THIS WAS MY BEST OF 2007

I was searching through what is left of the archives of the old blog – I reckon about 75% of the old posts are missing altogether and I’ve already mined the best of what is left and re-posted them at some point in recent years.

I’m not saying that this blast from the past is any sort of memorable or worthy post, but it’s interesting in that I picked out five of my favourite new songs that had been released during 2007 and a further five that I had only just picked up on or that they were old favourites given some sort of fresh life via a re-release.

From 30 December 2007:-

Just a quick final posting for 2007. Everyone seems to do extensive lists of what have been their particular favourites of the past 12 months. Here’s mine, and it consists simply of what I reckon have been the five new songs to give me most aural pleasure:-

Arcade Fire – Intervention
Frightened Rabbit – Be Less Rude
Grinderman – No Pussy Blues
Malcolm Middleton – Superhero Songwriter
The Twilight Sad – That Summer, At Home I Had Become The Invisible Boy

And among the albums I picked up years after they came out and the various boxsets/re-issues/Peel Sessions that appeared in 2007, I’m rather fond of these:-

Cinerama – Apres Ski (Live At Maida Vale, June 2000)
Jans Lekman – A Higher Power
The Lucksmiths – There Is A Boy That Never Goes Out
Prefab Sprout – Faron Young (acoustic version)
Tindersticks – Tiny Tears (Mark Radcliffe Show – October 1993)

But above all else, I at long last latched onto an album released back in 1997:-

Neutral Milk Hotel – In The Aeroplane Over The Sea

2007 was the year that I spent a fair bit of living and working in Toronto and there was a big chunk of time when I didn’t buy much as I would have had issues trying to ship it all home with me on my return to Glasgow after 18 weeks away.

I bought the Neutral Milk Hotel CD after hearing it played in a record store in Toronto and while I was all over it for maybe the best part of six months after I came home, I soon found myself fully immersed again in the local music scene, and in particular making up for lost time by going to see bands that were emerging or growing in popularity, and it soon began to gather some dust on the shelf. I still enjoy giving it a listen every now and again, but I don’t hold it in as high a regard as I did 12 years ago.

mp3 : Neutral Milk Hotel – King Of Carrot Flowers
mp3 : Neutral Milk Hotel – Two-Headed Boy
mp3 : Neutral Milk Hotel – Holland, 1945

JC

AN IMAGINARY COMPILATION ALBUM : #243 : THE NATIONAL (2)

It was back in November 2016 that I pulled together a 10-song ICA featuring The National.

It was a tough task; at the time, the band had released six albums and I decided to go only with tracks from the third, fourth and fifth albums as I felt that was the era when they were truly at the top of their game and nobody came close to matching their quality and consistency over the five-year period concerned.

There were a handful of very positive responses which delighted me. As always, there were suggestions about songs that didn’t make the cut while some folk felt there should have been room for some earlier material along with songs from Trouble Will Find Me, the album released in 2013, the most recent at the time I pulled together the ICA.

The National have since released Sleep Well Best (2017) and I Am Easy To Find (2019), a situation which more than enables me to have a stab at Volume 2. This can also be taken in lieu of me wanting to talk positively about the most recent album and the fact that their live show, outdoors at the Kelvingrove Bandstand in Glasgow during an unrelenting downpour, was another highlight of the gigs in 2019.

None of the tracks on the previous ICA – Secret Meeting, Mistaken For Strangers, Apartment Story, Conversation 16, Abel, Daughters of the Soho Riots, Slow Show, Bloodbuzz Ohio, Start a War, and Mr November – are eligible today.

Side A

1. Fake Empire (from Boxer, 2007)

The difficulty last time round was there were just too many tracks that I wanted to include but couldn’t.  Fake Empire, from 2007’s Boxer went head-to-head with Secret Meeting from 2005’s Alligator for the right to be Track 1 on Side A, and whoever lost out wouldn’t get in as that was the only place they would have fitted.  In the end, Secret Meeting got the nod for the ICA only on account of it being followed immediately by Mistaken for Strangers and I didn’t want to open with the first two songs off Boxer.

Fake Empire gets in this time round with no doubt at all.  If you hadn’t by chance ever heard The National before this song, it offers a perfect introduction of intriguing and inventive music, topped by a voice that melts hearts.

2. Don’t Swallow The Cap (from Trouble Will Find Me, 2013)

Last time round I said that songs from Trouble Will Find Me hadn’t made the cut as I felt the album was just too much like the band going through the motions somewhat – it just didn’t match the really high standards of what had come before.

The gig last summer, and believe me when I say that the rain was of biblical proportions that somehow just added to the occasion, brought home the fact that some of the songs on the album were as good as any throughout their entire career.  Don’t Swallow The Cap came very early in the set, just at the point when the rain got so hard that if the band had been any less than stellar, it would have been tempting to go home.  They had opened with four tracks from the new album and just as everyone was wondering if it was going to be a show in which all the new material was played before old favourites were dusted down…..this gave everyone such a huge lift and it got as loud a cheer as anything else until…..

3. I Need My Girl (from Trouble Will Find Me, 2013)

….a few songs later when they introduced local heroine Lauren Mayberry of Chvrches who sang backing vocals on this and then stayed on for a one-off performance in which she and Matt Berninger paid tribute to the late Scott Hutchison with a rendition of My Backwards Walk, a song by Frightened Rabbit.

It was a two-day stint at Kelvingrove and I consider myself very lucky to have been there on the night this took place (the following night, the show was bathed in glorious sunshine!).  I Need My Girl sounded lovely and it feels just perfect to slow things down at this juncture.

