which sent me straight to the band's website to order the album, which was released at the beginning of last month according to the website, however at other places it says that it was released last April. Irrespective of when it was released I think that a lot more people need to hear about this record than I think do at present, not that featuring it hear will further that cause all that much. It has hardly been off my turntable since it arrived. It is a very strong debut album from the band. At times the album is a bit folkly, at others pretty soulful but mostly a psychy, indie pop sound but then you might expect that from a band mentored and produced by James Skelly (former frontman of the Coral) and signed to Skeleton Records. After a week and a bit of listening I can honestly say that there are no duff tracks and for me it will take something extra special to knock this off of the pedestal of find of 2017 for me.
Do yourself a favour and head over here and order it for yourself, you won't regret it I can assure you.
Here is a jaunty, up beat little number to take your mind off of that bloated feeling that all of you who overdid the chocolate yesterday may have this morning.
I don't really know anything about Bernie Williams or indeed Ever Again apart from the fact that it is a very rare record for one released on a major label, Bell Records out of NYC in 1969. The only copy to be sold on Discogs went for £1994.05! My copy needless to say is a snidey single sided re-press. The track was leased to the major label from Del Val Records in Philadelphia where the song was originally released with Gene Woodbury on vocal but justy like the later release posted here it bombed.
Slam are celebrating 25 years of making music at the moment which has me a little puzzled as the first record they released was in 1991 and I remember this distinctly not because it was a great record, it is but that it preceded the second release on SOMA Quality Recordings, Fallen by Dove which I know came out in October 1991 and which I purchased immediately from Dub II in Glasgow and I know that I n bought the label's first release fro that shop previously.
Anyway, 25/26 years of producing nothing ever less than excellent music should be celebrated and celebrated in style. I know that there is a SOMA boxset out which I am tempted by although it is rather pricey but it has the likes of Jeff Mills, Daft Punk and Funk D'Void on it so well worth the money. They also have nights in SWG3, the Subby and the Riverside Festival in Glasgow to look forward to in the next month and a bit which I think I will give a miss, the idea appeals to me but I think my serious clubbing days are over, sadly.
As I said previously Slam and Soma were significant by their absence on Stuart Murdoch's documentary about the music scene in Glasgow for 6Music and I could be wrong but I don't think they were mentioned let alone featured in the whole 6Music Festival in Glasgow last month, Which is a glaring error as they have been a huge influence on the worldwide dance scene over the past 25 years and possibly without them we would never have heard the likes of Get Lucky or Around The World, if SOMA hadn't released the duo's first two 12" singles.
So today The Kitchen Table salutes, Stuart, Orde and Dave, Glen & Jim for bringing us so much "Quality" music over the past 26 years and also some great nights, from Strathclyde park, The Subby, The Arches and other places. It's only fitting to feature that first 12" single.
In other news, with four games to go Airdrie are sitting third in the league only one point ahead of Brechin City in fourth. The run-in is quite a tough one, tomorrow they go down to Stranraer who they have beaten twice this season and lost to once. The Diamonds really need to win all four games to reach the play-offs, since Christmas they haven't one two games on the bounce so it looks like being an almost impossible feat but we will see.
It's true nothing is sacred. I see that Feeding Of The Five Thousand has not only been released on vinyl but white vinyl and remastered into the bargain. I would like it be upset about this but it was inevitable. I wonder how many hipsters out there are going to spend twenty quid or so for what I have never been too sure was a 12" with lots of tracks or a short album. I can't think that their will be much of a market for angry, nearly musical, sweary anarchist punk records that make you feel quite inadequate as you can never live up to the ideals espoused, though I could be wrong.
I've got a mint copy of Penis Envy, if anybody wants to make me a decent offer. I will part with it as it is totally un-listenable.
The people who ran the Roxy club in London were interviewed on the radio last week, it might even have been the Lamacq show and they were talking about how they were inclusive and just wanted somewhere where the punks could congregate. Yeah right, they were that inclusive that they banned Crass.
I caught some of one of Steve Lamacq's shows last week on 6Music, not sure what night it was but I think it could have been Wednesday or Thursday. I don't listen to him that often but I really can't be fucked with PM or the ^ O'clock News on Radio 4 at the moment it's all about the UK staring into the abyss, getting ready to jump off, or bloody Trump and more depressing still Syria and when you look to the 18:30 comedy for some light relief all you get is pish that is not at all funny with the exception of the Unbelievable Truth and the Now Show which I like so I know it wasn't Monday or Friday but I digress.
