Tuesday 31 August 2010
I'm off to Madrid in the morning for four days of fun and frolicks, not.
Four days of long hours pouring over the minutiae of protocols and coming to the conclusion that things aren't going to be as easy as people thought they would be.
Here is another belter of a northern track from the essential, For Millionaires Only cd from Goldmine.
The Magnetics - Heart, You're Made Of Stone
As I alluded to a couple of months ago, when I was a youngster I had a fondness for what was then called Heavy Metal. The big influence was my older cousin Stuart who was into all of that stuff and by the time I was in 2nd year at high school he had already taken me to see Whitesnake, UFO and Motorhead at the legendary Glasgow Apollo.
By this time however I had moved away from the NWOBHM to the older hippy shit of Hendrix, Love and Janis Joplin through the influence of a couple of 5th year guys I started hanging about with. They also got me into later day Deep Purple. I had never been the biggest fan of Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan et al but Jim reassured me as he gave me the Come Taste The Band album that this was different and he was right, out went all of the pomp and theatrics associated with Blackmore and in it's place were some funky riffs and some restrained vocals from David Coverdale.
I decided to find out more about Tommy Bolin and discovered that he had OD'd the year after this album had been produced, 1976 at the age of twenty five. He had produced 2 solo albums Teaser and Private Eyes which both showed how versatile a guitar player Bolin was and what a waste of talent.
Not the normal sort of thing that is posted on this blog but here is my favourite track of Bolin's Teaser album.
Tommy Bolin - Wild Dogs
Monday 30 August 2010
This is a really lazy post but the band are definitely worth checking out.
A couple of weeks ago I got a mail from the Morlocks PR including the track post below. Here is an extract from the press release.
"The Morlocks Play Chess sees these Los Angeles garage-rock stalwarts paying their respects with appropriate raucous abandon to one of the most crucial body of recordings in the American popular music canon. The original Chess releases by now-legendary Blues, R&B and Rock ‘n’ Roll artists like Howlin’ Wolf, Bo Diddley and Chuck Berry among others was the primary inspiration to a generation of young British musicians who’d constitute the “British Invasion,” i.e. the Rolling Stones, Yardbirds, Pretty Things and countless others. The English in turn influenced and encouraged white American teens to follow in their footsteps creating the genre that came to be known as “Garage-rock.” A few years later Garage-rock aficionados would jump start the music revolution we now know as “Punk.” All these artists either covered or reverently “appropriated” the riffs, song structure, primal rhythms and fierce lyric stances of those Chess recordings. Not a single one among them would every claim they’d done it one whit better. The Morlocks hope to bring new attention in the 21st century to this powerful and seminal body of work."
I've listened to the album and it ain't half bad. If you are into scuzzy retro garage rock then this will be right up your street.
The Morlocks - I'm A Man
This Love Is Fucking Right was the first release from the New York then 3 piece The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart on Cloudberry records in May 2007 and is a wonderful piece of thrashy indie pop which bears a more than passing resemblance to the sound of early Wedding Present singles. However if you take the lyrics literally then the song is a bit dodgy. In an interview Kip Bergman stated the song wasn't about incest but was a reference to a Field Mice song called This Love Is Not Wrong. Irrespective of what the lyrics actually mean the track is a cracking 3 minute slice of indiepop.
Since the release of this ep,the band have gone on to release another ep, 6 singles and an eponymous album in 2009 on Slumberland.
The ep came out as a very limited (100 copies, mines is 61) 3" cd, the 13th release Cloudberry is a DIY indie pop label that specialise in limited run 3" cds and 7" vinyl singles by new bands who sing about unrequited love. In the past they have released singles by The Manhattan Love Suicides, Celestial and The Jealous Sea. All of singles come in beautiful hand made, individually numbered sleeves and are worth collecting for the sheer aesthetic value. If your into indie pop at all then it would be well worth your time to check out the website here.
The Pains of Being Pure at Heart - this love is fucking right!
Sunday 29 August 2010
A bit of dub for a Sunday.
Errol Walker also know as Bagga Walker is a multi-instrumentalist who has worked with the likes of King Tubby, Jimmy Cliff and on this track Lee Perry. John Public can be found on the excellent Lee Perry Arkology boxset.
Errol Walker - John Public
Saturday 28 August 2010
A complete change of pace today.
I first became aware of Jaymay when she was supporting Isobel Campbell at the Liquid Rooms in Edinburgh in 2006. Although trying to hear her through all of the ignorant bastards who talked continually through the whole set was challenging to say the least.
I was sufficiently impressed with what I heard that I sought out the ep Sea Green, See Blue her only release at that point which I really enjoyed and then bought the album Autumn Fallin' when it was released in 2007, however I have not been able to catch her live again.