4. Rylan (from I Am Easy To Find, 2019)

I Am Easy To Find was a very different sort of album. There was a bit of electronica (more on that later) but most noticeable was the cast of female musicians playing and singing alongside the regulars.  Matt Berninger even handed over lead vocal duties on a few numbers and it did take a bit of getting used to.  It’s one of those albums that improves on repeated listens, with many of the songs having nuances best appreciated when they become familiar.

Rylan was unusual for the fact that it sounded like vintage-era The National and was quite different from the other 15 tracks.  I took an instant liking to this one and it remains a favourite of all songs from all bands in 2019.

5. England (from High Violet, 2010)

In response to one of the comments last time out, I confessed that if the ICA had been 11 tracks in length, then England would have been included.  It’s one that highlights what’s so good about the band.  It’s a complicated and ambitious number that sees changes in tempo accompanied by all sorts of instrumentation, and a vocal delivery that goes from reflective and morsose to celebratory and joyous.  It’t the sort of song that ends one side of a piece of vinyl and demands that you flip it over.

SIDE B

1. You Had Your Soul With You (from I Am Easy To Find, 2009)

Curveball time. The opening track of the latest album was like nothing they had done before. Initially unsettling, it soon becomes intriguing and magnificent.  The co-vocal on this one comes from Gail Ann Dorsey, familiar to many as part of David Bowie‘s touring band for some 20 years from the mid-90s.  This is a band who have produced some very beautiful slow songs. Just feels right to start the second side with one of their finest.

2. Blank Slate (b-side of Mistaken For Strangers, 2007)

Regular readers will know of my love for the vocal style and delivery of Paul Quinn.  Let’s simply say that the first time I heard this, it took me back.  It’s also a more than decent tune and all told, far too good to have been thrown away as a b-side.

3. The System Only Dreams In Total Darkness (from Sleep Well Beast, 2017)

Sleep Well Beast is a very fine album and I found myself wanting to find room for four tracks but they ended up, as so many songs under consideration for the previous ICA, on the outside looking in as they just didn’t fit into what I think is a well-structured and balanced running order.  This track was the first single lifted from it, preceeding the album by a full four months, and its multi-layered sound gave everyone an idea of what to expect with the subtle use of the trumpet behind the piano, guitar and drums harking back to the classic era albums.  There’s a wee bit of noodling mid-track, but I can forgive them as it just provides a platform for a great vocal finish.  I can’t explain it any other way.

4. Graceless (from Trouble Will Find Me, 2013)

Another which owes its incusion to the Glasgow live show.  Matt Berninger is famed for leaping off the stage singing songs while making his way through an auditorium, but the weather on the night meant that wasn’t on the agenda.

Or so we thought……for the next thing we know he’s donned a rainmac similar to what we were all given free of charge on arrival and he’s on his way, not giving a care for his well-being or safety.  And the band are going full-tilt at one of the fastest and most energetic songs they’ve ever recorded.  He eventually got back to the stage in one piece…..looking quite stunned!

5. Ada (from Boxer, 2007)

The final words come from my dear friend Echorich from his gentle admonishment last time around:-

The National are one of those bands that keeps me interested in homegrown music. I am a shamless Anglophile, if that wasn’t already pretty evident, but there is something about The National that really hits that sweet spot for me. This is a great selection JC. My ICA would have to include Ada from Boxer the use of brass on the song provides a wonderful, timeless quality to the song. It would definitely be my song # 10 to close the set.

He’s right……….he usually is.

JC

45 45s @ 45 : SWC STYLE (Part 12)

A GUEST SERIES

36. Robinson Crusoe – Cud (1990 Imaginary Records)

Released as a single in October 1990 (Reached Number 86)

More OPG today and a slightly extended mix of an old story that some of you will know.

Cud were for a long time, until she fully embraced the long hair and muscle Tshirts of bands like Soul Asylum and Soundgarden, her favourite band of all time.

‘Leggy Mambo’ was a record that we sorted of bonded over and in a daft kind of way ‘Robinson Crusoe’ is a song that I will always associate with her. Largely because after watching her dance to it in a pub in Chatham I could think of little else for an entire summer. It that’s simple. It’s not even a great song, to be honest the best bit is near the end when it sounds like a digital watch alarm gets set off by mistake in the background. The B Side if I remember rightly had a Nightmares on Wax remix of ‘Robinson Crusoe’ but I don’t have it, which is a shame because I think it was quite good.

In 1992, I went to see Cud (supported by The Family Cat) with OPG at a legendary London venue called The Town and Country Club. It ended badly with us splitting up on the platform of Kentish Town Tube Station, after we’d had a row in the pub before the gig (it was over musical differences – seriously). It also saw OPG get arrested for assault (after the gig)

She barely spoke to me the entire gig – Cud finished the gig with a rousing version of ‘Purple Love Balloon’ and filled the room with purple balloons and told everyone to “Go Home and Make Babies”.

Purple Love Balloon

OPG grabbed a balloon and smiled at me, I thought at the time, that maybe the row had been forgotten. It was the kind of smile that made my knees buckle.

We strolled back to the tube station and went down the escalator to the platform, half way down a bloke in a suit came charging down the escalator and pushed us out the way. He obviously wanted to catch the train and was running late, but he was out of order.

In the process of this OPG’s Purple Balloon got burst and she went absolutely mental. She charged after the suit and grabbed him on the platform and punched him in the face. I arrived to see blood on the floor, a scared looking commuter, and two burly looking security guards jogging up the platform.

