Some great new tunes from The Moment frontman, Adrian Holder. You're gonna (crash) and Queen Of Battersea boast some hard edged guitar, soulful vocals and infectious melody that will get the feet tapping and the hips shaking.
You can hear both songs on his Soundcloud. His My Space page features some of his best tunes from recent years, including the excellent Goodbye Tuesday which appeared on Biff Bang Pow's Shimmy compilation in 2007.
If anyone needed reminding about the importance of The Moment, look no further than the My Space page dedicated to their legacy. And, from the archives, this is Adrian's interview with Sohostrut in 2006.
They are described as "having a sound and energy reminiscent of The Buzzcocks", with other influences cited as The Clash and The Ramones. Find out more at their Facebook page.
They have been part of the Uprising Tour 2012 and, if this is anything to go by, I would hazard a guess that we might be hearing more from them in the not too distant future.
Now that the festive build up is over, it is time to look ahead to the new year. There is plenty of great music out there - new, original sounds being made by bands with soul, flare and imagination. This seems an appropriate moment to feature a few of them.
To start off with, how about a listen to The Repeat Offenders. They hail from Aylesbury in Buckinghamshire and band members are Andrew Ruddick (vocals,guitar), Graham Holmes (bass), Steve Knock (drums) and Newt Putt (lead guitar). Their tunes include future anthems Dirty Stop Out, Fade Away and Perplexed Mind.
You can find their website here, their My Space here - and, of course, they rock.
First of all, came the news of the death of Gerry Anderson, whose work was a key element in my formative years. From Supercar through Fireball XL5, Stingray, Captain Scarlet, Joe 90, UFO, and Space 1999, his visions of the future were inspirational. He died over Christmas at the age of 83. This is arguably his most successful creation, and the one for which he is best known.
Second, when I graduated to musical inspiration, and discovered the sweet sounds of soul, Rescue Me was a song that could be relied upon to get my feet moving. It is one of the most uplifting tunes ever recorded, in my book. So it is with sadness that I read that Fontella Bass is no longer with us, having gone to the great dancefloor in the sky at the age of 72. This is the tune in question.
It's time to put the Festive Twenty Five to bed. For the record, the tunes selected in the run up to Christmas, in honour of the late, great John Peel, were these:
1 December - In The City - The Jam
2 December - Police And Thieves - Junior Murivn
3 December - No Time To Be Shy - Wideboy Generation
4 December - The Contessa - DC Fontana
5 December - Time For Action - Secret Affair
6 December - Superfly - Curtis Mayfield
7 December - Baby I Need Your Loving - Four Tops
8 December - Maybe Tomorrow - The Chords
9 December - Twisted Beginnings - Illegal Notes
10 December - Stay With Me - The Faces
11 December - Hurricane - The Prisoners
12 December - Baltimore Is The New Brooklyn - J C Brooks And The Uptown Sound
13 December - Biff Bang Pow - The Creation
14 December - Into Tomorrow - Paul Weller
15 December - Love Will Keep Us Together - James Taylor Quartet
16 December - The Jean Genie - David Bowie
17 December - All Or Nothing - Small Faces
18 December - Spark To Start - The Spitfires
19 December - Get It On - T Rex
20 December - Millions Like Us - Purple Hearts
21 December - All The Young Dudes - Mott The Hoople
22 December - Keep On Keepin On - Nolan Porter
23 December - Blue Collar Jane - The Strypes
24 December - I Can't Explain - The Who
25 December - Happy Xmas War Is Over - John Lennon
Crossfire Hurricane was directed by Brett Morgan and tells the story of The Rolling Stones from their incarnation to the present day. There is commentary from the surviving members of the band, along with Bill Wyman and Mick Taylor, as well as archive fly on the wall footage that is informative, amusing and intimate. The clips from the Brian Jones era are particularly impressive.
It may be fifty years since they emerged to capture the imagination of a generation but, as this documentary reminds you, that fact doesn't matter in the slightest. The attitude, demeanour and swagger demonstrated here is timeless. As is the music, of course. And the release of the new compilation Grrr! is turning the new breed onto the band's prowess.
Essential viewing for anyone with the slightest interest in The Rolling Stones.
The band's website is worth checking, along with their page at the Fred Perry Subculture website.
Spark To Start/Sirens is the most exciting pair of tunes I've heard from a new band for some time. And the video more than does it justice. Here it is.
First impressions are that it boasts a harder sound than some of their earlier material. That doesn't surprise me. When I caught them a couple of years back, playing at the Pulse festival in Nottingham, they certainly packed a punch. That is the mood that greets you here.
The title track gives a strong indication of the album's direction with a solid slice of rhythm and soul and Ian Page's urban poetry about life, youthful innocence and the city's underbelly. Walk Away is a song that grows on you with every play, complete with some top notch brass. And the r&b classic, I Don't Need No Doctor, which was covered by Humble Pie amongst others, is given a full on treatment. The ending is particularly strong, showcasing an on fire slice of Dave Cairns guitar - which is a feature of the album - and some top drawer Hammond.
Turn Me On and Land Of Hope find the band firing on all cylinders, while one of my favourite tunes here, Soul Of The City, has a smoky edge that drags you into its enclave. In My Time, with its vintage Cairns lyric, is one of the album's stand outs. I have seen comparisons mentioned with the Quadrophenia album and I can understand why. But that shouldn't take anything away from the originality of the tune, which is tough, thoughtful and gritty, and a great example of a band on form.
Soho Dreams is a lot more than the return of one of my favourite eighties bands. It is a fresh, original album in its own right, with songs that have something new to say about contemporary Britain. In short, it is one of the soundtrack albums for the latter half of 2012. I hope there's more to come.