Jaymay is from New York and I suppose you could catagorize the music as folk and there have been comparisons with Regina Spektor but apart from the fact that both are female and both sing the comparison doesn't stand up for me. One thing for sure is that she has a thing about colour as at least five of the tracks that I have have a colour in the title. She also has a weird sense in what she goes for in a guy, I ask you what kind of woman searches out men in corduroy?
Jaymay - Corduroy
Jaymay - Gray or Blue
Friday 27 August 2010
Well you can dance to this if you want, I however have no idea how you would go about dancing to drum & bass as I've never been to a drum & bass night. I prefer to listen to it either through headphones or with the volume cranked right up so that the walls start to shudder.
Photek is the alias of one Rupert Parkes who has been making what would come to be termed as drum n bass since 1992. In the mid 90s he released some absolutely brilliant 12" singles such as Rings Around Saturn, The Seven Samurai and Hidden Camera. Parkes' style was to use atmospheric samples and bits of jazz noodling with mental drum patterns and huge bass sounds.
UFO was the double a side of Rings Around Saturn and was released in 1995. It starts with a real sample of the dialogue between two American soldiers who appear to be encountering a UFO while stationed in the UK. This single was definitely of it's time as this was when the X Files popularity and interest in everything extra terrestrial was at it's height.
If you like the track, the best thing to buy would be the Form and Function album which collects together all the early singles and remixes of these tracks.
I think that it is an absolutely brilliant track.
Have A Good Weekend
Photek - UFO
Thursday 26 August 2010
Getting back to the subject of being a music snob. We were at a barbecue at some friends house last Saturday evening so the full horror of the autumn TV schedule failed to register with me until Sunday evening.
I was sitting at the laptop in the cupboard come office when I heard the strains of a cat being castrated without anaesthetic coming from the next room. I popped my head round the door to find out what the fuck could be making that kind of racket to see L and M captivated in what I quickly realised was the return of the TV programme I despise above all others with the possible exception of perhaps Pets Do The Funniest Things.
Fucking marvelous, I thought to myself as I shrunk back into my bunker, four months of poor misguided fools, all with a sad story to tell murdering old soul classics and "reinterpreting" million plus selling pop songs. All while the Great Satan looks on from behind his desk with that smug look which can be translated "I can't believe I'm getting away with this yet again, ker ching" and his minor demons bickering amongst themselves and occasionally weeping at one of the sad stories.
And this is where my troubles begin. I know that millions of people get pleasure out of watching what in my opinion is absolute garbage. But, who am I to tell others that what gives them pleasure is vacuous nonsense.
I have heard people talking bollocks about how good such and such was at covering Hallelujah for the umpteenth time and had to stop myself from sneering and feeling superior. After all I know that the only worthy cover of that song is by Kathryn Williams.
So I try to vent my disdain at the judges and the poor unfortunates that actually perform for the entertainment of the masses.
I have and I hate to say it, nothing but contempt for the contestants on this programme because in my opinion and based on the facts presented, the majority are there simply to be famous not for a love of music or the joy of singing. I may be wrong but I don't think so. I am sick of hearing "PLEASE, Simon, this means the world to me", really more than your kids, your family, stop deluding yourself and realise you are a plumber or call centre employee and not a fucking pop star who hasn't been spotted yet.
Which brings me on to the thing that disgusts me the most about the X Factor, the way that the producers prey on the delusions of people who are not of sound mind and then show them being laughed at by the audience and put down by judges. How do these people who don't have that firm a grip on reality feel when it dawns on them that they have been held up to the ridicule of the millions that watch this programme.
But again, it comes back to the fact that the programme would not be made if the contestants weren't there clamouring for their 15 seconds of fame and it certainly wouldn't be aired if nobody watched it.
So once this rant is finished I will desist from commenting on the programme further and will allow others, however misguided they may be to enjoy this guff without any comment from me
Ballboy - Avant Garde Music
Wednesday 25 August 2010
At the weekend there was an article in The Guide in the Guardian about Northern Soul. When I picked it up over the kitchen table on Saturday morning and saw the cover I gave a kind of cynical grunt. Here we go again, some misguided souls are trying once more to turn the scenesters onto northern soul. It is a prospect that fills me full of dread, people who last month were into crunk or whatever the media had fed them as the sounds to be heard talking about listening to, will be going down the charity shop trying to find an original Adidas or Gola holdall which they can then fill with their vest tops, high-waister trousers and dodgy cd compilations.
I had to check myself, as that alter ego of mine the music snob was coming to the fore. Didn't I post more than my share of northern tracks on my blog in order to turn people onto the pleasure that can be attained through listening and dancing to the 4/4 beat of tracks like What, Seven Days is Too Long and Love Factory to name but three. Am I not being just a little bit hypocritical here? I asked myself.
I really hate when I start to act like a holier than thou music snob, it really isn't a trait that endears you to anyone except others who like to think that their taste is that much better than everybody else. The type that believe that in knowing who produced the b-side to a long deleted, over rated, obscure , only ever available in Detroit for 2 short months during 1965 7" inch single puts them on a par with Einstein. So I will try to be a little less cynical and agree that anything that turns people on to the joy of northern soul is a good thing and it means that some people may eventually receive the plaudits and royalties that they deserve.
