DON’T LOOK BACK IN ANGER (8)

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The month of August 1983 as delivered by the UK record-buying public.

Chart dates 31st July – 6 August 1983

Nope.   There’s nothing new in the Top 40 worth featuring, while all those that are half-decent that have been in the charts for a few weeks were mentioned either last month or back in June.

A 7″ I did buy back in the day did enter the charts at #48, and eventually made its way up to #15 in mid-September.

mp3: Carmel – Bad Day

A jazz/soul group whose name was taken from that of the lead singer, Carmel McCourt.  The other two members were Jim Paris and Gerry Darby.  This was the lead single from their second album, The Drum Is Everything, but their first for a major label, in this instance London Records.  It was produced by Mike Thorne, who at the time was one of the most-sight after in his profession, thanks to his success with Soft Cell, The The and Bronski Beat, among others.  It’s well seeing I was being influenced by The Style Council at this juncture in my life.

Chart dates 7th August – 13th August 1983

At long last, after a combined six weeks of sitting at the top of the charts,  Rod Stewart and Paul Young were finally displaced by KC and The Sunshine Band.  Sadly, it wasn’ttty quite the way (ah-huh, ah-huh) I liked it, as the song was the rather bland and dull Give It Up.

Weller and Talbot came to the rescue:-

mp3 : The Style Council – Long Hot Summer (#8)

I’ve said enough over the years about this particular song.  It was, and remains after 40 years, a real favourite. It’s certainly stood the test of time. It would, over the course of the remainder of the month, reach #3 and in doing so, be the best-performing song, chart-wise, for TSC.

I’m off to Dusseldorf  with a mate very soon for a weekend, during which we will take in a couple of matches.  He’s not big into his music, but I’m sure even he’s heard of that city’s greatest and best known exports:-

mp3: Kraftwerk – Tour de France (#31)

It eventually manoeuvred its way up to #22.

Chart dates 14th – 20th August

mp3: Madness – Wings Of A Dove  (#19)

The 15th time that Madness entered the singles chart.   This time, they threw in some steel drums and the vocal talents of The Inspirational Choir of the Pentecostal First Born Church of the Living God, who had been runners-up in a talent show organised by Channel 4, but whose performances led to Madness asking them to do the additional/backing vocals on a newly written song that was intended for release as a single.  What did surprise me is that Wings Of A Dove was Madness’s second-best ever performing 45, reaching #2, bettered only by their sole #1, House of Fun.

mp3 : The Kinks – Come Dancing (#29)

The Kinks hadn’t enjoyed a hit single in 11 years, and the success of Come Dancing was a bolt from the blue.  It had actually been released, to complete indifference, in late 1982 but to almost everyone’s surprise, it found favour with the American audiences, reaching#6 on its release in April 1983.  The UK record label quickly made plans to have a second go with things over here, and in due course it would reach #12.  It proved to be the 17th and last time the band would reach the Top 20 in their homeland.

Chart dates 21st – 27th August 1983

As with the opening week of this month, nothing new came into the Top 40 to provide any excitement.  Digging deep down, I found this:-

mp3 : The Glove – Like An Animal (#52)

This was actually a rise of one place from its entry into the Top 75 at #53 the previous week.

The Glove was a side project involving Steve Severin (Banshees) and Robert Smith (The Cure).  A clause in his contract seemingly prohibited Smith singing with another band, which is why Jeanette Landray, a former girlfriend of Severin’s bandmate Budgie, was recruited as the lead singer.

May 2019 was the only time The Glove previously featured on the blog.  It came from a great discussion via the comments section involving Martin (Sweden) and Dirk (Germany) about the merits of this single.

Martin

I must point out that the B-side of the first single by The Glove (Like an animal) is one of the best pop songs ever recorded by RS, Mouth To Mouth.

Note I post this as a fact.

Dirk

Even better than the A-Side, Martin? Must listen to it once I get home … and if it ever comes to an ICA, ‘Like An Animal’ M.U.S.T. be included … at least as far as I’m concerned …

Martin

Dirk – In my eyes, yes without a doubt! And it has Robert singing as if I remember correctly he could for contractual reasons not do the lead vocals on any of the singles. Like an animal has Landray on vocals.

So… the contractual issue wasn’t he couldn’t sing lead vocals – he just couldn’t do it on any singles.  Here’s your b-side

mp3: The Glove – Mouth To Mouth

I’ll be back again with more of the same in four or so weeks.