The stick insect in the DMs and the washed out indie T shirt was going on about the first track on the first side of debut albums which I think started due to him playing Janie Jones as last week was 40 years since The Clash was released and he was saying what a powerful opening salvo the track was. This got me thinking and probably every middle aged man tuned in also as to what the best opening track on a debut album was. As I have been going through something of a Jesus and Mary Chain obsession recently as some of the more acute of you may have realised, of course I initially thought of Just Like Honey and then I started to think of other memorable ones such as Foxey Lady on Are You Experienced, Sunday Morning from the first Velvets album and Fallen from Morning Dove White amongst others. However, for me anyway the ultimate song one , side one of a debut album has got to be Suspect Device from Stiff Little Fingers 1979 debut album Inflammable Material. Has there every been a more raw, visceral statement of intent. Even now when I put it on I still fear that there is an outside chance that my turntable might spontaneously combust, the energy in that track has not diminished one iota in thirty eight years.
This has probably been done before on more than one occasion in blog land but I feel a beginnings of a new series here that I could flog to death. We'll see.
There is a big difference between today's Garage track and most others featured in this spot, no and it's not the year, as 1-2-5 although recorded in 1965 was as you've probably guessed released the following year on the Quality label. No what makes this group quite unique probably not in the Garage Rock world but in the little bit of it I know of is that the band are actually from north of the border, Canada, Montreal to be specific. The song on the insistence of the record company was cleaned up as they believed that some of the lyrics were a bit choice and on release the record charted in the Canadian charts which brought it to the attention of record execs in the USA where the record was picked up and issued on the Amy label in it's original form, this is also the version that can be found on volume 1 of the Pebbles compilations. The band went on to record a further 7 singles, including a French version of Purple Haze (Vapeur Mauve) before they broke up in 1971.
Today's excellent piece of Detroit Soul has quite a dramatic sound to it and not a typical tune type of tune to come out of the Motor City in 1966. I love the breakdown at just about 2 mins in that leads to quite a climax with the guitar finishing exactly as it started. This is an extremely rare piece of vinyl but if you have a spare five grand, sterling there is a near mint copy for sale on Discogs.
The recent rekindling of my somewhat dormant love for the Jesus and Mary Chain shows no sign of abating anytime soon. Last week ventured into various record boxes and cupboards and retrieved all of my 7", with the exception of the 4 that are in the red "grab in case of emergencies box" which resides in the dining room, and also the 10" and 12" singles. After giving them all a good clean I decided that my idea to go through them in order a and b side was a bit too, well, sad is the word that sprung to mind and so I decided to mix them up and randomly play them, It was no surprise to me that my favourite ones are the ones from 1984 to 1988 and of course 1985 being the strongest year but surprising 1992 was a very strong year for single releases from the Reid's too, although I bought these singles I think my main musical focus was elsewhere at this time.
I have also spent quite a bit of the last week or so listening to Damage and Joy. I still can't quite believe that when I heard of the release of this album I was in two minds whether to buy it or not. At the time I was worried that it would be a dud and would forever taint my view of one of my favourite bands for good. When I did put the first piece of vinyl on the turntable it was with quite a bit of trepidation, I had forced myself not to listen to any of the streams of the album and had only heard the couple of tracks that were getting flogged by 6Music. To say I was not disappointed is an understatement, it was one of the best things I have heard this year, granted it was still March at the time but it was very good so I played it again and then again and after these initial listens a couple of things became clear, some of the lyrics are nonsense with Jim Reid's tongue firmly lodged in his cheek (I've got a pistol in my pocket, it's gonna shoot it's load) but that doesn't really matter if I want deep lyrics I will go elsewhere and I would have cut two or three tracks out but on the whole it was a very good album, a hell of a lot better than Munki, their last album from 1998.
After repeated plays the enjoyment of the album didn't decrease however a strange anxiety started to creep up on me. I started to worry if the album was as good as I thought iit was, or did I just think that it was that good due to very low expectations or worse still was I succumbing to the "dad rock" phenomenon and getting excited due to some nostalgia trip. If it were to be one of those I just hoped it was the first, being the lesser of the two evils in my head. after another week of listening I think that my fears are groundless and it is in fact a very good album by two guys who let's face it at this stage in their lives are not going to come up with a revolutionary new sound or indeed need to, they did their bit by taking pop music by the neck in 1985 and throttling it within an inch of it's life and then giving it a new darker side and bringing back some much needed attitude.