Pentagram Man is a collection of six tunes, all of which demonstrate a development of the group's sound. The strong sixties influence remains but it has become more sophisticated, with a nod to 1966 rather than 1964. It features layers of musical textures that get inside your mind and start the feet moving in equal measure. A prime example is the title track. Check how the guitar and Hammond intertwine with the pop flavoured vocals. And I love that outro.
Then there's the Tamla Motown style introduction of Devil Angel, which leads into a captivating torch singer vocal from Turner. It works perfectly and is perhaps my favourite tune on the album. What Would It Take is a entrancing ballad which has a folky, Summery feel, with picked acoustic guitar and strings and other musical delicacies in the background.
Satisfied (Part One) is a stylised re-working of one of the most memorable tunes from their first album Six Against Eight. I'm pleased they explored it again because the result, featuring stripped down instrumental arrangement and a vocal from Scott Riley, who wrote the song, is an impressive piece of bluesy soul. It is followed by Sighed DC, an eight minute psychedelic extravaganza, featuring spoken samples, rhythmic patterns, a harp and other delights.
The final tune is a reprise of the title track, this time sung by sixties icon Don Fardon. It is a fitting conclusion, combining the influences that make up the album and adding another perspective to the tune.
Of additional interest are the sleeve notes on all things psychedelic, penned by Peter Daltrey of Kaleidoscope. They are apt because Pentagram Man is a tour de force of psychedelia. Well worth adding to your collection, in fact.
Pentagram Man is available from http://www.dcfontana.com/shop/. It can also be downloaded from iTunes. We're also told that a 7" single from the ep will be released on Heavy Soul VERY shortly!!!
There's the thud of a bass line, followed by a touch of Hammond and then the drums and choppy guitar kick in. A couple of bars later, the vocals come through, loud and strong and clear, telling us that "by now you should know what's right/by now you should know what's wrong". They are lyrics that ring out with truth and passion, a clarion call for a fired-up generation.
They call it "the sound of young Britain" and, right now, that description seems apt. This is a band who know where they're going, what they want. They speak for an age that is staring the economic scrap heap in the face, yet refuses to be bowed. Like their cultural predecessors, their minds are focussed and their attitudes are intact. And they're doing it all as sharply as the creases in their neatly pressed strides.
In short, The Spitfires' brand new single breathes fresh air into a stagnant musical landscape, at the same time sneering at societal conformity and negativity. Frontman Billy Sullivan delivers his social commentary on both tunes with feeling, attacking his guitar with venom, backed admirably by Sam Long on bass and Matt Johnson on drums. There's a little bit of ska in there, some rock and roll anger, and more than a little soul. All in all, there's a strong heritage in the mix, delivered with a style that is all their own.
There's also a video on the way soon, which should be well worth a look, if the photos that have emerged of the filming are anything to go by. Like the great bands before them, this is one that takes sartorial excellence as serious as musical, which is evident from a feature in style blog Daisy Do's. It features a photoshoot from the filming of the video. Check the Fred Perry, the loafers, the boating blazer, the harrington. Seriously great clobber from where I'm sitting.
On this evidence, The Spitfires could be your new favourite band. They are mine.
Spark To Start /Sirens was recorded at Paul Weller's Black Barn studio, produced by Charles Rees, and mixed at RAK studios. It is released on 12 November, with a limited run of cds available from the band's website. It will be available to download on iTunes, Amazon and Spotify.
This post is a little bit belated but I wanted to do its subject justice. I’ve been living with the debut album from Jake Bugg for a week now. In that time, it has gone straight to the top of the album chart, beating off more populist rivals. The man has also received accolades from rock and roll luminaries and has been the feature of a photoshoot for FHM. I’ve listened to each of his self-penned tunes many times. So what’s the verdict?
Let’s step back a bit, to when Jake Bugg first came to our attention. His was a voice that sounded raw, alive and young, and very bluesy, as if it came from the Mississippi Delta, not the Midlands. And there were more than a few traces of the young Bob Dylan in the phrasing and tone. The lyrics dealt with personal, common place events, suggesting a maturity that could perhaps take the format of the three minute pop song and create something a little bit new with it.
Those early tunes are, of course, contained in this selection. The opener, Lightning Bolt, will be well known to aficionados. Lyrically it is so personal that its appeal is universal and the straight ahead approach works perfectly. Taste It describes that unique transition of adolescence, where the future opens up, with all the possibilities it entails, yet is tinged with bittersweet regret. Country Song is slower, revealing a more plaintive mood, whilst Trouble Town documents graphically Britain from the underside. Like the voice, it could almost have come from the deep south in the twenties - but it’s totally contemporary. Country blues meets broken Britain, with a kick.
The elements that made those earlier songs so memorable are here right across the album - the social commentary on tunes such as Ballad of Mr Jones and Seen It All, the lyrical virtuosity on Simple As This and the sensitivity of slower songs such as Broken and Slide. Note To Self is a lesson in personal belief, of definite relevance in an increasingly competitive world, and I love the solo, almost reggae, touches of the closing song, Fire.
The theme of escape from the past is strong here, particularly on Trouble Town and also on my personal favourite, the last single, Two Fingers. It‘s there in the same way as it was on Definitely Maybe, in the film Cemetery Junction, or at the end of Absolute Beginners. Casting off, starting again, moving off down the road that will lead you towards a new vision. But not forgetting everything, or everyone - “the best people I could ever have met”.
Jake Bugg has produced an album that chronicles Britain today, warts and all. But he does so in a way that adds hope to the mix, a route map to follow your dreams. He might just be the poet laureate of the new wave of British guitar music. I, for one, hope this album is just the beginning.