OPG looked at me as I stood in the corridor between the Northern Line Up and Down and she said “This is all your fault” just before the guards grabbed her. To bemused faces I turned and walked on to the other platform and jumped on the first tube to anywhere. I spent the night at my uncle’s flat in Waterloo (after a midnight call to him) and I didn’t speak to OPG for around a year.

SWC

JC adds..

I’ve gone digging again.

mp3 : Cud – Robinson Crusoe (Friday mix – Nightmares on Wax)

and just to add…..for those of you who don’t know, most London Underground stations, including Kentish Town, broadcast a pre-recorded three-word message in terms of public safety, warning passengers to be careful when boarding or alighting a train.   One of Cud’s better known songs is named after said safety warning

mp3 : Cud – Mind The Gap (Peel session version)

 

BONUS POSTING : GIG REVIEW : ELVIS COSTELLO & THE IMPOSTERS

Reviews of the last UK tour undertaken by Elvis Costello back in 2018 were far from positive. The singer would later admit that he had returned to the stage far too soon after cancer treatment and that, from the very first performances he knew he was underperforming and the shows left a lot to be desired.

It was on the back of this that I had been reluctant to shell out what would have been considerable sums of money to get tickets for the 2020 tour, given the name of ‘Just Trust’, partly as a plea to forgive and forget and partly as the 1981 album Trust was going to feature prominently in the set.

The tour subsequently opened in Liverpool and there was an ecstatic 5-star review in The Guardian, with a number of other publications also heaping high praise on things. I sneaked a look at the set list, and noticing that it and the next few shows focussed highly on the older material, began to reconsider things but it was only at the 11th hour, when a work colleague passed on a voucher containing an offer for very cheap tickets, that I put the call into Rachel and we made arrangements to go.

I’ll cut to the chase. It was an amazing night. Maybe not quite up there fully with some of the shows in the early 80s in that the voice isn’t quite the powerful tool it once was, but in terms of a set list and the musical abilities on display, I’m struggling to think of the overall experience ever being bettered, which is no real surprise given that the keyboards of Steve Nieve and the drums of Pete Thomas were so often at the heart of everything. Huge praise also for the peerless Davey Faragher on bass, while it proved to be a genius idea to have the soulful and dynamic vocal talents of Kitten Kuroi and Briana Lee added to the band. Oh, and the frontman offered a reminder that he is a fabulous punk guitarist, whether playing as lead or offering the notes as part of the rhythm.

The opening songs really were a step back in time – Strict Time, Clubland, Green Shirt, Accidents Will Happen and Watch Your Step were hammered out in breathless style. My only concern was that EC seemed to be struggling to hit some notes when he was not singing at full pelt, but the band’s playing was more than compensating, particularly Nieve who seemed, from our seats at the back of the auditorium to be jumping between at least three and possibly more sets of keyboards.

And then they launched into Tokyo Storm Warning, a song that has long been one my all-time favourites. I was anticipating some sort of edited version, but nope, it was actually extended from the album version with EC thrashing magnificently and note-perfect at his guitar throughout while the backing singers demonstrated just how much they were ready to bring to the night.

If that had proved to be the highlight of the night, then I would have gone home happy. In the end, it probably just scraped into the Top 10.

Musically and visually (as there was a clever and inventive ever-changing background throughout), Watching The Detectives will be my biding memory of the main set. It was a genuinely breath taking piece of musical theatre in which EC was front lit and the reminder of the band were in near darkness as a series of film noir posters flashed up high over everyone’s heads, all of which were on display for maybe five seconds at the most. It was one of those things that if you were watching on TV, you would pause and rewind to try and made sure you captured everything that was going on.

Other memorable moments included (I Don’t Want To Go To) Chelsea, Pump It Up, Radio Radio, High Fidelity, Alison and Everyday I Write The Book, the latter extending to something like a seven-minute version with each musician/singer given their own opportunity to individually shine.

And then came the encore.

A haunting take on Shipbuilding in which EC sang part of it away from the microphone, and in doing so brought a few lumps to a few throats. And as the cheers got louder and louder, EC again strapped on his guitar and to huge acclaim, he played those distinctive and off-kilter notes which provide the musical introduction to I Want You.

As I mentioned earlier, I had sneaked a look at the setlists from the first four shows on this tour. Glasgow was the first time that I Want You had been aired. It was, as my North American friends often proclaim, awesome.

The show ended with the double-whammy of Oliver’s Army and (What’s So Funny ‘Bout) Peace, Love and Understanding, with an anti-war backdrop that seamlessly led into a lovely tribute to EC’s grandparents and their participation in the Great War of 1914-18.

2 hours and 10 minutes after he first set foot on stage, it was all over. If there was the occasional hint of a missed note through what could very well be a throat infection, then what was happening across the rest of the stage made up for it…..besides, when your front man is 65 years old and has not long kicked cancer’s butt, a few allowances have to be made.

The only thing…..this was such a fabulous show that I’d be nervous about going along next time round in case it didn’t quite live up to this one. But I suppose, when it comes down to it, I should always just trust EC and his Imposters.

mp3 : Elvis Costello & The Attractions – Watching The Detectives
mp3 : Elvis Costello & The Attractions – Tokyo Storm Warning

JC

THE SINGULAR ADVENTURES OF LUKE HAINES (22)

 

Just when you thought the solo output couldn’t get any more surreal or off-the-wall bonkers……

2015 saw the release of Adventures In Dementia. A 10” vinyl release with just six tracks packed into less than 15 minutes, it’s more akin to an EP than a fully-blown album. The concept this time, and I still shake my head in disbelief as I type these words, is that of a Mark E Smith impersonator towing a caravan, only for his vehicle(s) to collide with a car driven by Ian Stuart, the late singer of the neo-Nazi band called Skrewdiver (me neither!!).