However, we have all seen this phenemenon before, every couple of years somebody thinks that it is time for Northern Soul to become hip and we have to endure adverts for shit chicken, dodgy banks and even dodgier wine being soundtracked by one northern soul classic or another.
There is hope however.
Not one of these campaigns has been that successful, yes there have been the extremely shady Now That's What I call 100 Northern Soul classics cd compilations and the obligatory Keep The Faith T-shirts on show but the fad never seems to last.
I have a theory as to why this happens and it is that you can't just poke your big toe in northern soul you have to immerse your whole body in it. There is that much of it that it will take you a life time to get to grips with it and it is not something to dabble in. The other reason is, and I'm not being a music snob about this but it is an acquired taste. I have friends who like most of the music I like but who don't see the fascination in the 4/4 beat or the endless lyrics about love and loss and baulk at the idea of paying anything from twenty to hundreds of pounds for a 7" inch single. I sometimes pity these individuals but cannot condemn them for not liking it.
So hopefully after a few months of the two films on the subject being released and some toe curling use of some classic tracks in adverts or even worse music to accompany footage of over priced footballers with not an ounce of the talent of say, Jackie Wilson, putting the ball in the back of a net, northern soul will go back to doing what northern soul does best hyping up old soul tunes to stupid buggers like me who will pay over he odds for singles that are older than a lot of the people buying them.
Anyway here is Edwyn Collins' homage to all things Northern
Edwyn Collins - Keep On Burning
Tuesday 24 August 2010
I've always thought that the Soup Dragons were unfairly tagged as bandwagon jumpers in 1990 when I'm Free hit the charts. As at the tail end of 1989 the promo of Mother Universe was circulating around the indie disco nights and the song certainly declared the direction in which the band were moving.
I'm not trying to say that their stuff is up there with the likes of Loaded or Come Together but when I hear the argument that they were copying Primal Scream I get rather annoyed as at the time of Mother Universe's initial airings, I don't think anybody other than Weatherall and probably Primal Scream had heard the masterpiece which is Loaded.
Anyway, here is a track from the Soup Dragons from 1992 which still makes me want to dance when I hear the intro and has absolutely nothing to do with the witterings above.
The Soup Dragons - Divine Thing
Monday 23 August 2010
While clearing out a load of old books yesterday I found the above picture of my Vespa Grand Sportique I had when I was 17. Not the best of pictures but I don't tend to keep photos so it's probably the only one I still have.
When I got this scooter it came with front crash barriers with 12 mirrors attached and a whip ariel, which were quickly binned. I loved the chrome panels and the King and Queen seat on that scooter and it used to make this lovely distinctive ring ding ding noise when you revved up the throttle.
The Who - I've Had Enough
Sunday 22 August 2010
Just trying to tidy up my itunes, I have a fair amount of pish on there that I don't remember downloading, uploading, ripping or whatever.
I found this brilliant track by The Lost Patrol which I'm sure I downloaded from the always intriguing Nevver website a good couple of years ago. Don't know anything about the band but wonder if they are named after the John Ford film staring Boris Karloff? Just googled them and the wiki page categorises their music as surf-a-billy, a new one on me but highly accurate in relation to Shimmy.
The Lost Patrol - Shimmy
I have been thinking a lot recently about scooters and in particular getting my hands on a fully restored Lambretta GP. I realise that the sight of an overweight middle aged man riding one would induce hysterical laughter from most people, the trouble is I really don't care, as I type this I can smell the 2stroke oil and hear that tinny, some would say rather feeble sounding whine of the engine.
I have the remains of a Vespa P200e rusting away in one of S's many sheds but the prospect of months of work in a cold draughty garage with my head in a Haynes manual isn't really that appealing.
JC, inadvertently fuelled this desire last week when he posted Shall We Take A Trip by Northside. After reading his piece, it got me thinking of an article the Face did years ago on the second wave of the Manchester/baggy bands, such as the afore mentioned Northside, Flowered Up, Eusebio and a few other also rans. From this article it wasn't a giant leap of thought to another article in the magazine, I was an avid reader from early on right up until the end, about the Glasgow Scooter scene, an article I missed out being part of by an hour or so.
From when we all got our scooters, it was a regular occurrence to go into the town of a Saturday, go to Mickey Oats to buy various essential parts for our scooters or if really lucky not need any essentials and therefore spend money on unnecessary shiny accessories. Then it would be off to the Barras, where the mods in our midst would go to the incredibly manky OneUp cafe, while I scoured the record stalls for some bootlegs.
In the late 80's, the head of one of the more infamous scooter clubs in the area opened up a scooter parts shop not far from the Barras and the meat market and we started to get our spares from there, considerably cheaper than Mickey Oates.