Can they still cut it? That's what you're asking yourself as you come downstairs, put on some toast, make a strong coffee. You're checking out your phone, trying to tune in to Radio 2. You haven't listened to morning radio since those fabulous Gallagher boys were releasing their first tunes back in the nineties and you're pretty sure you need to download an app. What happened to simply turning on the radio? You kick yourself for being so unashamedly last-century. But none of that matters because, in a few seconds, the app is downloaded and you're listening to Mr Evans' dulcet tones, just as you did all those years ago.
But who cares about that. All you're thinking about right now is the band who used to be called Little Boy Blue And The Blue Boys, many decades ago. The veterans of the Crawdaddy, the ones who played that legendary show at Hyde Park in 1969, who worked their magic at Villa Nellcote in 1971. Is it possible that these sixties survivors have made a record that sounds contemporary, relevant and powerful?
Sometimes you know from a song's first moments that it's going to be good. Some strong, slightly distorted, chords come straight at you out of the speaker. Then Jagger starts to tell a story of a dream he had and how "all around is doom and gloom". It's a bit like the news every night on the television, you think to yourself, the downbeat mood you feel on the street. Paint It Black for the twenty first century. But with a sneer, a swagger and a twinkle in the eye that says, in no uncertain terms - forget depression, lets dance.
And that's what you're doing now. Grooving round the kitchen, first thing in the morning, with a coffee in your hand and a slice of pure, unadulterated bluesy rock and roll in your head, your soul and your beating heart. One that beats just that little bit faster than it did a a minute ago.
Who'd have thought it, after all these decades. Put it this way. Imagine you're in 1976. Someone tells you that, in 2012, The Stones will produce a tune that is powerful, raw, with lyrics that have contemporary resonance. And, at the same time, Johnny Rotten will be advertising butter. Would you have believed them? Me neither.
If Street Fighting Man and Gimme Shelter summed up the world of 1968/69, Doom and Gloom does the same for 2012. It all sounds totally of now. It shows that Mick and the boys have their fingers very much on the pulse. In short, it's a bolt out of the blue and a breath of fresh air at the same time. And all you want, right now, is to hear those chords blast out of your stereo. Let's play it again.
Since then, the performance has found its way onto cd and a limited edition of 500 copies were released on ebay. I don't know how many copies are left but it is still listed. If you haven't got a copy, and have an opportunity to get one, my recommendation is to jump at the chance. It has to go down as one of the best live albums ever made. The quality of the playing from Stone Foundation is inspirational, while Nolan Porter demonstrates that he still has everything that made him a star back in the seventies.
From the opening bars of To Find The Spirit, the vibe is uplifting. The classics are all there - Keep On Keeping On, If I Could Only Be Sure, the aforementioned Fe Fi Fo Fum. Then there great tunes such as Somebody (Somewhere)Needs You and Crazy Love. And the version of the Stone Foundation's own Tracing Paper is spot on.
Sometimes, a particular show gains legendary status, gaining a reputation beyond the immediate vicinity of the night in question, forging its own musical territory and influencing a whole generation of connoisseurs. Bob Marley at the Rainbow comes to mind, as does the Sex Pistols at the Lesser Free Trade Hall in Manchester. Nolan Porter with Stone Foundation at the 100 Club may well be another such example. Get hold of this cd to hear the evidence for yourself.
As guitarist Josh Mclorey explains at the outset, it is their cover of Jack White's cover of a Little Willie John song. It also features another great video from talented young film maker, Finn Keenan. The video comes in the wake of what was, by all accounts, a triumphant, star-studded show at Ronnie Scotts recently.
The Strypes are taking R&B classics and giving them a very strong, contemporary edge. As has been said before, they have a huge future ahead of them. It looks like it might be starting to kick off for them, which is very good news indeed.
He has a photoshoot in FHM this month where he dons his harrington and his impeccable street style. Equally importantly, he has a new album out soon, along with a single Two Fingers. This is the unofficial video. Top drawer, in my book.
Last Minute Glory are a promising young band from Edinburgh. Comprising Michael Byrne, Chris Karpacz, Lee Brown and Daniel Shearer, they are producing a raft of strong, contemporary pop tunes. Goodbye Sunday opens with some powerful chords, building into an infectious slice of guitar-fuelled pop, with lyrics that sound personal yet have a universal appeal. It's a song that you could very easily find yourself putting on repeat. And I love that bit of feedback at the end.
There are various clips of live performances by the band on You Tube which are worth a look. You can hear Goodbye Sunday at their Soundcloud page and download it from their Facebook page.
In Here Comes The Nice, Jeremy Reed traverses the two disparate time frames with skill. The elements in the near-future setting are ingenious, combining the development of technology, the emergence of the underground post-military Blackjacks and the effects of global warming being felt in the capital.
Contrast this with the mod world, centred around the The Scene club in Ham Yard. The descriptions are detailed, containing large amounts of information about Rolling Stones' early shows at The Scene, John Stephen's concept of "The Look" and Carnaby Street and the sartorial preferences of the original Faces. It is to his credit that Reed includes elements of the gay aspect of the early mod scene - certainly the one evoked here - which can often be overlooked in the contemporary retrospective of the period. I particularly like the recognition of the different strata within the mod movement, from Faces to tickets, which is illustrated in some detail. Then there are the behavioural points, from how to stand in Ham Yard outside the Scene, to what this particular Face does with a drink and a straw when on the edge of the dancefloor.
I also love the fact that Reed takes a particular open air show in 1969 as marking the end of the sixties. The way he describes the audience that day, their clothes, their attitudes, and how this is contrasted with the descriptions of the early sixties, is masterful. It illustrates perfectly how the decade moved by quickly, times changing with hardly anyone seeming to notice - apart from The Face, that is.