I’m not entirely convinced that the concept really hangs together and perhaps it is something that would have made more sense (or at least a semblance of sense) if caught live at the outset when it was part of a performance within a wider arts-related event, curated by someone whose main gallery describes his output as being “infused with a cunning media savviness that deftly navigates between product, messaging, and desire.”

You’ll come across all sorts of musical styles on Adventures….., not least a kazoo-led instrumental version of the hymn Jerusalem, a tune that a number of folk have suggested by adopted as the national anthem should England ever find itself wholly independent and not part of the UK……,none of which hark back whatsoever to The Auteurs or Black Box Recorder. Lyrically, there’s more than a passing nod to the seemingly free-style stuff that Mark E Smith was famed for – i.e., it leaves listeners scratching their heads and wondering what the hell he’s on about – and, as ever with any Luke Haines release, there’s a few folk who are provoked, nor least the Skrewdriver vocalist (who in fact passed away in 1993) and the comedian David Baddiel, whose material, shows and writings over the years have divided opinion.

As you’ve probably worked out by now, it’s a release I’m not too sure about. I’ve often wondered whether it was put out to antagonise and test Haines’s fanbase, given that the vinyl went for the same price as a full-blown album and that a couple of tracks were no more than throwaway novelties. It’s certainly the one I go back to least of all, probably not having listened to it more than three or four times all told. This might give you an idea of what I’m trying to convey:-

mp3 : Luke Haines – Cats That Look Like MES

Oh and ignore the sticker thay adorns the sleeve in the image above.  There were no singles lifted from Adventures in Dementia although Caravan Man was given a seperate digital release.

Later that same year, Luke Haines released another solo album. I’ll make things easy by lifting direct from the website of his record label:-

Beneath the surface of the UK lies a vast and secret network of abandoned nuclear bunkers. Sometime in the future the population of Great Britain has retreated into these bunkers. The reason for this exodus is not clear. Nuclear attack? Chemical attack? Germ warfare? Or perhaps even free will. What is known is that beneath the surface, in the bunkers, people live the utopian dream, communicating wordlessly via a highly developed new subconsciousness. There is no need for money and food is plentiful. The old gods have been forgotten. People now offer prayer to a piece of silverware, referred to as the ‘New Pagan Sun’, found in a bunker at Stoke on Trent, near to the location of the 1980 Darts World Championship final between Eric Bristow and Bobby George.

British Nuclear Bunkers is the new album by Luke Haines. It was recorded using entirely analogue synthesisers. Apart from an occasional vocal the only organic sound used is a recording of Camden Borough Control Bunker being attacked late at night by Luke Haines.

Maximum Electronic Rock and Roll.

British Nuclear Bunkers will be released by Cherry Red Records on October 16th 2015. It will be available on CD, Vinyl (with a free 7′ single) and the usual digital outlets.

Once again, it’s a fairly short piece of work, with its ten tracks taking up around 30 minutes of your life. It’s not hugely accessible but then again, it’s not totally unlistenable. It’s a work that hardcore fans of electronica would possibly lavish with praise, highlighting its merits with comparisons to others in the genre, but I’ll have to hold my hands up and say that I know as much about the folk-songs of Moldovia as I do about music which is released on a label such as Ghost Box.

I do, however, find myself switching in on and giving it a listen through the headphones when I’m looking for something to help me get over an unexpected bout of insomnia as it has an occasionally soothing ability.

Here’s the two tracks that came as the free 7″ single:-

mp3 : Luke Haines – Electronic Tone Poem
mp3 : Luke Haines – Hack Green

Tune in next week for the final part of this series. It’s actually one that borders on mainstream!

JC

 

SATURDAY’S SCOTTISH SONG : #202 : MALCOLM ROSS

Malcolm Ross was the subject of ICA #143 back in October 2017. These words are cribbed from that piece:-

The only man who has recording credits on all three of the Scottish bands who signed to the original Postcard Records.

Malcolm Ross first came to prominence as guitarist-extraordinaire with Edinburgh band Josef K, whose spiky and angular material, combined with a rough and ready production, laid out the template for so many indie groups who would later come to some level of prominence in the middle part of the 80s.

Josef K messily broke up in 1982, but Malcolm was never short of work thanks to all sorts of offers from his contemporaries across the Scottish music scene. Edwyn Collins made him an integral part of Orange Juice after the initial line-up of that band had imploded, (by intergral, that includes songwriting and lead vocal contributions), while Roddy Frame, having recognised that, despite his own unique talents, a second guitarist was essential for the live setting drafted him into Aztec Camera initially for touring purposes and later into the studio.

Malcolm also continued to work with David Weddell and Ronnie Torrance, the rhythm section of his old band and contributed on the song-writing side to the short-lived The Happy Family whose vocalist Nick Currie would go on to later enjoy a lengthy solo career under the name of Momus.

He spent the latter half of the 80s and much of the 90s as a musician for hire, including stints with Barry Adamson, Edwyn Collins, Blancmange and Paul Haig, as well as contributing to a number of films either in an advisory or performance capacity. He also found time to record some solo material or as part of combos, releasing a handful of singles and albums on a number of different indie labels based in Germany and America. He’s been less busy in the 21st century but his name can be found on releases by Nectarine No.9 and The Low Miffs, always bringing a touch of class and quality to the recordings.