One Saturday we arrived to find lots of scooterists milling about outside the shop all dressed in their best gear and their scooters all clean and shiny. When asked what was going on we were informed that some press photographer was coming to take pictures. We decided to hang about but after an hour or so I got bored and decided to ride home and thought nothing more about it thinking that someone was on the wind up only to find out later that it had been true, the photographer had turned up and done his stuff but nobody could remember what mag it was for.
A couple of months later the piece came out in the Face.
This reminiscing has not quelled my desire one little bit for owning another scooter, I realise it is a ridiculous idea and that scooters are nothing but hassle but I don't think that you ever get the bug out of your system, once a stupid bastard always a stupid bastard.
Oh, and if anybody has a copy of that article I would greatly appreciate a scanned copy as I got rid of all my old Face's, Jockey Slut's and the likes 4 years ago when we moved and hate to admit that they went to the local cowp.
The Jam - When You're Young
Saturday 21 August 2010
This came on the ipod yesterday. I've said it before but at the risk of repeating myself, you can keep your Aretha's, Diana's, Martha's et al, Gladys had and still has the best voice out of all of them.
Gladys Knight And The Pips - Best Thing That Ever Happened To Me.
Friday 20 August 2010
When I first heard Mardy Bum by the Arctic Monkeys, I immediately thought of My Girl by Madness. To me the song just sounded like an updating of my favourite Madness track, well if Madness had been northerners and into indie instead of ska but you get my drift don't you?
Madness - My Girl
The Arctic Monkeys - Mardy Bum
Today's track comes courtesy of the Manic Street Preachers. The Manics have always employed the talents of some of the best remixers to add a dance element to their rather earnest polemics to varying degrees of success, The Chemical Brothers did what the Chemical Brothers do to Everything Must Go, not their finest moment if you ask me. Other tracks have been remixed by the likes of Jon Carter, Massive Attack and Felix Da Housekat.
After completion of their last album, Journal For Plague Lovers they decided to let various bands, DJs etc get their hands on the tracks and make of them as was there want. The resulting album, Cooking, Cleaning, Flower Arranging is absolutely brilliant and ridiculously scarce, as only 300 copies were pressed.
With the like of British Sea Power, Saint Etienne and The Fuck Buttons turning in really good tunes but the two stand out tracks are Weatherall's Peeled Apples which has already been featured on this blog and Optimo's (Espacio) Journal For Plague Lovers.What resemblance these tracks bear to the originals I haven't a clue of, as I stopped buying stuff by the Manics long ago and haven't heard the original album.
Optimo is the alias for DJ Twitch and JG Wilkes , two DJs who have run the Optimo (Espacio) night in the Sub Club in Glasgow since 1997 until April this year.
Manic Street Preachers - Journal For Plague Lovers (Optimo (Espacio) mix)
Wednesday 18 August 2010
M went back to school on Monday, it has been a quick 6 and a half weeks. He got up a little less quickly than he has over the past few weeks and was a bit hesitant about getting the uniform on and getting out of the door, more so than my memory of last year and in complete contrast to the year before, his first when he was practically shoving us out of the door.
I have been trying to remember what it felt like going back to school after the holidays and apart from the first day at high school I have absolutely no memories of the first day at school, which troubles me as it either means that I have early onset Alzheimer's or it was so traumatic that I have blotted these experiences from my memory.
It could be that it really wasn't that big a deal which is a distinct possibility as my mother being a teacher most probably didn't hype it up that much as it meant back to the grindstone for her as well, or as she would say "back to pit boots and purridge".
Anyway, thinking of school brought to mind the excellent lyric from the song posted about hearing music in a school bell that I thought was worthy of your attention.
Michael Franti used to front the Beatnigs who I saw support Billy Bragg a long time ago in the Glasgow Pavillion. Then he formed the Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy and since 1994 has been with his band Michael Franti and Spearhead. The track comes from a session he recorded for KEXP and can be found on the rather good first volume of Live At KEXP.
Michael Franti -Never Too Late
Tuesday 17 August 2010
We haven't had anything from "the mighty Fall" on here for a while. I know that some of you are saying thank god,, yes Ctel I was thinking of you but I think that it is time that that robbing git Smith should feature once again.
Here is a track recorded for John Peel on the 26th of August 1981 which would find it's way onto the first truly great Fall album Hex Enduction Hour released the following year.
I have absolutely no idea what Smith is going on about but it is magic, you may disagree but I know I'm right.
The Fall - Winter (Peel session)
Monday 16 August 2010
Well that was the last Blog Rocking Beats, only for now I hope and rather a good night was had by the 3 saddoes playing the records at least. I think most people had a good time, we didn't get any complaints and there was some movement on the floor a couple of times.
Both Mark and Gareth played outstanding sets. For Gareth's playlist head over to HDTOGA. I will try to reproduce Mark's below but I may get a couple wrong as there were a few that were new to me and the second last was an absolute belter.