Here are a couple of live tracks recorded in Detroit way back when and included on the Sidewalking 12". One last thought when we are talking about the Mary Chain live. I have seen comments that people think that they are just "going through the motions" live. Now, the last time before a couple of Friday's ago was in 1988 so can't really comment on how they were live in the 90s and beyond. But for me Jim Reid was more engaged than on any of the three previous occasions that I saw them, the first time they really looked like the Barrowlands was the last place that they wanted to be and that us the audience were worse than some dogshit that they had tread in. The only thing I will say is that they didn't seem to be as loud but then again my ears and possible my memory ain't what they used to be.
I'm not even going to bother with telling you what year this bit of Garage rock comes from. This is a great bit of fuzzed out, staccato guitars a pounding beat and some prominent vocals. There are a couple of shifts in tempo in this track and some serious guitar shredding.
The band hailed from Phoenix, Arizona and after this single was released on the Oncrest label the band for some reason changed there name to The Holy Grail. relocated to San Fransisco and obscurity and as far as I can tell never released another single. They may have changed their name so as not to be confused with the british female pop duo from around at the same time.
When ripping this version of probably my favourite Bee Gees song I checked my iTunes first to see if I had already uploaded the song and was surprised to find that I had a further ten versions of the song by people as diverse as Sunday's Child to Primal Scream, yes the Scream version is every bit as dreadful as you are probably thinking, Bobby G's vocal being particularly woeful. So I suspect that there is a lot of love out their for this track.
The Mirettes have featured here before with the single that followed today's 1968 offering. The vocal group were the Ikettes until they changed their name after they left Ike and Tina Turner to strike out on their own but were not allowed to keep the name.
When I thought about posting this track, I thought "I can't, that only came out last year" but I was mistaken it will be three years ago on August that this lovely droney, minimalist piece of quality techno was released. Time is whizzing by. Listening to this last night again, Fearless was clearly signposting where he was taking Death In Vegas on their album from last year, Transmission which really is a record you should own, you get kind of lost in it.
Another away game for the Diamonds this week against Peterhead. It's getting really tight in the Scottish First Division with only eight points separating the third placed team Brechin City and Albion Rovers in 7th which is going to make for an interesting run-in and quite possible going to the last game to secure the third and fourth play-off places. Making it all the more appealing for those of you considering joining me at the Queen's Park match before spending the night drinking and talking rubbish about music.
Today we return to the Reid/Gillespie/McGee related posts. As I said on Tuesday I was listening to the 12" mix of Sidewalking on Saturday night, in fact it has returned to the turntable probably a dozen times since. I have loved this song ever since it came out. It was quite a curve ball at the time what with the sampled beats not the sort of thing we were expecting after Happy When It Rains, Gary Mulholland in his book Fear of Music, states that "the swaggering Sidewalking beat baggy by a couple of years" however I'm not too sure how much weight I put on Mulholland's views as he also says in the same entry that Psychocandy has not aged well . He also said that Screamadelica was "the most over rated album of the post-Rave era" which is also pish we know that that could be any number of albums attributed to the Britpap bollocks. But these are discussions for another day .Not too sure now where I was going, quoting the opinion of such a clearly misguided music journalist in the first instance as it doesn't really further my position.
The beats for Sidewalking were lifted from Roxanne's Revenge by Roxanne Shante, 14 year old Lolita Shante Gooden) which were originally stolen by Marley Marl from the instrumental version of a b-side of a single by U.T.F.O, Roxanne Roxanne as revenge for UTFO failing to appear at a show he was promoting with dj Mister Magic ( I hope you are keeping up). The original version is impressive as the 14 year old made the lyrics up on the spot and was recorded in one take.On release it became a hit which started what has gone down in Rap history as the Roxanne Wars. As a response to Shante's foul mouthed rap a record was recorded as The Real Roxanne which also charted. Other crews quickly saw what was going on with three "Roxanne" records in the charts and decided to jump on the bandwagon and release records either with Roxanne in the title or by Roxanne someone or other. By the end of 1985, the year after the original UTFO release it was estimated that there were at least 30 of these records produced even one titled The Final Word - No More Roxanne by The East Coast Crew.
Not sure if any of you have had any dealings with Pledge Music but I have to admit that my last few dealings with them have been less than satisfactory and when I come to think of it only two of the eight pledges that I have been involved in have been plain sailing, the one for the last Slow Club lp and also the Wedding Present bundle for Going Going. At the moment I have three where the vinyl hasn't showed up and all are past fulfillment date.