He was one of the key folk involved in telling the story of Big Gold Dream, the first of the documentaries about the Scottish indie scene made by Grant McPhee. This was a work that received its world premiere in Edinburgh in June 2015, after which there was a live performance by a specially convened ‘super-group’ consisting of past members of Subway Sect, Fire Engines and The Rezillos along with Malcolm Ross who raced through a hugely enjoyable 10-song set from the era, all of which only demonstrated just how great a guitarist he still is. He’s no longer a full-time musician, instead making his living as a taxi driver in the city that he has called home for so much of his life. Another example of how the music industry failing to recognise and reward its greatest talents.

Here’s a fantastic solo single from 1993:-

mp3 : Malcolm Ross – Low Shot

Worth mentioning that the great man is accompanied on this 45 by Steven Daly (ex-Orange Juice) on drums and Robert Vickers (ex Go-Betweens) on bass.

JC

45 45s @ 45 : SWC STYLE (Part 11)

A GUEST SERIES

37. Nobody Cares – Yung (2015 Tough Love Records)

Released in March 2015 (Did not Chart)

I have tried to keep this list to tracks that I haven’t ever written about before but sometimes, tracks are just too brilliant to talk about time after time.

The first time I ever heard ‘Nobody Cares’ I was sat in my lounge with Tim Badger. We had just got back from seeing The Vaccines in Plymouth and had on the way back been discussing the idea of starting our own blog. That blog eventually saw the light of day a few months later under the When You Can’t Remember Anything moniker.

It wasn’t always going to be called that though. In fact right up the day before we launched the blog the name was undecided. I wanted to call it ‘Right Through The Groove’ a weak tribute to a Propellerheads song, Tim wanted to call it ‘Balanced On A Knife Edge’ a weak tribute to something related to his beloved Tottenham Hotspur. We kept changing the Title Page when the other one wasn’t looking.

Eventually we choose the name, in true WYCRA style, from a random quote site and selected the last five words from the end of the first page. It seemed kind of apt so we stuck with it.

Just for information we also discounted the following names using the same random quote page

“Candy All Over the place”

“Can’t Walk Away from It”

“Where would you Put it?”

“Hearing joy from your Neighbours”

None of these seem as good as When You Can’t Remember Anything

Yung are a guitar band from Aarhus in Denmark, and ‘Nobody Cares is taken from their debut UK release ‘Alter’ an EP of six tracks that bristle with anger and shimmer with glorious brilliance all at the same time.

Shitty Mind

‘Nobody Cares’ has this astonishing flow about it. It starts all jingly jangly (and fact fans sounds really similar to the opening bars of ‘Eat My Goal’ by Collapsed Lung) before descending into an onslaught of guitars which are met by a vocal that sounds like it sung through a broken microphone. It is one of my favourite songs of the last decade. Badger loved it as well.

SWC

 

 

PENNILESS

From the notes that come with the Big Gold Dreams boxset:-

The duo of vocalist Fiona Carlin and guitarist Kevin Low made two singles as The Wild Indians, on which Pop Wallpaper’s rhythm section of bassist Myles Raymond and drummer Les Cook played. The second, a 12” made up of three tracks of designer pop, was produced by John McVay of Visitors and engineered by Chic Medley of Perth-based electro-pop band Fiction Factory, with whom Carlin would sing with on their second album track, Victor Victorious. As a designer, Low’s work went on to grace many a record sleeve, including ones for The Delmontes and The Blue Nile. Low worked as a theatre photographer for many years, and is now a painter of note.

Beyond this, it is quite hard to track down any further info – they are one of the few Scottish bands from the era who don’t get listed in The Great Scots Musicography by Martin C Strong, published in 2002, and to which I havce turned on many an occasion to fact-check/confirm or indeed get the basics!

The lead track from the second single is included on BGD and has proven to be one of my favourites of those I didn’t previously know:-

mp3 : The Wild Indians – Penniless

Turns out that Kevin Low has also posted up, on you tube, a rarely-seen promo for the single:-

I turned to Discogs and found info on the band’s first single. There were different personnel involved judging by the credits list:-

Fiona – Vocals & sax
Kevin – Guitar
Kay – Bass
Bo – Drums

As such, it would appear the rhythm section of Pop Wallpaper stepped in as replacements for Kay and Bo.

Sorry about the lack of info, but it’s the best I can do.

I do have some info on Pop Wallpaper, and indeed have a 12″ single of theirs in the collection, but that’s a story for a later installment in the long-running Saturday Songs from Scotland series

JC

AN IMAGINARY COMPILATION ALBUM : #242 : RAINER PTACEK

A GUEST POSTING by HYBRID SOC PROF
Our Correspondent Under Michigan’s Lake-effect Clouds

AN IMAGINARY COMPILATION ALBUM: Rainer Ptacek

My mom died from her second bout with breast cancer in 1994, the night between Dec. 30 and 31. She apparently didn’t want to see another year… but also waited until Diane and I had gone back to Massachusetts for the New Year. Still haven’t resolved my feelings about not being there… and/or how to understand the prospect of “intent” in that situation.

Nine months later, in September ’95, when Son Volt released Trace, I almost collapsed when I heard “Windfall.” I’d pretty much kept it together in order to complete my PhD and begin to look for a university position and then this song, Jay’s lyrics, his voice, the elegiatic tone… unceasing tears, it was great medicine.