The issues that stay with you after reading the book are universal ones. What is the nature of time? Do some eras live forever? Are some influences so strong that they bypass the linear process? It is no coincidence that JG Ballard, himself no stranger to dystopian and time-related fiction, was one writer who endorsed the book. He was right to do so. There are a raft of questions that emerge from this fascinating novel. And, quite apart from that, it is an entertaining read in its own right, especially if you have an interest in the sixties.
To music devotees of a certain generation, Nick Kent is a name that has almost legendary status. Each Thursday morning, a crisp new copy of the NME would fall through the letterbox, containing pieces penned by him, accompanied by a picture of the article's subject, taken by Pennie Smith. According to legend - and confirmed here - one such afficionado was the teenage Morrissey, who would correspond with him on a regular basis. As one who also fell under Kent's journalistic spell, it was with some interest that I picked up this book.
Each chapter in the book deals with a separate year of the seventies. These detail Kent's emergence from precocious middle class schoolboy (from London, via Wales and back again) to NME journo and beyond. We're told how he developed his writing style, to be at the forefront of "new rock journalism", under the tutelage of Lester Bangs. The style is inspired by the Hunter S Thompson gonzo technique, the writer emersing himself in the environment around the music, taking in the vibe and sharing the thrills. Along the way he would hang out with the likes of the Stones (who he had met initially at a gig when twelve years old), Iggy Pop and Led Zeppelin, as well as briefly playing guitar in an early incarnation of what was to become the Sex Pistols.
Kent also dated Chrissie Hynde and one of the most memorable passages is an account of how they connected through a mutual love of the Stooges. As Kent correctly states at one part of the book, he was flying the flag for the punk ethic from the early seventies - long before Joe Strummer or Malcolm McLaren had moved in that direction.
But not all in the garden was destined to be rosy. There is much about Kent's drug addiction and how he descended into virtual squalour as the decade progressed. He also became something of punk's whipping boy, most infamously at the 100 Club in 1976 when he was attacked with a chain by Sid Vicious. The impact of that period plays a significant part in this story.
To his credit, Kent writes about his darker days openly, candidly and, at times, with some humour. His world view comes across as a positive one, without overbearing nonchalance or regret. And the anecdotes are legendary. I particulary like the one about Keih Moon, which chimes with a description of a particular incident in Tony Fletcher's biography Dear Boy.
Apathy For The Devil is, in parts tragic, in others uplifting and inspirational. It must have taken a lot of guts to get all this down on paper for the world to read - the result is one of rock's more memorable memoirs. It is recommended for anyone who remembers Nick Kent, was listening to music in the seventies, or who has an interest in the period. The next stage will be to dig out his collected works - The Dark Stuff - which includes his seminal pieces on Nick Drake, Syd Barrett and Brian Wilson. That is what I intend to do imminently.
The tune is available as a limited edition 7 inch from 27 August. It is available here.
The video, was shot by Liverpool film maker Mark McNulty and is well worth a look. And those Roger McGuinn fringes are perfection itself.
Check out the band here.
The first stage is for videos to be submitted - "your original archive film or footage from 1952 onwards".
The videos so far been submitted posted are on the Fred Perry site. Ranging from short clips in clubs to recent mini-dramas, all have something to say about the brand, the culture and how it inspires subsequent generations.
This is one clip that caught my eye. It is called Recall - Spirit Of The 60's and was produced and directed by Nikki Stevens. It stars Welcome Pariah frontman John Waghorn and music from his band.
The band hail from Bradford and their website says they are made up of Leon on guitar and vocals, Louise on bass and vocals and Adam on drums. They describe their influences as Ride, Phil Spector, The Jesus And Mary Chain and Teenage Fanclub. They also remind me a little of Belle And Sebastian and The Wedding Present.
I love the exuberance of their tunes, the passion, the wistful feel of the vocals. Like the memory of eating candy floss on a beach, with the wind in your hair, and the sound of a guitar in the distance. Find out more about them at their Facebook page. Who says the internet is killing music.
This is The Boy From Outer Space.
So I tune in at 10.05 and am treated to a top drawer performance of tunes from right across Weller's career, from the very first single with The Jam, In The City (I've still got a copy with a battered pic sleeve from 77), through to That Dangerous Age from this year's album Sonik Kicks.
It was a confident set, with the whole band fired up for the occasion. Recent albums were well represented, with tunes including Wake up The Nation, Fast Car/Slow Traffic, When Your Garden's Overgrown and The Attic. Early to mid period Jam songs included a version of Art School from the first album, with vocals shared with Andy Crofts (whose keyboards deserve a particular mention) and the number one single, Start. And his earlier solo career was represented by very strong versions of Into Tomorrow and Foot Of The Mountain.
All in all, possibly the best live stream I've watched. And the congratulations for Bradley Wiggins' gold medal today was a nice touch. I hope Weller will be doing a tour soon because, if this was anything to go by, he will be on top form. The Converse Represent site is worth checking for news of future shows.
Forty years later and Jimmy Cliff is back. He has released an album that takes the vibe of his earlier work and updates it for the twenty first century. Produced by Tim Armstrong, who also plays guitar on the record, Rebirth has that strong, roots feel that so defined seventies reggae. The mood is upbeat and danceable, with some songs containing lyrics of social commentary that put me in mind of Marvin Gaye's What's Going On. Tunes such as World Upside Down and Children's Bread are cases in point. "They took the children's bread", give it to the dogs, making so many peoples' lives so hard".
The single One More will get you on your feet, however hard you try to resist. Reggae Music looks back to 1962 and beyond and Outsider is a celebration of the music and attitude that defines the genre we love in this blog. And the version of The Clash's Guns Of Brixton is quite simply one of the most original and inspired covers I have ever heard.