JC

AN IMAGINARY COMPILATION ALBUM : #350: THE KINKS

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FIRST UP…….

I have no idea why, all of a sudden, all comments are being recorded as ‘anonymous’.  I am trying to find a solution.  In the meantime, if you do make a comment, could I suggest that you add your name at the end (if you want to!!!).

LUNCHTIME UPDATE

Still no long-term solution, but in the meantime, I’m going to go back and ‘amend’ all the anonymous comments, so that names and contact addresses are added. Who knows, it might turn out to be a solution (oh, and I’ve been alerted by flimflamfan that he was unable to post a comment at all and he’s sent me it by text!  – I’ll sort that out too.

Now that’s out of the way, let’s get on with today’s business……..

I thought, given I’ve been relying heavily on very welcome and diverse guest contributions for ICAs in recent times, that I should do #350 in the series myself.  And turn my attention to a band whose recognition on this blog is way overdue.

This one will be very single-heavy, as that’s really the medium by which I know today’s long-overdue recipients of an ICA.  I’m turning to the words of Stephen Erlewine, over at allmusic, for the bio.

“One of the great bands of the rock & roll era, the Kinks pioneered hard rock with such wild early ravers as “You Really Got Me” and “All Day and All of the Night,” singles that inspired such peers as the Who and David Bowie while also pointing the way forward for punk and metal.

“That turned out to be the first act in a career that ran into the 1990s, making them the only British Invasion band outside of the Rolling Stones to last that long. Where the Stones always occupied centre stage, the Kinks operated on the margins, both by accident and design.

“Lead singer/songwriter Ray Davies fashioned himself as an observer of human behaviour, developing a gift for character and commentary that flourished on such mid-’60s singles as “Dedicated Follower of Fashion” and “Sunny Afternoon.” As their peers indulged themselves in trippy psychedelia, the band embraced the idiosyncrasies of British culture on The Kinks Are the Village Green Preservation Society, a record that helped shape the sound and aesthetic of indie rock in the decades to come.

“The Kinks may have been outsiders, especially during a stretch in the ’70s when Davies pushed the band to record elaborate rock operas, yet they always belonged to the mainstream, managing to bring “Lola” into the Top Ten in 1970 before settling into a long decade on the road where they cultivated a fervent fan base in America. This hard work paid off in the early ’80s when the exuberant nostalgia of “Come Dancing” rode an MTV endorsement into the Top Ten, giving the group another decade of work. Over those ten years, the Kinks were eventually whittled down to the core of Ray Davies and his brother Dave, siblings who battled but usually found common ground in the band. The pair split in the mid-’90s, just as Brit-pop pushed their influence to the forefront, but rumours of a reunion continued to circulate as late as the 2020s, when both brothers said they were collaborating on new music. ”

So, without any further ado:-

SIDE A

1. You Really Got Me

The band’s third 45, released in August 1964, and their first #1.   It’s opening three seconds have always been among the instantly recognisable in all music, no matter the genre.    Seemingly, it was originally intended to be recorded as a laid-back number, with it originally written on an upright piano.  It was Dave Davies who decided it sounded better as a guitar number…..a loud and bluesy guitar number.

2. Sunny Afternoon

This was just two years after You Really Got Me, but the fact it was the band’s 13th single only demonstrates just how prolific they were.  Between 1964 and 1968, there were 5 studio albums, 23 singles and, 1 live album, not forgetting 6 compilations as well as 8 EPs that were released specifically for the American market.   No wonder the Davies brothers got rich quick, and it’s no real surprise that, as with a number of their contemporaries, they were soon writing about their taxation woes (although it is hard to feel any sympathy, even at almost 50 years removal).  This was their third #1 single in the UK.

3. David Watts

The opening track from the 1967 album, Something Else By The Kinks.  And yes, its inclusion on the ICA is inspired by the later cover by The Jam, a take on things that first got me really interested in finding out about The Kinks as up to now, I just knew of them as an old band whose songs often got played on Golden Hours or as requests from listeners on Radio 1.

4. Lola

Talking about hearing songs on the radio, this was the one I reckon I heard the most.  Possibly it’s down to the fact that it was released in 1970, around about the time I turned 7 years old, and that it has a nursery-rhyme ‘spellathon’ chorus that tends to stick in the minds of kids that age.  I, of course, had no idea what the hell the song was about.  This reached #2 in August 1970, kept off the top spot by Elvis Presley crooning about The Wonder Of You.