Around that time, in a different context, I’d been one of the relatively few people who’d gotten their hands on Giant Sand’s CD, Glum, when it came out for the first of about four different times, in 1994… only to have Imago fold and the record disappear for a few years. I’d learned that some of what was going on in the writing and recording of the great, but strange, set of songs was that the band – and Howe Gelb, especially – had been helping Rainer, his wife, and daughter deal with his brain cancer, which Rainer beat! That battle and experience were part of what generated the title song and the staggeringly magnificent “Happenstance.”

So, learning of Howe’s devotion to Rainer, I read up on him and searched for efforts in his back catalog – I already had a vague sense of the parts associated with early Giant Sand and The Band of Blacky Ranchette. I discovered there wasn’t much, mostly two records, seven years apart, with Das Combo. At the same time, it was clear that Rainer was criminally unknown.

I could recount Rainer’s history – immigrant kid from East Germany, mostly grew up in Chicago, moved to Tucson, was central in all kinds of ways to the indie music scene, was apparently friends with everyone, etc. – but it’s not really hard to find (he has an Official Site) if you’re more interested and, tbh, I don’t want to write it.

To help pay for his medical costs – how I loathe the fact that the US doesn’t have national health care (didn’t I say that in relation to the Vic Chesnutt ICA?) – a remarkable collection of musicians Robert Plant and Jimmy Page, Emmylou Harris and PJ Harvey, Jonathan Richman and Evan Dando, and Vic Chesnutt and Victoria Williams (the latter two of whom had benefitted from similar efforts tied to the Sweet Relief Foundation) got together and recorded a CD titled The Inner Flame. Rainer was able to play on two of the cuts – they are included here.

You see, after having relearned to use his body, and talk, Rainer had taught himself to play the guitar again, to write songs again, to perform again, to record again. And within a few months of the release of The Inner Flame, the cancer returned, and he died soon thereafter. Some. Things. Just. Aren’t. Right.

If we bracket the fact that the first nine songs on this ICA are REALLY good, mostly blues tinged, some louder, others softer, all intricate… and the man could play steel guitar and electric, what all this has to do with anything is that Rainer wrote the tenth song here. It’s to his wife and daughter. I don’t know when he wrote it, e.g., during the first or second bout with cancer, but it’s a goodbye. The most moving song I’ve ever heard. It makes me cry every time I hear it. So that’s why this ICA.

Rainer was a blues-rocker and the first song – from a live recording, in 1985, at the University of Arizona TV station – is a singular version of Robert Johnson’s “Me and the Devil.” When the band kicks in – oh, that bass – the song finds a deep groove and leaps ahead. “Round and Round” is also live, this time from a tour with Giant Sand in 1986 and part of a re-release/re-recording of The Valley of Rain called Beyond the Valley of Rain (my apologies for not snipping the crowd/interstitial conversation at the end.)

You can hear 1970s ZZ Top in “The Mush Mind Blues”… and, while “Life is Fine” is Rainer’s tune, it returns us to the world of Robert Johnson, only electric guitar instead of steel rules the day. “One Man Crusade” has only one flaw and that is the breathy 1980s organ underneath the cut… I’ve tossed in – as a bonus at the end – Kris McKay’s (see the Michael Hall ICA) version of this wonderful love song. It just might be better than the original.

“21 Years” is the collaboration with Robert Plant, from The Inner Flame… it slows the original down just a tad (as I recall) and deepens the emotions a bit. I’m kind of proud of the transition to “If I Had Possession Over Judgement Day” since – for all the seriousness of the lyrics – I can’t imagine anyone playing the song doing so without smiling. It’s got a locomotive beat and, while it probably doesn’t, feels to me like it accelerates all the way through the finish. It must have been a blast to play “(Making the) Trains (Run on Time),” as well, and that takes us into Rainer’s collaboration with Howe on “The Inner Flame” – their voices always strike me as perfect for one another.

saddest song I heard,
was so beautiful,
and in this light,
you look just like her…

hold me, hold me babe,
just hold me,
keep me warm

now don’t get wet
take a little step
you ain’t there yet
so take another step

everything
should come
from the deepest place

what do I
what do I know about love?

this story’s out of place
this story’s out of fear
how’d you come in here
how’d you get past the gates

all these coded messages
and then you come and give me a hug

love is a crucible
and it’s open to all
you can bring your valuables
jump in and let them fall

in this burning sun,
we are all one

that’s all I
that’s all I know about love
that’s all I
that’s all I know about love
that’s all I
that’s all I know about love

Those lyrics, the last two-thirds of “The Inner Flame” serve as the introduction to “The Farm.”

The majesty of music is the extent to which it can move us, draw us forward, hold us still, wake us up, help us sleep, leave us bereft with joy and joyously bereft, connect us, release us, and – through moments of sublime wonder – facilitate awe, revelry and flourishing. Rainer gave me, and I hope he gives you, that.