It all goes round doesn't it, music. Jimmy Cliff inspires a teenage Paul Simenon to pick up the bass guitar and then, all these years later, Simenon's classic tune from London Calling inspires Cliff to produce this cover. Wonderful.
The album is out now and is available at all good record stores and the usual online places. You can, for a time, hear a streamed version at Rdio. This is the Facebook page.
Jimmy Cliff is one of the greats. This album confirms it.
Stone Foundation, of course, have a new album out right now, The Three Shades Of Stone Foundation. Find out more on their website or their Facebook page.
Take a look at this fantastic performance.
Nowhere in the book do we see the dichotomy between the old world and the new so vividly portrayed as in the scene where the unnamed narrator is on Buckingham Palace road and contrasts the "glamour people" at the air terminal on one side with the "peasant masses" on the other - "all flat feet and fair shares and you in your small-corner-and-I-in-mine". And then along come a "troop of toy soldiers", marching down the middle of the road "and playing that prissy little pipe music like a bird making wind".
And our narrator stands and watches and thinks "how horrible this country is, how dreary, how lifeless, how blind and busy over trifles".
That contrast between the two groups is key. Note he refers to the travelling group as "glamour people", not "the rich", or "privileged", nor by an approximation of that horrible phrase of thirty years later "upwardly mobile". It doesn't matter where they're from or where they're going (or even that in a couple of decades his cultural successors would be off on similar journeys to the Balearics and beyond). Neither does it matter what age they are.
This scene sums up for me the changes that were happening in the late fifties, where the world was growing smaller and the old order was getting left behind. Because the whole outlook that MacInnes' character described is classless, rootless and ageless. That's its essence.
Lord developed his style to incorporate blues and jazz and played with bands such as The Artwoods, led by Art Wood, Ronnie's brother, in the early sixties. He also worked as a session musician, appearing on records such as The Kinks' classic You Really Got me in 1964.
He formed Deep Purple in 1968 with guitarist Ritchie Blackmore, singer Rod Evans, bass player Nick Simper and drummer Ian Paice. With this line up, the band had a hit with a cover of Joe South's Hush in 1968 and produced three albums - Shades Of Deep Purple, The Book Of Taliesyn and Deep Purple. Evans and Simper left the band in 1969 and were replaced by vocalist Ian Gillan and bassist Roger Glover.
This was the line up that achieved its international early seventies success with albums such as Deep Purple In Rock, Fireball and Machine Head. Lord's trademark keyboard style was crucial to the band's sound, combining his classical roots with blues and jazz flourishes, giving them an edge in comparison with others of the heavy rock genre. He retained his interest in classical music, composing his Concerto For Group And Orchestra in 1969, which the band performed at the Royal Albert Hall with the London Philharmonic.
Jon Lord sadly passed away today. His influence is considerable. This is Child In Time from 1970.
Babbitt was born Robert Kreinar in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. He studied classical music and double bass as a child but found his true musical home in the Detroit of soul and R&B, where he moved in the late 1950's. He played in clubs and formed The Royaltones, playing live and in the studio with Del Shannon and Stevie Wonder.
He started playing for Motown in 1967. He contributed stellar bass lines to tunes such as Signed, Sealed, Delivered for Wonder, Tears Of A Clown for Smokey Robinson, Midnight Train To Georgia for Gladys Knight and on Marvin Gaye's seminal 1971 album What's Going On. He also played on this powerful anti-Vietnam classic for Edwin Starr.
Bob Babbitt sadly passed away today. His legacy is huge.
Produced by Shel Talmy , The Who’s debut album was recorded, reputedly in seven days, in the Autumn of 1965. The original record showcased early Townshend compositions along with the essential elements of the live R&B set they had honed into shape with residences at venues as disparate as The Marquee in Wardour Street and the Railway Hotel in Harrow. Some of the arrangements have dated, especially the non-originals, the harmonies in particular are of the era. But underneath there is the same raw energy that was to characterise punk a decade later.
There are three R&B covers. “I Don’t Mind” and “Please Please Please” are hard edged versions of James Brown songs, belted out with all the passion that you know they must have had when played live. Daltrey’s over the top vocals on Bo Diddley’s “I’m a Man” have been much discussed. Less often trumpeted is the use Townshend makes of the song as a vehicle for feedback.
One of the highlights is the drumming of the young Keith Moon, which on every track is superlative. Moon hammers his way through, drum roll after drum roll, attacking his kit with venom. He is augmented perfectly by one of the great bassists, John Entwistle, whose playing drives the sound forward. And then there is Nicky Hopkins, who adds his own brand of aggressive piano to the mix.
Talmy had already made his mark on the mid-sixties music scene by his production of The Kinks’ “You Really Got Me”. He was the perfect producer for The Who, possessing an instinctive ability to capture the raw sound rather than attempting to smooth it out. This is particularly effective on the originals. There are three total Who classics on this album. If Townshend’s reputation rested with “The Kids Are All Right” and the stuttering anthem “My Generation”, it would be assured. Not bad for a night’s work – both of these songs were recorded in a single graveyard session on 13 October. Add to this “A Legal Matter”, on which Townshend takes vocals and shows a youthful awareness of the responsibilities of the adult male which he would return to a decade later on The Who By Numbers.
But there are other, less well-known, gems. Daltrey sneers his way through “The Goods Gone”, an end of relationship song par excellence. Townshend’s guitar never sounded so angry, adding brittle chords which attack the mix and drive it through. “Out in The Street”, “Lies” and “Much too Much” are similarly hard. “Its Not True” is one of Townshend’s great lyrics. “You say I’ve been in prison, you say I’ve got a wife, you say I’ve had help doing everything throughout my life”. Rumours and lies. The bane of the urban male.