Fun fact : The BBC banned the track, but not because it was worried about gender issues.  The original version of the song had the words ‘Coca-Cola’ in the lyrics, and so was banned, as you couldn’t do product placement.  Ray Davies had to fly back from New York to London to change the lyric to ‘cherry cola’ to allow a single version to be cut.

5. Dead End Street

The sound of Britpop some 30 years before it became ‘a thing’.    A #5 single in late 1966.

SIDE B

1. Waterloo Sunset

I reckon most folk will suggest this as the greatest of all the songs written and recorded by The Kinks.  It’s a beautiful and timeless love song, despite being very much a product of the 60s in sound and texture. It’s an evoking number, quite possibly the unofficial anthem of the city of London, although there have been so many changes to the skyline over the decades that it must be nigh on impossible to recreate the scenes imagined by Ray Davies. a #2 hit in May 1967, kept off the top by Silence Is Golden by The Tremeloes, which seems to have been a huge miscarriage of justice.

2. All Day and All Of The Night

The follow-up to You Really Got Me didn’t stray too far from the template of 1964.  Another huge and catchy guitar-riff, one that subsequently has been mimicked on countless occasions – not least by The Doors when they penned Hello, I Love You just a few years later.   It’s worth mentioning at this juncture that Dave Davies is rarely recalled as a teenage prodigy in musical histories, but he was just 17 years old when he came up with these hot licks.  This stalled at #2 in November 1964…..kept off the top by the poptastic Baby Love by The Supremes.

3. Tired Of Waiting For You

This one must have come as a shock to fans back in January 1965.   The two huge hits in 1964 of ‘Got Me’ and ‘All Day’ had been blues-based rockers and as the new year dawned, most would have expected more of the same.  Instead, they released a mid-tempo ballad in which the guitar riff, although not totally absent, is very much in the background.  It must have been unexpected, but the fact it went all the way to #1 gave them the confidence to go down a different road than had perhaps been envisaged.  If this had flopped, there’s every chance that The Kinks, or at least their record label, would have seen their future in classic rock terms.

4. Days

One that I first became aware of thanks to Kirsty MacColl‘s excellent cover version in 1989.   The original is every bit as lovely….one that took on an entirely new meaning for me when it was chosen by a good friend of mine to play at the funeral of his late wife, who had died very suddenly.  49 years they had been together since their first date as teenagers, going back to around the time this went into the charts at #12 in 1968.  It was a wonderful way to get across the love they had for one another and, as often happens with music at funerals, it choked me up.

5. The Village Green Preservation Society

The final track of any ICA is always a tough one to choose.   I always try and have it as a song that would, if on the imaginary two sides of vinyl, make the listener very keen to flip the vinyl over and play it again.   There were so many hit songs still left from the longlist and not going to make the cut, such as the 80s ‘comeback’ hit, Come Dancing, and the satirical, Dedicated Follower of Fashion.  But, maybe unusually, I’ve gone for the lead-off and title track from a 1968 LP that was an absolute flop back in the day, failing to trouble the charts at all……but has since, thanks to continual reappraisals and further anniversary-type re-releases, become the best-selling of all studio albums released by The Kinks.  It’s the answer I’d give if I’m to ever be posed the question ‘What’s the quintessentially English pop song of them all?’.

So there you have it. An ICA that has as much missing as it has included.  Hope it gets greeted with at least a modicum of approval.

JC

A RE-POST TO BUY MORE TIME (2)

I’ve made up my mind on the next Sunday series, but it’s one that will take a fair bit of time and effort that I can’t afford just now and so I’m putting it off till after the conclusion of the ICA World Cup.  In the meantime, Sundays will be used to host some old posts rescued from what remains of the vaults of the original Vinyl Villain blog before the bastards at Google pulled it down without warning.

This dates from 1 October 2009.

NOT BAD FOR AN AULD FELLA…

In my late teens I was never really one for looking back at bands or singers of days of yore. As far as I was concerned, the music of today (whether that be 1979, 80, 81 or whenever) was all that ever mattered. There’s no way you would ever catch me listening to stuff that my mum and dad liked.

As I matured somewhat in my later years, I realised that it would be a nonsense to maintain such a hardline approach, and now there are some acts from the 60s and early 70s that I have a soft spot for. But not The Beatles. Or Elvis Presley.

This single from late 1982 had a lot to do with it. Sure, I knew that The Kinks were a band name checked by so many of my own rock/pop gods, not least Paul Weller, and while I knew quite a few of their old singles from hearing them played on the radio, I hadn’t ever bought anything by the band.