HSP

1. Rainer & Das Combo – Me and the Devil – Studio A, Nov. 12, 1985 (via Youtube)
2. Rainer Ptacek – Round and Round (Gronigen, 1986) – Beyond the Valley of Rain (Giant Sand, 2015)
3. Rainer & Das Combo – The Mush Mind Blues – The Texas Tapes (1993)
4. Rainer & Das Combo – Life is Fine – Barefoot Rock (1986)
5. Rainer – One Man Crusade – Nevermind: Glitterhouse is 20 (2004)
6. Rainer, Robert Plant – 21 Years – The Inner Flame: A Tribute to Rainer Ptacek (1997)
7. Rainer & Das Combo – If I Had Possession Over Judgement Day – Barefoot Rock (1986)
8. Rainer & Das Combo – (Making the) Trains (Run On Time) – The Texas Tapes (1993)
9. Giant Sand, Rainer – The Inner Flame – The Inner Flame: A Tribute to Rainer Ptacek (1997)
10. Rainer – The Farm (live, 1997) – The Best of Rainer: 17 Miracles (2006)

Bonus: Kris McKay – One Man Crusade – The Inner Flame: A Tribute to Rainer Ptacek (1997)

JC adds……

Actually, there is nothing that can or should be added to this ICA.  Thanks for sharing such amazing memories, my friend.

45 45s @ 45 : SWC STYLE (Part 10)

A GUEST SERIES

38. Regeneration – INHEAVEN (2015 Cult Records)

Released August 2015 (Did not Chart, although I can’t confirm this)

Imagine this – you are in a band (called something cool like The Edith Piafs or something). You are from somewhere that is a bit edgy but a bit arty as well in South East London and you have just played a breathlessly brilliant gig at a local venue.

The next day a review appear of that gig written by some coked up music industry spaffer who refers to your band as ‘Indie’s Next Big Thing’. By the end of the day, your grainy self-recorded You Tube video of your band live at the Crappers Arms has had three million views and you are chased out of your local Wilkinsons Store by hordes of screaming fans, all wanting to just ‘stare at you’.

That, is pretty much, what happened to INHEAVEN, I mean I’ve embellished bits of it (ok, most of it, the South East London bit is right) but in 2014 this band were hyped beyond belief by certain elements of the music industry. By 2017 on the eve of the release of their debut album, a drooling NME journalist declared the album as “indie rocks, most dangerously exciting debut…” which doesn’t even make sense, how can a debut album be ‘dangerously exciting…’ It’s not a roller coaster with no seatbelts it’s a 36 minute long collection of musical tracks.

Usually the hyping of a band makes most sensible music fans run a mile.

However, INHEAVEN had something intriguing. Maybe it was the fact that they insisted on having their name spelt IN CAPITALS. Maybe it was the fact that Julian Casablancas the drainpipe jeans wearing frontman of still just about cool, The Strokes, declared them “the most exciting band in the UK” and immediately signed them for his own record company (that would be Cult Records). Maybe it is the fact that the noise that they make is utterly infectious.

Actually it is the last one. They make a bloody fantastic racket. Or rather they did. Their debut album failed to set the world alight despite its ‘critical acclaim’ and in 2018 they called it a day.

‘Regeneration’ was the bands debut single and it was released in the summer of 2015 and its excellent, a guitar shredding ear splitting onslaught of feedback and shouty vocals all about “just wanting to fuck around”.. It’s a glorious mess.

The B Side is pretty decent as well

Slow

SWC

 

DREAMS CAN COME TRUE

I’ve mentioned before how this blogging thing I’ve got going has led to so many amazing things or events in my life.

Everytime something incredible happens, I think it really can’t get any better….until something else comes along and tops it. This time round, I really do think it is the pinnacle.

Your humble scribe has now contributed to a commercially released piece of music……..

There have been many occasions, and I’m going back decades to well before all this started, that I wished I could somehow end up in a recording studio doing something like contributing handclaps in the background, just so that I could say I had been part of something truly creative. I’m now almost 57 years old and I really thought that dream would never come true.

Until…….a few months ago The Affectionate Punch got in touch and asked if I would consider doing a spoken vocal version of a new song that the collective had just written. It was an immediate ‘yes’ from me but on the proviso that if my effort wasn’t good enough to the ears of the professionals, then I wouldn’t be offended if it ended up not being used.

Scars is the latest EP from The Affectionate Punch. It was released yesterday, as usual, on bandcamp where you can have it for free or make a donation to support the efforts of those who make the music. Here is TAP to offer more in the way of backrground:-

The idea of a Scars e.p. came about following 2 individual comments that suggested the possibility of differing vocal interpretations of The Affectionate Punch songs. This was mulled over with interest resulting in a resounding yes.

The e.p. consists of 6 vocal interpretations of Scars in addition to 1 instrumental track. Each track has its own cover art.

Scars I has Holocaust Nancy on vocals
Scars II features the talents of Paul McKeever and Amanda Sanderson
Scars III is spoken by The Vinyl Villain with The Additions on vocals
Scars IV has Amanda Sanderson on vocals
Scars V is the instrumental version by The Affectionate Punch
Scars VI is the spoken word version by The Vinyl Villain
Scars VII is a remix by The Pocket Calculator Club

mp3 : The Affectionate Punch – Scars III (featuring The Vinyl Villain with The Additions)

It’s a huge understatement to say that I’m incredibly thrilled by all of this. It’s very much a one-off on my part and I’m grateful to have been given the opportunity.

And wouldn’t you know, there’s a promo been made for Scars III…….

Speechless.

Click here to visit, listen and hopefully purchase from bandcamp.

JC

THE SINGULAR ADVENTURES OF LUKE HAINES (21)

The overwhelmingly favourable reaction to Bad Vibes had re-awakened an interest in Luke Haines, a situation that was maintained the second art of his memoirs, when Post Everything : Outsider Rock and Roll, was published two and a half years later in July 2011.