“The Ox” is proto hard rock. Driven by Entwistle’s bass, it is his finest moment on this album, giving an instrumental showcase for the band to let rip. It is a spectacular achievement. The conclusion, “Circles”, is another highlight, bringing an effective chord progression together with a delivery that works perfectly. I imagine it must have been excellent live.
Could this be The Who’s greatest album? It certainly has a strong claim. This unique band fused the foppishness of the urban English dandy with attitude and aggression. They never did so as effectively as on this album. It is essential.
Note - this article originally appeared some years ago on sohostrut. It seems timely to reproduce it here.
The description of the record is: "A funky drivin' soul tune to kick off summer! Here The Soul Distributors lay down a fantastic groove for the lovely and elegant Kasmira to butter up with that sweet voice of hers."
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Their strapline is "supplying the urgent voice and sound of today and tomorrow" and you wouldn't argue with that sentiment one jot. The band hail from Watford with the line up of songwriter Billy Sullivan on guitar and vocals, Sam Harrington on bass and Henry Frakes on drums. Influences include the likes of The Jam, The Specials, Small Faces, Motown and The Who. Find out more about them at their Facebook and My Space pages.
I love this tune from last years's debut ep "From Cradle To Grave". There's the jagged guitar introduction, the very danceable dub section and lyrics that are spot on, working on the level of both the personal and as a commentary on current society in its wider context. But more than anything it's the energy, the raw power, the heartfelt anger that comes through loud and clear. This band are definitely one to watch.
For anyone with even a vague interest in Keith Moon, this is a treat. Mark Raison at the excellent Monkey Picks blog has landed an interview with Keith's co-conspirator, Dougal Butler. The result is informative, amusing and illuminating - well worth a look, in short.
The new print of the book looks excellent as well - perfect holiday reading methinks!
My favourites include the one where a group of mods hang around outside the venue at The Jam's last ever gig in Brighton in 1982 and "Booty And The Beat", where a young Beatles fan polishes his Chelsea boots. Then there are those which celebrate great moments in Sheffield music history, from Phil Oakey getting his trademark haircut, to a young Alex Turner and his mates musing after a kick around at a local park that they should form a band. His gallery, "A Month Of Sundays", in his native Sheffield, is well worth a visit.
In the wake of the Stone Roses' triumphant return, he has two new pictures for sale. One is an eighties bedroom, where a teenage fan relaxes to the debut album. The other is a portrait of the band as they are now, but with the clever twist that all are donning their eighties clothing. Ian Brown, in particular, wears that top - the one that was such a familiar part of the band's overall look.
Find out more about McKee and his work here.
Features contributions from Robert Elms, Paul Gorman, Norman Jay, Peter York, Russ Winstanley, Lynval Golding, Wayne Hemingway, Eddie Piller and Steve Mason. In picking up British youth culture with authenticity and respect, this series is turning out to be something of a nugget. Recommended.
There are some great tunes in here and archive footage, along with interviews with Kevin Rowland Pauline Black, Lynval Golding, Viv Albertine and more. Well worth a look.
I got my copy more Christmases ago than I dare remember and I still have it, battered, after years of use. It would not be overstating the case to say that it is one of the key albums of my life - and that it still sounds as good today as it did back then, in fact, if anything it has grown in stature and resonance over the years. Its existential portrayal of a sixties mod, fuelled by adrenalin and purple hearts, confused by the world around him, has a universal potency that each new generation can lock into. A little like On The Road, or The Catcher In The Rye, or Absolute Beginners.
So I had high expectations of Friday night's programme on BBC4. I wasn't disappointed. The new documentary took you through the album - its conception, creation, execution - through the eyes of its auteur, Pete Townshend. There were contributions from, amongst others, the man whose vocals never sounded better than on this record, Roger Daltrey, Who aficionado, Mark Kermode, Ace Face and legendary Who fan, Irish Jack Lyons, Townshend's former flatmate and author of the book "Mods", Richard Barnes, and manager Bill Curbishley. The input from recording engineer Ron Nevison, writer Howie Edelson and photographer Ethan Russell (who took those timeless pictures that accompanied the album) was particularly illuminating. And the inclusion of Maxine Isenman and Julie Emson - the mod girls who appeared in those photographs - was genius itself.
Sadly, Terry Kennett - the "mod kid played by Chad" - could not be represented in person, as he passed away in 2011. His presence in those photographs was central. But there was a significant degree of commentary on his behalf, in particular from Isenman, Emson and Russell. The documentary told us how he was discovered by Townshend, a little bit of his background and how he was almost forced to be elsewhere during the shooting. He "stole a bus", as Russell explained, along with a description of how his commitments with The Who led to him being let off at his subsequent court appearance.
Among the points of interest were the fact that the first piece created for the Quadrophenia project was the short story that appeared on the cover of the album, which Townshend wrote one afternoon at his home by the river. I always thought that short story augmented the double album perfectly and set the scene neatly for the music that was to follow. It was interesting to hear about the personal interaction within the band, as well as the isolated vocals and instrumental parts, a good example of which is the riff of 5.15 in its naked form, with the horns (that were such an important part of the overall feel of the album) stripped away. And the conversation about the mod scene involving Lyons, Barnes and Townshend was invaluable, as was Lyons' visit to the legendary Goldhawk, where the band played many of their early shows.
Then there was the tomfoolery of a certain Mr Moon, along with a priceless anecdote about the invoicing arrangements for his Rolls Royce. "What was Keith Moon like in 1973?", asked Daltrey. "A little bit more drunk than in 1972". He added that Moon was "at the top of his game" in 1973/4. Few Who fans would argue with that.
Overall, the documentary is well worth watching for both Who devotees like me and anyone who has an interest in the album. It is available for a period on the BBC iplayer, here:
I've watched it twice. Now it's time to watch it again.
"Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents....".
As well as a screening of the film from 1979 and The Who Live At The Electric Proms, there is a new documentary.
This is what it says on the BBC4 site:
"In his home studio and revisiting old haunts in Shepherds Bush and Battersea, Pete Townshend opens his heart and his personal archive to revisit 'the last great album the Who ever made', one that took the Who full circle back to their earliest days via the adventures of a pill-popping mod on an epic journey of self-discovery.
But in 1973 Quadrophenia was an album that almost never was. Beset by money problems, a studio in construction, heroin-taking managers, a lunatic drummer and a culture of heavy drinking, Townshend took on an album that nearly broke him and one that within a year the band had turned their back on and would ignore for nearly three decades.
With unseen archive and in-depth interviews from Townshend, Roger Daltrey, Keith Moon, John Entwistle and those in the studio and behind the lens who made the album and thirty page photo booklet. Contributors include: Pete Townshend, Roger Daltrey, Ethan Russell, Ron Nevison, Richard Barnes, Irish Jack Lyons, Bill Curbishley, John Woolf, Howie Edelson, Mark Kermode and Georgiana Steele Waller."
Set your sky plus now.
The documentary covered Bowie's Anthony Newley influenced background, through his first solo album on Deram, then Space Oddity, The Man Who Sold The World and Hunky Dory. Bowie's involvement with artists such as Mott The Hoople, Lou Reed and Iggy Pop in the seventies was also covered. There was a good selection of archive footage from throughout his career and comment on his significant influence on future generations.
The other programmes started with The Genius Of David Bowie - a selection of clips from the seventies onward, such as Space Oddity, Queen Bitch and Rebel Rebel, along with performances from those Bowie-influenced artists like Mott The Hoople and Lou Reed. Then there was Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars, the legendary film of the farewell Ziggy performance at Hammersmith Odeon on 1973, and David Bowie At The BBC, a concert recorded at the BBC Radio Theatre.
All in all, well worth a look while the programmes are still available on the iplayer.
The story behind the footage is explained at the outset. Kit Lambert and Chris Stamp were looking for a band to appear in a film they were making on the London mod scene. They happened upon the Railway Hotel one night and caught the band in its early R&B glory. They didn't have to look any further for the band they were seeking - though they did suggest a return to their previous name - The Who - after the brief excursion to the Pete Meaden inspired High Numbers.
The tunes are Jesse Hill's Ooh Pooh Pah Doo and Smoky Robinson and The Miracles' I Got To Dance To Keep From Crying, both of which were by all accounts key mod tunes of the day. There's also a brief shot of the venue itself early on in this footage, which appeared on the gatefold sleeve of the 1971 compilation Meaty Beaty Big And Bouncy. I can't believe this was lost for forty years. I find it inspirational.
When you first open the book, the first thing that hits you is that the manuscript is a single paragraph, with very little conventional punctuation. More importantly from the perspective of the history of the novel, the characters are there with their real names. So, instead of Dean Moriarty, we have Neal Cassidy, and rather than Carlo Marx, there is Allen Ginsberg.
There are also significant differences in the text. Contrary to legend surrounding the non-editing of spontaneous prose poetry, Kerouac clearly made changes (such as adding paragraphs) to ensure publication. As an example of textual alterations, compare the first lines. In the traditionally published version, this reads:
“I first met Dean not long after my wife and I split up. I had just gotten over a serious illness that I won’t bother to talk about, except that it had something to do with the miserably weary split up and my feeling that everything was dead”.
The original scroll, on the other hand, reads:
“I first met Neal not long after my father died…I had just gotten over a serious illness that I won’t bother to talk about except that it really had something to do with my father’s death and the awful feeling that everything was dead”.
I also love editor, Howard Cunnell’s, description, in the “Note On The Text“, of the opening line suggesting the “sound of a car misfiring before starting up for a long journey”.
I find “On The Road - The Original Scroll” to be fresher, more immediate and having a greater clarity than the traditional published version. As the New York Times put it (quoted in the blurb on the back cover) “the sparse and unassuming scroll is the living version for our time”. I cannot recommend it more highly. It is available in paperback at the usual places.
Note - wrote this a couple of years back and it appeared at various places on the web. Re-posted here in view of the release of the film of On The Road this year.
But we're not talking here about past glories. Little Night Terrors are very much of the present and are keeping the rock and roll tradition alive with an infectious, full on sound that combines perfect pop sensibility and straight ahead guitar-fuelled adrenalin - and which is more than capable of blasting through the sea of dross that surrounds us. They've just completed a tour and are busy planning the next. Upcoming dates include Sheffield Tramlines Festival on 21 July and Leicester's Summer Sundae on 18 August. They've also released a couple of top notch singles - Pocket Rocket (Where The Light Is) and The Witches - and are working on another with producer Simon Barnicott.
Find out more on their website and their Facebook page. This is their immensely catchy single Pocket Rocket (Where The Light Is).
The Small Faces were the ultimate mod band. They had the threads, the look, the attitude. And some fantastic tunes to boot. It is a much quoted fact that, unlike some of their peers, they were mods before they came together, the real deal. It is likely that this fact alone accounts for their authenticity and enduring fascination.
They were central to the London of the mid sixties. And like many great bands, they have their legends - particularly front man, East Ender Steve Marriott. How he used to busk at bus stops with a ukulele as a boy, starred as the Artful Dodger in the original version of Lionel Bart’s “Oliver” (it was here that he made his first record) and set fire to a building at school, after which his mother enrolled him at the Italia Conti Drama School. And how he and fellow cockney Ronnie “Plonk” Lane met in the J60 music shop, where Steve was working, in 1965. Ronnie was looking for a bass. He found much more.