My purchase of Come Dancing wasn’t taken lightly. It was a single that I had initially dismissed on the first couple of hearings, but then its catchiness just embedded itself in my brain and I found myself singing it out loud, even when it wasn’t being played on the radio. But could I bring myself to own something from a band that had enjoyed their first hit when I was crawling around wearing little more than a nappy? Of course I could…..

mp3 : The Kinks – Come Dancing
mp3 : The Kinks – Noise

This was the band’s nineteenth single to hit the UK Top 20, but their first in over a decade.

Back in 1982 I was genuinely amazed that a band formed in 1964 was having hits so many years later and I reckoned there was no way any of today’s stars will go on that long. I mean it was still another 18 years to the new century and that was a lifetime away….bands like New Order, The Cure and Echo & The Bunnymen just wouldn’t have that staying power.

I got that one a bit wrong didn’t I?

JC

OVERDOSING ON COVER VERSIONS (6)

This was played at a funeral I attended just before Christmas.

It’s a song that was chosen by a good friend of mine as the final piece of music as he said goodbye to someone who had been by his side for 49 years since their first date. He and his wife had both been fans of The Kinks back in the day. It was a wonderful way to get across their love for one another and, as often happens with music at funerals, it choked me up:-

mp3 : The Kinks – Days

And yes, the early pressings of this #12 hit from 1968 did appear as Day’s, a grammatical error on the part of someone at Pye Records which must have infuriated Ray Davies.

Twenty-one years later, Kirsty MacColl recorded the songs and released it as single. Strange as it may seem, it too reached #12 in the charts:-

mp3 : Kirsty MacColl – Days

A little bit of research threw up that a few other folk have had a go at the song over the years:-

mp3 : Elvis Costello – Days
(as featured on the soundtrack to the movie Until The End Of The World, released in 1991)

mp3 : Petula Clark – Days
(released in 1968, just a matter of months after the original)

mp3 : Luke Kelly – Days
(not sure of the actual release date of this, from the late lead singer of The Dubliners; it’s proof however, that this is a superb folk as well as pop song)

Enjoy.

THE 200TH MUSICAL POST ON T(n)VV

I’ve got to be honest…..when the old blog was unceremoniously dragged off the internet I wasn’t sure if I had the appetite to keep whatever I got back up going to the same extent. So I’ve surprised myself that today marks the 200th musical posting on The (new) Vinyl Villain.

There’s a huge thanks needed to those of you who have contributed guest postings to hit that number and to those readers of old who were patient enough not to complain about so many of the posts on T(n)VV were repeats from the old place. If I’m being honest, there are days when I wonder if I can be really bothered with it all as I’m not sure I really have all that much more to say, but then someone will drop me an e-mail or leave a comment or in the case of Luca a few months ago, write something really special that makes the effort all worthwhile.

I was really keen to do something special to mark the 200th post….so I got in touch with a dear old friend to ask if he would be willing to help out by letting me re-post something that made a lot of people smile when they read it on the old blog back in 2010.

I know that those of you who read it first time round will not be upset that after much digging around I’ve been able to find this particular;ar contribution from the weekly series called ‘The Sunday Correspondents’ in which a number of different contributors were given free rein to say what they liked, provided it was on a Sunday.

The most talented and naturally gifted and funny of those contributors went by the name of Dick Van Dyke. He is a Leeds United supporter. He adored The Jam/Paul Weller/The Style Council. Back in 1984, he thought he could combine a match in London with a gig in Amsterdam. What follows is a true story:-

Amsterdam Canal Cruise

INITIATIVE TEST

mp3 : The Style Council – Headstart For Happiness

I went to Amsterdam to see The Style Council one Sunday in Nov 1984. We’d travelled over by coach on the Saturday night after a Charlton v Leeds match in London. After a green-gilled ferry to Ostend, we travelled up to the city of canals, bicycles and scantily-clad women in shop windows. All day Sunday was spent drinking. (The difference between Dutch Heineken and the fizzy Session beer of blighty soon kicked in). We were all shit-faced.

After the gig, (and my climb down the front of the Circle to Stalls having fallen in love with DC Lee), I came out of the theatre and – because I’d dawdled for a much-needed piss – I’d become detached from the rest of the merry coach load. Clueless as to where the coach had parked earlier that day, I was soon lost.

My jacket was on the bus and it contained my passport, ID and money. Little known to me, after a 15 minute wait, they’d set off without me in order to meet the ferry.