It just so happened that the new book came out as Haines embarked on his next music venture, collaborating with Cathal Coughlan (of Microdisney and Fatima Mansions fame) and journalist/author Andrew Mueller to form the North Sea Scrolls, initially as a live performance show at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe, before the trio hit the studios the following year to record an album. Rather than include that project within this series, I’ll have a look at it separately in a few weeks time as it does merit a posting on its own.

Haines had been without any record deal of any meaning for a number of years, but 2013  saw him sign up with long-running London based indie-label Cherry Red, with whom he remains to this day. It seems to work quite well for both parties, with the label content to have someone of the stature and legendary status on their books, well aware he will provide good copy and offer the opportunity for more than the music press to feature any releases – the London broadsheets have long had a thing for Luke Haines, offering reviews of his new albums and live shows, giving him the same sort of profile and treatment as they do to the many visual, performing and installation artists based across the capital.

As for Haines, he has a home that allows him to indulge himself with the sort of projects that he seems most happy with, writing and recording concept/narrative albums on all sorts of subject matters, some of which are so left-of-centre that they make his wrestling effort from 2011 appear positively mainstream.

There have been six such releases on Cherry Red, and I’m going to feature them in three parts, before bringing this mini-series to a close.

The Cherry Red era kicked off with Rock and Roll Animals, described as a concept album that follows a narrative story about musicians represented as animals, with the main characters being a cat called Gene Vincent, a badger called Nick Lowe and a fox called Jimmy Pursey.

As with 9 ½ Meditations, there is a combination of songs and spoken word on offer, with the narrative duties undertaken by the actress Julia Davis. As with all Luke Haines records, there are potshots at those who annoy him and some of his wrath in this instance it aimed at the sculptor Antony Gormley, whose Angel of the North has long been lauded as transforming the perception of the Tyneside area of England (a view with which Haines takes great umbrage). It’s another surreal piece of work, one which has some great moments among others which are best forgotten. It didn’t quite work as well as the wrestling album, but against that, there was a single lifted from the album along with two new songs offered up on the b-side:-

mp3 : Luke Haines – Rock n Roll Animals
mp3 : Luke Haines – Natural Mystic Furry Freaks
mp3 : Luke Haines – John Barleycorn Must Die

Two year later, and another concept album, New York City in the ‘70s, hit the streets.

Cherry Red describe it as ‘a mythic re-imagining of the New York Rock n Roll scene 1972 – 1979’. It certainly was easier a concept to grasp than songs about wrestlers or rock stars as animals. There are numerous name checks and shout-outs to the people, the and the landmarks of the era. I’ve written in the past on this blog about my late teens/early 20s desire to visit NYC on the basis of what I was reading in music papers and hearing on the radio – Haines brings those desires to life via this album and for that alone I can’t find much fault with it. It is great fun to listen to, and as ever when I feel my feeble words can do something no justice, I will rely on those of someone who earns a living from writing astutely and critically about culture.

There are nods to a number of artists and creative figures from the period throughout its 34-minute running time, with opener Alan Vega Says a delightful introduction to what Haines is attempting to achieve – naming the vocalist of American electronic duo Suicide.

“Alan Vega says it’s going to be a great big hit/ if Alan Vega says so, then it probably is,” Haines whispers with a sense of playfulness, over searching synths and an irresistible guitar melody. This playfulness is irrevocably tied to the album throughout, with title track NY In The ‘70s another example of his brilliantly tongue-in-cheek lyrics. “Everybody’s gay or bisexual/ a man called Jim getting experimental,” he sings, as fuzzy synths almost drown out a lackadaisical guitar hook.

As well as evoking the names of famous figures from New York during the ‘70s, another significant theme central to Haines’ latest LP is his use of repetition. It is something that crops up time and time again and while it is largely successful, there are occasions where it becomes a bit much. Jim Carroll and Tricks N Kicks N Drugs are two examples of where Haines gets the balance right, with punchy, repetitive guitar hooks providing the perfect backing.

The same cannot be said for the song titled after the legendary lead singer of The Velvet Underground, Lou Reed, which does not quite reach the same level. As genius as Lou Reed unquestionably was, hearing his name repeated again and again and again is not nearly as appealing as it sounds. UK Punk is also a miss, with Haines repeating the song’s title over excruciatingly grinding synths, while the psychedelic Bills Bunker does not quite capture the imagination like the rest of the album.

Yet when Haines does get it right, New York In The ‘70s is a brilliantly witty and intoxicating listen. Doll’s Forever is an almost euphoric tribute to New York Dolls frontman David Johansen, before the infectious New York City Breakdown delivers another example of Haines’ brilliant lyricism. Then there’s the epic album highlight Cerne Abbas Man – yes, named after the ancient naked figure sculpted into the chalk hillside in Dorset – which sees Haines repeatedly chant “Mythic motherfuckin’ rock and roll”.

It would have been a suitable closer on its own – especially as it essentially sums up the record – but that honour is instead given to the dreamy NY Stars, which brings everything full circle by revisiting Alan Vega Says. Ultimately, Haines has once again succeeded in producing a surreal, engaging and magnificently wry collection of songs that provide a satisfying conclusion to his concept trilogy. As endings to trilogies go, New York In The ‘70s is definitely more Toy Story 3 than The Godfather Part Three.

Andy Baber, MusicOMH, 19 May 2014

One of the tracks that didn’t find favour with Mr Baber was released as a single, with a b-side that wasn’t previously available:-

mp3 : Luke Haines – Lou Reed Lou Reed
mp3 : Luke Haines – Jeff Starship Superhero

JC