This time we decided to just go with 3 sets , ANCB starting as he was supposed to go to a family do that night, which he did attend for about five minutes before making it back to the Duck. Gareth was up next and then I finished things off in a rather schizophrenic manner.
I had thought long and hard on the lead up to Saturday about what I was going to play and the order in which it would be played but by the third record, one which I didn't even think I had put in the box and which fitted like a square peg in a round hole all bets were off and from then on in it was anybody's guess where I was going with the tunes. I did play Disco Biscuit Love which arrived on Saturday morning just in the nick of time.
I would just like to thank everybody who has come along and supported the 4 of us over the 3 nights with this vanity project, your attendance was very much appreciated. I would especially like to thank my eighteen year old niece, her boyfriend and their pals who came along and seemed to have a good time. It did lead to a couple of bizarre moments for me and L, especially when S walked in and said "uncle Drew where is Auntie L" not something I ever thought that I would hear in a club in the town.
After we finished myself, L and some friends stayed on for an hour or so at the clubnight Half My Heartbeats which is well worth a visit if you are in the town. After which H drove us home in her car and I felt like a teenager again as due to the numbers I had go home in the boot space.
Although ANCB and Gareth played top tune all night, my track of the night came during the club night when the dj played Men's Needs by The Cribs and at that moment to me just sounded like the best track ever, although I had had quite a few Red Stripes by then.
The Cribs - Men's Needs
Here are the set lists if anybody's interested.
Bobby Womack - Across 110th Street
Fathers Children - Hollywood Dreaming
Ripple - Sure Is Funky
Gwen McRae - 90% Of Me Is You
Benny Golson - I'm Always Dancing
Bill Withers - Everything's Ok (edit)
Empress - Dying To Be Dancing
Jackson 5 I Want You Back
Specials - Gangsters (DJ Reefa edit)
??? - Starlight
DTrain - Music
Roxy Music - Slave To Love (edit)
Dee Dee Sharp - Easy Money
4 Hero - Les Fleur
Spinners - A Shame (edit)
Stevie Wonder - Signed, Sealed, Delivered
Lee Dorsey - Night People
Third Degree - Mercy
Eli PaperBoy Reed (Come And Get It ) Absolute Belter!!!
The Charlatans - North Country Boy
John Schroeder’s Sounds Orchestral: cast your fate to the wind. 1964
Al Hudson & The Partners: spread love. 1978
Diana Ross: surrender. 1971
Patti Drew: hard to handle. 1969
Mama Cass: it’s getting better: 1969
Kenny Dope: can you handle it (part one). 1999
Eruption featuring Precious Wilson: i can’t stand the rain. 1977
Deee-Lite: deee-lite theme (global village mix). 1990
The Saint Orchestra: funko. 1978
Set The Tone: rap your love. 1983
Hey! Elastica: eat your heart out. 1982
The Main T Possee: fickle public speaking. 1983
Fruits of Passion: all i ever wanted. 1985
The Icicle Works: birds fly (whisper to a scream). 1983
The Farmers Boys: for you (dj version). 1983
Friends Again: honey at the core. 1983
XTC: love on a farmboy’s wages. 1983
The Maisonettes: heartache avenue. 1982
Dennis Coffey: getting it on ‘75. 1974(!) + Jane Kemlow: flashlight (acapella). 2001
The Velvelettes: he was really saying somethin’. 1964
Shocking Blue: venus. 1969
Unlimited Touch: i hear music in the streets. 1980
LCD Soundsystem: daft punk is playing at my house. 2005
The Kills: u.r.a fever. 2010
Muskabeatz featuring Biz Markie: body rock. 1997
Sugarhill Gang: rapper’s delight. 1979
Wham!: wham rap! (enjoy what you do) [special U.S. mix]. 1982
Chad Jackson: hear the drummer (get wicked) [radio edit]. 1990
The Special A.K.A. featuring Rico: too much too young (live). 1980
Tom Jones: looking out my window. 1968
Redskins - The Power Is Yours
M.I.A. - Paper Planes
SLF - Alternative Ulster ?
Guillemots - Trains To Brazil
Allo Darlin' - The Polaroid Song
Blondie - Dreaming
The Monochrome Set - Jacob's Ladder
Aztec Camera - Spanish Horses
Real Estate - Fake Blues
Lloyd Cole & The Commotions - Forest Fire (extended)
Bourgie Bourgie - Breaking Point
Belle And Sebastian - Lazy Line Painter Jane
Frankie Valli - The Night
Human Beinz - Nobody But Me
Millie Jackson - My Man's A Sweet Man
DJ Shadow - This Time
South Street Player - (Who?) Keeps Changing Your Mind (Night mix)
Saint Etienne - Kiss And Make Up (12")
New Order - Bizarre Love Triangle (12")
Pale Fountains - From Across The Kitchen Table (12" extended version)
Airport Girl - The Foolishness That We Create Through Love Is The Closest We Come To Greatness
The Jezabels - Disco Biscuit Love
Frightened Rabbit - Head Rolls Off
Camera Obscura - French Navy
The Ronettes - Be My Baby
Little Willie John - Shaking (Lulu Rouge edit)
Imelda May - My Baby Left Me
The Fall - Mr Pharmacist
Pop Will Eat Itself - Beaver Patrol
That Petrol Emotion - Big Decision (extended mix)
Bessie Banks - Go Now
If we weren't as incompitent as we think we were, there will be a rip of the whole night availible at A North Country Boy's site once I get the mini disc player and discs back to him, so keep your eyes peeled.