Both Marriott and Lane had played in bands already, Steve in The Moonlights, Ronnie in The Outcasts. They clicked immediately. Ronnie took Steve along to a gig which his band of the time, The Pioneers - who had a drummer called Kenny Jones - were playing. Steve and Ronnie consumed copious amounts of whisky. And when Marriott joined the band for a jam, it was a complete riot, which led to the destruction of a piano. The result was that The Pioneers were no more and the three of them decided to get a band together themselves.
With the recruitment of keyboard player Jimmy Winston (who Steve knew from the J60 music bar) the first line up of the band was complete. The Small Faces, as they were now known, on account of the height of the three founder members, embarked on various dates and were soon signed up by Don Arden, one of the key London figures of the sixties. As well as expense accounts at some of London’s most exclusive boutiques, they acquired a record deal with Decca and released their seminal first single on 6 August 1965 - the hard edged mod classic “What’cha Gonna Do About It”. It reached number 14 in the charts.
There was soon a change of personnel, with ex-Boz and the Boz People keyboard player Ian McLagan replacing Jimmy Winston. The reasons for the change are still debated to this day, although Winston was accomplished musically - especially on guitar - and had significant stage presence. The band continued its development and with both lineups produced some of the most accomplished and full on R&B ever played in the UK". Listen to tunes such as “Shake” and “Come On Children” to get a feel of what their live show was all about. As well as Hammond instrumentals like “Grow Your Own”. And they unleashed singles such as “Sha La La La Lee“, “Hey Girl“ and “My Minds Eye“, along with an album “The Small Faces“.
This creative period arguably reached its pinnacle with their anthemic number one in August 1966 “All Or Nothing”, which was released on 5 August 1966, just a day short of a year (and a World Cup win) after their debut. It remains for me one of the defining moments of the band‘s career. But things were starting to cool with their management. There were financial arguments and they wanted more say in their creative output. In 1967 The Small Faces signed for Andrew Loog Oldham’s agency and Immediate record label. It was here that they developed their style, as they focussed less on playing live and more on their new found freedom in the studio. Their first single for Immediate was brilliant. “Here Comes The Nice” a drug referencing anthem, one of their most enduring tunes.
It was followed by a succession of classics. "Tin Soldier" was one of their towering achievements, an inspirational piece of soulful rock, with P P Arnold on backing vocals. "Itchycoo Park" became the band’s most famous tune, finding its way onto a host of compilations, in spite of its obvious drugs overtones. And then came their finest hour. "Ogdens’ Nut Gone Flake" came packaged in a replica tobacco tin and was perfect for the Summer of 1967. In the wake of Sergeant Pepper, the concept album was the flavour of the period. "Ogdens’" told the story of Happiness Stan who was looking for the far side of the moon.
The music was perfection. The title track always sounds to me to be perhaps the first acid house tune. “Lazy Sunday” had its roots in the music hall song. “Happydaystoytown” was pure cockney singalong. “Afterglow (Of Your Love)” , “Song Of A Baker” and “Rollin’ Over” have gone down as gems. “Ogdens’” was a milestone in rock music, combining psychedelia with pure English eccentricity. It sounds just as good all these years later.
But things could not continue on a high. Although Immediate released one more album, a compilation of old and new songs, as well as the single “The Universal”, there were frustrations at not being able to play later “Ogdens” tracks live. And Marriott wanted to play real R&B again. He suggested that they should bring The Herd’s Peter Frampton into the band but this idea was rejected by the other three. Neither did he feel the band was playing together well live - with the result that stormed off stage at London’s Alexandra Palace on New Years Eve 1969, leaving the other three to play with Alexis Korner. Soon afterwards, Steve left The Small Faces and formed Humble Pie with Frampton.
The rest, as they say, is history. Immediate cashed in on the final recordings and released “The Autumn Stone” as a single. The other three looked for a new future. Sadly neither Marriott nor Lane are with us any longer. Steve died in a house fire in 1991, Ronnie was finally unable to fight his crippling illness, multiple sclerosis, which was diagnosed on 1981, and died in 1997. Both are greatly missed by music lovers everywhere.
But back then in 1969, a year that seems an age away to us early twenty first century ravers, it was destined to be different. A new world was waiting as on the scene appeared two spiky haired former mods. Each had a taste for alcohol. Each wanted to have it large. And in the end they did. But that is another story.
The Standells are best known for their tune Dirty Water, which charted in the US in 1966. It also has the honour of appearing on the original Nuggets album of 1972. With its dirty, in you face, vocals, forged in the gutter feel and incessant riff, this is timeless class.
Born John Ravenscroft, Peel went to the States in the sixties and managed to sell his DJ credentials by Liverpudlian roots that were much sought after in the wake of Beatlemania. He presented shows in Dallas and California before returning to England to work for Radio London and then Radio One. In the early seventies, he promoted artists such as Marc Bolan and The Faces, famously appearing on one of Rod "The Mod" Stewart's appearances on Top Of The Pops, playing mandolin, during the five week reign of Maggie May at the top of the British singles charts.
Peel was an original hippy who kept to his ideals and made sure his mind was forever open. He championed punk and gave the new genre an outlet that was invaluable as it broke through mainstream indifference. Would there have been such phenomenal success for his favourite tune, Teenage Kicks by The Undertones, without John? Or Joy Division? Or The Gang Of Four? Let alone The Clash or The Ramones.
With all that in mind, it's excellent to see that Peel's legacy is preserved online. The Space hosts content which covers various aspects of his life and career, such as Peel Sessions, photos, radio shows and his record collection. It is being added to all the time. I had a highly enjoyable look round and recommend it to anyone with an interest in Peel - and a recollection of those late night shows.