It was freezing and nearly midnight as I stood shivering in a ‘Tube Station’ T-shirt and jeans in downtown Amsterdam – where all the streets look the same. I was totally stranded, due back at work the next morning and my girlfriend in the UK was expecting me.

What would YOU do next?

Initially, I went to the Dutch Police Station. I know; I should’ve known better. It was just as you would envisage. 2 blokes, feet up on desk, TV on, smoke-filled room, bottle of Bells in filing cabinet. “Go and follow the coach to the Port” was the ‘shexy futball‘ Van Der Valk-meets-Ashes To Ashes response from the moustachioed porn star lookalike.

“Er righto .. I’ll do that then”.

I did go back to the Theatre thinking that the band, recognising my dire plight, would welcome me aboard the warm tour bus. I’d be tucked up in a bunk bed alongside Mick Talbot whilst Paul strummed English Rose and DC Lee fed me hot toddies, donuts and skunkweed.

“We’re going to Berlin now” grunted the big hairy fucker who always used to look after Weller.
(This was 1984, so Berlin presented it’s own problems – unlike today’s open all hours EU borders). I’d naturally assumed that they were returning to Kent and White Cliffs and warmed teapots … but no.

‘Think again’ I thought, as the bitter November wind gnarled into my mind and my body. It was now 12.30am.

And so it came to pass…

I was back outside the Theatre; the band couldn’t help me. I decided to (somehow) follow the coach to the Port – where surely my passport will have been handed in by my mate to a nice Customs fellow and all this mess would be tidied up. I know… I’ll hitch-hike.

Looking around me in central Amsterdam, I asked a couple of drunks by a tram stop where the motorway south was. (A bit like standing in Leicester Square asking for the M1). It took 3 or 4 more requests before I got an answer which made reasonable sense. I needed the E35 – wherever that was. They pointed; and then shook their heads as I turned; but not before telling me that it was illegal to hitch-hike in Holland!

So I began running to the motorway junction. Running, not jogging. I was becoming more and more desperate, but without any money, what else could I do? Besides, the running temporarily took my uncontrollable shivering away.

Luckily, it was only about 3 miles to the junction. But as I stood on the hard shoulder with my thumb up, I quickly realised how isolated I was and how it must have looked. It was very late on a Sunday night/Monday morning and there was little traffic. After the hustle of the city, it was a quiet and eerie place.

After what seemed like forever, a car finally stopped. It was a black BMW with 3 large black men inside. As I had never been as cold in my life, I didn’t care about anything but getting warm, and the thick furry seat covers and blast of warm air from the car heaters are the only things I really remember. That, and the Barry White lookalike driver saying in a voice of treacle and tarmacadam,

“What you doin‘ man? You’re gonna die out there”.

I tried to explain my plight, as a fat bassline from speakers the size of windmills almost burst my heart through my chest. ‘Fuck’. They were only going 2 junctions in my direction and, in what seemed like only 5 minutes, I was back standing on the hard shoulder. This time, I was well away from the Amsterdam suburbs, without any road lighting and only the steam from my breath for company.

I was now shaking like a shitting whippet; the cold and the fear and the stark reality hit me. After what seemed an age, a small Citroen van – the sort you would only see in some arty French film from 1968 – pulled over and stopped.

“Where you going?” asked the driver. “Er … south. Belgium. Please”. The truth was that by now I didn’t really know where I was going. I had no concept of the geography of north-west Europe.

He told me his name was Dan and he was going to Utrecht … wherever that was. In the van were lupins. Lupins and tulips and other big bloody flowers I didn’t recognize. He was a Dutch florist. A florist with a goatee beard and a spliff on the go. (He could have been a goat with a spliff and a gladioli up his arse, I didn’t care).

I explained my predicament to him as the sound of ‘See My Friends’ by The Kinks ….. came through his tinny car radio. He took me the 50 or so km to his home town. He was my Samaritan. Dan Van Samaritan if you like.

In his little apartment, he gave me coffee, toast and a spare bed. He explained he had to leave for work around 7am. When I woke around 8am, he’d left me a sweater, a rainproof jacket, a map of Holland, a hunk of cheese and 12 Guilders. (About £5).

mp3 : The Kinks – See My Friend

What would I do next? Join me next month (if you are in the slightest bit interested) as I continue the true story of my journey home to Blighty. To be continued … perhaps.*

(Dick Van Dyke, Sunday 28 March 2010)

* Readers were left in suspense until mid-May for the next instalment.  You guys can come back the day after tomorrow and find out what happened next …………