The title of the track posted this morning kind of sums up how I was feeling yesterday morning after what I thought was a rather splendid night in Glasgow the previous evening, although I really shouldn't drink Red Stripe I always feel like shite the next day.
Today's track is a rather sleazy but absolutely essential edit of a track by Little Willie John an American R&B singer who died in dubious circumstances aged only thirty in Washington State Penitentiary where he was serving time for manslaughter after a fatal knifing following a performance. Not the best way to deal with critics, me thinks.
Little Willie John is probably best know as the first person to record Fever, he took the track to number 24 in the Pop charts in the States in 1956, selling more than a million copies. His songs have been covered by the likes of the Beatles and Fleetwood Mac. The track posted was originally called I'm Shakin' written by Rudy Toombs.
I'm Shakin' has been edited by Lulu Rouge and released on the Edits Du Golem label. Lulu Rouge are possibly the best DJ duo to come out of Denmark due to the fact that they are the only djing duo that I have heard of from Denmark. I have a few of their edits which are all good. They have also compiled various mix cds for the likes of Global Underground and Mambo.
Little Willie John - Shaking (Lulu Rouge edit)
Now tell me you don't feel better after hearing that!
Saturday 14 August 2010
I've always been a fan of Springsteen apart from a couple of years in my late teens when it wasn't hip to admit to being a fan but secretly would still listen to the River or Nebraska but it took me quite a few years, upwards of 15 if I'm honest to revisit Born In The USA. When I thought of the album which was not very often what came to mind was that terrible video for Dancing In The Dark or my misinterpretation of the tub thumping title track.
When I did listen to the album again, if you take away the mid 80s production there are some great tracks on there, in fact the album has three of my favourite Springsteen songs, My Hometown, I'm On Fire and Going Down all of which have been covered to varying degrees of success.
My favourite cover of a Springsteen song, well apart from FGTH's Born To Run, is by the American singer/songwriter Catherine Feeny.
Catherine Feeny - I'm On Fire
BTW - if anybody in the Glasgow area has nothing to do tonight why not pop along to the Flying Duck where 2 nearly and one definitely middle-aged men will be playing some of their favourite records.
Friday 13 August 2010
A few weeks ago, I foolishly stated that I didn't really care to find out that much about the artists producing the tech house and other dance music that I was buying at the moment and that Rising High were correct when they labelled it all "faceless techno bollocks".
Well, that old proviso be careful what you wish for came into effect last week when i bought a couple of brilliant 12" singles. Somebody is definitely taking the piss as both of these twelves come in generic white inner sleeves and hand stamped, one with Voyage Direct series and the other with fb06#.4.26. and that's your lot, the sum total of the information I have on these slabs of vinyl.
Now I know I said that I wasn't that interested in the artist that much but is giving a name to your tracks too bloody much to ask for? Jesus.
Anyway, here is the first track on the second side of the Voyage Direct single, with a little investigation I have ascertained that the record was produced by Dexter and it's called Not The Only Girl ep. As for the other twelve, I can't even be bothered but it is magic.
Dexter - Not The Only Girl Side B 1
Thursday 12 August 2010
We are not going to strike. We are not even having a sit-in strike. Nobody and nothing will come in and nothing will go out without our permission. And there will be no hooliganism, there will be no vandalism, there will be no bevvying because the world is watching us, and it is our responsibility to conduct ourselves with responsibility, and with dignity, and with maturity.
I really don't want this blog to turn into an obituaries column, I'm no Mathew Bannister but I thought that it would be remiss of me not to acknowledge the passing of a hero of mine.
Jimmy Reid was just an "ordinary working man who believed in equality and fairness". I became aware of him through a TV programme in which he travelled around the Soviet Union, a country which for a 15 year old studying the Russian Revolution fascinated me.
I found out that he had led a work in in the shipyards in Govan and asked my uncle Jimmy, who was a figure in the steel workers union around the same time about him and the quote above was the response that he gave me.
From then on I followed Jimmy through his columns in the Glasgow Herald and The Scotsman but drew a line at buying The Sun, I always thought that it a strange decision to write for that paper although I suppose he was trying to convert the readership of the rag to socialism, fat chance.
I didn't agree with all of his columns but his arguments were persuasive and eloquent. I was also dismayed in his decision to back the SNP post 1997, I understood why he did it but just thought it misguided.