Firstly, there is the Stiff Little Fingers Barrowlands 25th St Patricks Day vinyl which is currently 8 months overdue, problems with getting pressing plant space and then some bright spark decided that all of the covers needed to be shipped all over the world to get the band members to sign them and you guessed it they were damaged on one or more legs of the journey! Resulting in new covers needing to be produced and then waiting for the British Tour for the band to all be in the same place, which was the start of the month but no update on when the records will be shipped.
Next up is the Orb who, to be fair have previous when it comes to fucking up with the live Brixton Academy cd/dvds to be released in 2014 which got shipped in installments throughout 2015 the final dvds arriving September 2015. We have had every excuse under the sun for the late arrival of this pledge, from problems with mastering, "everything takes longer than you think" and again availibility of pressing plants for the vinyl, the previous problem with vinyl lead times must have slipped their minds. Five months and counting on this one.
And finally the Raveonettes which won't actually be overdue un til the end of the month but when I saw that it is now advertised for sale on Amazon and will be available on the same date as for those who pledged in the first place I am beginning to wonder what exactly was the point of being involved with this mob in the first place as you need to pay upfront when you pledge which means that for some of these things I will have handed over the readies a year before getting the records which has pissed me off.
Here's a track for the first Raveonettes full album which I didn't have to pledge and wait for but bought from a record shop the way you are supposed to.
All roads seem to lead back to Glasgow at the moment, well one wee bunch of reprobates who left the town and nearby "Polo Mint City" many years ago. What with my Scream fest last week and now mostly listening to the Jesus and Mary Chain after Friday's gig at the Barrowlands. I was goiung to review it but it wouldn't be in the same league as SA's of the following evening's gig in Manchester. I will do a bit of name dropping as during the encores I moved from front and center to the left hand side where the bar is, so as to make a quick get away down the fire escape and found myself standing next to Shaun W Keaveny, Stuart Maconie and Liz Kershaw, there were probably others that I didn't recognise.
So today's tenuous link is through the man that released the glorious noise that is Upside Down. Alan McGee liked the Creation so much he named his label after the band and his band was named after the 60's mod/psyche group's second single. How Does It Feel To Feel, released in 1967 is my favourite by them. I got the urge to play this after listening to Sidewalking by The Jesus and Mary Chain on Saturday. I love the lazy quite sloppy feel to it.
Back in the early 2000s' I dreaded hearing today's absolutely classic Detroit tune on an advert for shampoo, after all brilliant northern tunes had been used to sell chicken, credit cards and fucking awful wine, so why not hair care products? Recently we have had one of the best used to persuade us to buy fucking eggs for christ's sake! There is a story on one of the soul notice boards about how this was offered to Proctor and Gamble for use in their ads at the time of the release but it was rejected as it sounded too black but Patti Young was in fact a blue eyed soul singer of Italian extract, However I'm not sure of the validity of the story apart from Patti not being African American which I think is true.
Patti Young's classy, typical Detroit sounding tune was released on the Ernstrat label in 1965 and surprise surprise flopped and as a result is pretty rare. First aired at the Torch, it was big on the northern scene in the 1980s but has kind of fell out of favour these days if what I read is true, can't understand why as it is a belter.
Last weekend when not blasting out the Velvet Underground I spent the rest of the time listening to Primal Scream, thanks to SA's posting of a different version of Higher Than The Sun. So I dug out all of the 12" singles. I have everything from Crystal Crescent up to Kill All Hippies apart from Rocks which I never bought at the time as the song irritated the fuck out of me and have never felt the need to purchase since. I decided to traewl through the myriad of b-sides, and remix versions. I played the Scream's version of Darklands three times in a row, just like when I first heard it I am still not sure if I like it or not ( I wonder if the Reid brothers will play Darklands tonight). I am also in two minds about the Chemical Brothers remix of Burning Wheel, it's just a typical Chemical Brothers remix from that time and sounds a bit dated to me. The track that really stood out for me last weekend was the disco mix of If They Move Kill 'Em with it's low slung groove, totally skewed horn stabs, the best fucked up wah wah guitar this side of Hendrix topped off with the Wild Bunch sample, there is so much going on in the track. One of Brendan Lynch's best productions for me.
Airdrie won 1-0 last week in an hard fought, very enjoyable game and if they had scored all the chances they had we would have won by at least four goals. The league table is extremely tight with three teams, including the Diamonds in joint third place. If they are to make the play-offs they can't afford to lose many of the remaining 7 matches. I am not to hopeful that they will come away with anything from Saturday's away match with Livingston who are running away with the league.
Have a good weekend people.
By the way, did I mention that I'm off to see the Mary Chain tonight.