In Reid's passing, I think we have lost one of the last heavy weight political activists and politicians we had in Scotland. One thing is for sure Jim Murphy and Nicola Sturgeon and the rest of our representatives couldn't hold a candle to the likes of John Smith, Donald Dewar or Jimmy Reid.
Dick Gaughan - The Freedom Come-All-Ye
Wednesday 11 August 2010
I missed the sad news that Bobby Hebb had died of lung cancer last week.
Hebb is responsible for one of my favourite soul songs, Sunny, although I prefer the Marvin Gaye version of the tune, the Hebb version is nearly as good. Marvin isn't the only person to cover the song, loads of people from Dusty Springfield to Boney M have tried but few none of the other versions I have heard can come close to either the Hebb or Gaye renditions.
There is an apocryphal story that the song was written by Hebb after finding out that his brother had been stabbed to death on 23rd November 1963, the day after John F Kennedy's assassination, as a way of thinking of happier times. Whether there is any truth in the story I know not but the song certainly brings smile to my face and lifts my mood whenever I hear it.
Although Hebb wrote and performed many more songs, it will be primarily for Sunny that he will be remembered, a song that the BMI charted at number 25 in it's songs of the century, not a bad epitaph.
Bobby Hebb - Sunny
Tuesday 10 August 2010
I have always considered James to be a singles band, well singles and T shirts really.
I love most of the singles by the band. From the earliest one I bought What For to the last Just Like Fred Astaire and could listen to Come Home or the much maligned Sit Down over and over again. However when I put an album on I become disengaged after about 3 or 4 songs, don't know if it's Tim Booth's voice or what but more often than not I've turned the album off before getting half way through if on cd or don't even bother turning it over if it's one of the ones I have on vinyl. Even the live Getting Away With It, I don't think that I've listened to either cd in it's entirety at one sitting.
So it is a strange state of affairs when my favourite James track is an album track and also the second last track on the side.
Johnny Yen is from the first James album Stutter and really should have been released as a single as it can hold its own with any of the singles mentioned above. Posted is the live version from the excellent One Hand Clapping album released in 1989 just before James became a nationwide name.
I had some cracking James T-shirts.
James - Johnny Yen
Monday 9 August 2010
Before her incarnation as a 39 nine year old teenage cheerleader. Toni Basil had been an actress, dancer/choreographer and had already tried her hand in the music industry.
In 1966 she sung the theme to a short film Breakaway which sank without a trace until it re surfaced as an in-demander on the Nortern scene in the mid 70's. The song is another northern soul stomper from the pen of Ed Cobb.
Toni Basil - Breakaway
Sunday 8 August 2010
I've spent most of my Sunday night recreating my mid-year review which hadn't been filed where it was supposed to be. I hate doing these fucking documents in the first place but having to do it again has really pissed me off.
I had a great idea for a post for Monday but can't be arsed now as I'm mentally wiped out having to spend time filling a document full of corporate speak in order to justify my existence as payroll number 4705_ _ _ and ensure that I do not end up with an end of year rating as a "fall short".
You will have to make do with a brilliant if very short, extremely rare northern soul single from Joe Hicks.
Joe Hicks - I've Got To Be Free
One of the things that confused me when I first started getting into Dub Reggae was that you would be listening to a compilation of the works of King Tubby, Lee Perry or Joe Gibbs when you would hear something vaguely familiar and you would rush to consult the track listing and be none the wiser as the title, for example Angola Crisis bears no resemblance at all to Uptown Top Rankin'.
Today's posting is a dub of Junior Murvin's Police and Thieves, re-titled Grumblin Dub and credited to the Upsetters. The track can be found on the excellent Arkology boxset.
If you have any interest in the music of Jamaica, I can thoroughly recommend Bass Culture by Lloyd Bradley.
The Upsetters - Grumblin' Dub
Saturday 7 August 2010
Right, there is just a week to go 'til the final (for now) Blog Rocking Beats. After missing the last one while not so slowly cooking in the south west of France, I am really up for this one. We will have a full compliment of bloggers for the first time, as Gareth from How Does That One Go Again? is available. Which means that we will have about 75 minutes each in which to either impress the patrons of the Flying Duck or send them running for the relatively safe haven of Walkabout just round the corner.
I have decided that I will break one of the rules that I imposed upon myself when I first had the idea for this little ego trip. I had two rules, firstly that no matter how stuck I got I would only play one track by each artist/group and the second was that I would only use vinyl as it is the format that I'm most comfortable with and also, it is far easier to play the wrong track on a cd and end up looking like a complete twat.
So next Saturday night I intend to break rule 2 with a song by a rather unknown Australian band called The Jezabels.