So there I was sat at my desk on Monday afternoon procrastinating and thinking of making my upteenth up of tea of the day when my own phone pings, not the work one, so at least I'm interested enough to look and I see that it's a text from JC, "Wanting to firm up the plans for Friday" I think, as we are supposed to be meeting up for beers, that have been way too long in the planning, so I pick up the phone and well to say that the text made my Monday would be a slight understatement, made my week, definitely and most probably my month unless something else amazing happens in the next 10 days. The text is actually cancelling our pints on Friday night which is not the good part, the good bit is that JC has been offered a ticket for the Friday night at The Barrowlands for the 6Music Festival and he was wondering if I wanted first refusal on it! He's that kind of guy is JC, he's offered the chance to see Sleaford Mods/Warpaint/Ride and the Mary Chain at the best music venue on the planet and he thinks that somebody else would appreciate it more. It took me about 10 seconds to reply to the text confirming that I would indeed like the ticket. I had tried on the Friday that they were released to get some but with no luck and had resigned myself to listening to the gig on the radio, or what coverage there was.
Now I know some of you will be saying what about your no going to see reformed bands rule Drew? Well I will hold up my hands and confess to being a hypocrite this time, mostly due to Swiss Adam's positive review of the Psychocandy tour and also the couple of mates who saw the Reids at the Barras then who also said that they were a hell of a lot better than they expected and it wasn't just a nostalgia fest. So you can slag me all you want I'm not caring and I also get to see Warpaint who I have been told are very good live. I was never that into Ride but interested to find out how they sound these days too. Unfortunately I won't be there early enough to see Sleaford Mods which is a bit of a pisser but unavoidable.
I am nearly as excited about this gig as something else that is happening the first weekend in May that will be mentioned shortly here and at other affiliated sites I suspect.
If I told you that today's track was another excellent stomping piece of American Garage rock, could you hazard a guess at what year it was release?
1966 you say.
Well technically you would be wrong as this song was unfathomably never released but was recorded in that year.
The Fanatics or Neal Ford and The Fanatics as they were known back in the 1960s were from Texas and contemporaries of 13th Floor Elevators and The Moving Sidewalks. The group were formed in 1964 by Ford, already a veteran of the local music scene. The band released their first single, I Will Not Be There in 196. The single was quit aptly titled as the band shortly afterwards went on a hiatus when Ford wasn't there due to being called up by the Naval Reserves. On his return the group started up again, recorded a second single and started work on their only album which would be released in 1967 after a further couple of singles the second of which Gonna Be My Girl received some attention nationally and they released a further single I Will If You Want To which they hoped would be tgheir breakthrough but sadly received little airtime. The band continued on the local live circuit until calling it a day in 1969. Good Men was one of the original demos for the album but for some reason didn't make the grade and languished unreleased until Caped Crusader Records put it out on 7" in 2007.
I Really Love You by Jimmy Burns is a pretty rare piece of Chi town soul, released on the Erica label in 1965. It was released on Grapevine in 1979 and then again on Inferno last year when I eventually got a copy on vinyl as I didn't have the necessary six grand for an original on Erica and it was a bit far down my wants list to pay £40 + for the 1979 release. That's not to say it's not a very good record, it is and one which is guaranteed to get you grooving.
On the flip side of the Inferno release is a girl group track utalising the backing track from I really Love You more which I really can't listen to as I keep expecting the backing vocals from the Jimmy Burns track come in and it really infuriates me when they don't.
There is only one thing worse than a middle-aged man with no where to go on a Friday night and that is to be a middle-aged man with somewhere to go on a Friday night, I for one really can't be arsed. But tonight I have to go to the 21st birthday party of my favourite nephew. Some of you may recall his 18, yeah the one where none of the girl friends were invited as "all they do is cause bother". I think tonight's event will be slightly different. But one thing's for sure that in being amongst the bright and not so bright young things the age old adage about youth being wasted on the young will probably be muttered by at least one of us over the hill used to be's and the rest of us will look on jealously wishing it was us doing it all over again, One plus point is that Lewis, as attested by his attending the Orb with me and going to the Sub Club often, likes a bit of techno, so the tunes should be good at least unntil the over 40s have had enough drinkand start moaning that they want something to dance to and the old favourites, ie the worst of the 80 and 90s will get an airing and it will turn into a bit of a nostalgia fest.
Still, I have the football to look forward to at the weekend. I say look forward to, what I mean is dread as we were gubbed three nil on Tuesday night in Brechin. So it is not looking good for tomorrow's home game against Stenhousemuir who humped us five nil in December and then 4-2 in January. The joys!