Disco Biscuit Love is a track that I have owned in digital form since about October/Nov 2008 when I found it somewhere on the internet. I loved the track immediately, from the opening echoey guitar to the lyrics "he only loves you when he's on pills" and have played it hundreds of times. In my mind it harks back to the type of 80's indie that used to fill the soundtracks of John Hughes teen angst films and I can see Mary Stuart Masterson drumming along or Eric Stoltz dancing rather badly to it.
Anyway, the problem has always been that I only had the track on mp3 and no matter where I looked I could not find it on cd unless I was prepared to order it from Australia.
So what's the problem I hear you ask, burn it to cd and play it that way.Technically I could but being the sad sack that I am I wont do that. So last week I decided to bite the bullet and order it from Waterfront Records in Sydney and on Monday the cd duly arrived. Why had it taken me so long to do this, I though to myself as I ripped open the cardboard box, only to find that the wrong cd had been shipped. The second Jezabels ep, which is very good but does not contain Disco Biscuit Love appeared through the shredded packaging . So I got on the email straight away to Heather at Waterfront records and explained the error and got a reply on Thursday stating that the correct cd had now been shipped.
So, barring any delays with the post, this is one track that I will definite be playing next Saturday Night.
The Jezabels - Disco Biscuit Love
Friday 6 August 2010
Back to 1992, the days of leather trousers and pony tails, neither of which, thankfully I can truthfully say I owned. I was guilty of many a fashion crime in the late 80's, early nineties, at least 3 pairs of dungarees for a start but both of the above were a step too far even for me. All I can say is that some people must have been taking some really mind bending chemicals to think that a ponytail was a good idea.
Today's track comes courtesy of D:Ream, no wait come back, it is good really.
Not really got much to say about it, other than the fact that I really rather liked it and it still sounds quite good to these ears.
Baby June - What's Your Name ( Brassneck mix)
Thursday 5 August 2010
The only positive thing that I can find in the weekly air travel that I am currently doing is that I get to listen to lots of music. It gives me time to listen without interruption and fully to the latest releases that I've purchased or sometimes to just what is thrown up when the iPod is on shuffle.
This week the shuffle picked a song by Ike and Tina Turner that I don't think that I have ever heard before or if I have I never took much notice of it, although I must have had the track for at least ten years.
Tina Turner always conjures up negative connotations for me. When the name is mentioned I think of big hair, the terrible end to the Mad Max series of films but above all one side of the auld firm due to their appropriation of that terrible symbol of all that went wrong with soul music in the 80's, Simply The Best.
However, when you look back to the stuff that she produced in the 60s and 70's on the Sue label with her then husband Ike it is all rather good soul music and she did have a great voice.
The track which came up on shuffle was one of the tracks that the Turners recorded during the sessions with Phil Spector which produced River Deep - Mountain High.
A Love Like Yours (Don't Come Knockin' Everyday) was recorded in 1966 and was released on Phillies Records, the 135th release on the label. It is full of the bombast and wall of sound that you would expect from a Spector production. My copy is on the 4 cd boxset Back To Mono which is the definitive compilation of the convicted murder's work.
Ike & Tina Turner - A Love Like Yours (Don't Come Knockin' Everyday)
Monday 2 August 2010
I was never the biggest fan of Deacon Blue. I think that my view was tainted when I saw them early on at Motherwell Civic Centre when they decided to murder Julian Cope's Trampoline.
Ricky Ross always struck me as a bit of a smug prick as well.
But if the truth be told I think that the main reason I didn't like them had more to do with the fact that they were far too popular round these parts for the evolving music snob within me
One thing that I couldn't argue with was that they wrote some cracking songs, such as Dignity, Real Gone Kid, Wages Day and possibly a dozen or so more. And in Raintown they had a debut album which might not merit comparisons with Psychocandy and The Velvet Underground & Nico but which is still a better than average first attempt.
Here's my favourite track and lead single from their third album, Fellow Hoodlums.
Deacon Blue - Twist And Shout
Swiss Adam posted The Fun Boy Three last night and as soon as I saw the post this song popped into my mind not the superior Fun Boy Three version but this rather anaemic version by the Go-Go's.
The song was written by Terry Hall and Jane Wiedlin and is the first track on the Go-Go's album, The Beauty And The Beat. In 2000 Rolling Stone put this in their top 100 Greatest Pop Songs Ever, the song is good but not that good, I could probably list a hundred Motown and Stax songs which are superior to this (no offence Terry), which just reinforces my view that Rolling Stone was always shit.
I had a mate at school, whose dad ordered Rolling Stone from John Menzies (we're talking the mid 80's) and remember reading it and thinking, this is pish, then again the guy mentioned did have albums by Melanie and the Grateful Dead and on their annual two week vacation to Florida would tape Radio M.O.R or whatever the fuck it was called and B would make me sit and listen to it upon his return which was always a joy and just reinforced my love of Billy Bragg and Roddy Frame, but I digress.
The Go-Go's - Our Lips Are Sealed
and when we're on the subject of go-go girls
Frightened Rabbit - Go-Go Girls