AN IMAGINARY COMPILATION ALBUM : #387: DUSSELDORF

A guest posting by Dirk

Dear friends,

Yes, I know – it’s a bit like one of those old jokes, you know: „three guys walk into a bar …“, but here it is, for once, not a priest, a Rabbi and an Imam – it’s a drummer and two guitarists, in fact.

The bar is the Ratinger Hof, Ratinger Strasse 10 in Düsseldorf. We are talking very early 70’s here when the Ratinger Hof still was a cosy pub, you see – with a starry sky painted onto the ceiling, little carpets on the desks, a jukebox – and mainly Hippie students and local wannabe artists went there. Not a place you’d like to be in today, I assume, but this venue’s importance cannot be highlighted enough. Why? Well, two of the guests, above drummer and above guitarist # 1 in fact, one fine day came to the conclusion to co-found a band: you might have heard from them perhaps, Kraftwerk. And this is where it all starts, at least the first part of of our journey does:

Kraftwerk – ‘Kometenmelodie 2’ (’74)

Of course all of you know Kraftwerk and their importance for modern music, there isn’t pretty much I can add to that. By all accounts the two ‘main’ members, Hütter and Schneider, were not the easiest chaps to work with, so after a short while Rother and Dinger left and formed Neu!. Now, like Kraftwerk, Neu! are regularly being cited when it comes to innovation within German music of the time, Krautrock, Kosmische – you name it. Dinger invented the ‘motorik’ beat, which quickly became a trademark for the music of the time:

Neu – ‘Für Immer’ (’73)

Neu! split in 1975 and Dinger formed La Düsseldorf – again this was a band which is always being mentioned as having been highly influential for many artists, even today.

Now, back to our cosy pub and fast forward a few years, to 1976. The ‘Hof’, as it’s by now being referred to, has new owners, Ingrid Kohlhöfer and Carmen Knoebel, wife of Imi Knoebel, a minimalistic painter and sculptor. Imi remodelled the cosy pub radically, all walls were white and there were neon lights all over – the change was too much for the old Rockers and the Hippies, so they stayed away – but the Hof quickly attracted other guests, their musical tastes were a bit different though. One thing led to another and fairly soon local punk bands were given the opportunity by Carmen Knoebel to rehearse in the Hof’s beer cellar at daytime, whereas in the evenings bands like 999, Wire, XTC, Pere Ubu and Dexys Midnight Runners would perform there, plus by and large all of the local punk bands.

You see, people always talk about the famous Sex Pistols gig in the Lesser Free Trade Hall in 1976: basically everybody who was there formed a band, it’s always said. It’s questionable whether this is true or not, but as for the Ratinger Hof, 1971’s Dinger/Rother-history repeated itself in 1977 in the form of Franz Bielmeyer, aka Mary Lou Monroe – our second guitarist mentioned in the beginning. And this is where the second part of the journey begins:

Bielmeyer founded Charley’s Girls (and I always thought this was a clever take on Charles Manson‘s female killer gang, but in fact it’s just connected to a Lou Reed tune, I mean: how boring is this?). Anyway, as my little diagram above shows, it’s fair to say that hadn’t Franz Bielmeyer started Charley’s Girls, Düsseldorf’s – and Germany’s – music scene would have turned out to be much poorer indeed! Let’s prove this, shall we?

Probably Bielmeyer’s masterpiece was to recruit the mighty Peter Hein, aka Janie J. Jones, who quickly changed from bass to vocals. Two or three of Charley’s Girls’ recordings exist, but of poor sound quality, so let’s proceed with what became of Charley’s Girls one year later, Mittagspause:

Mittagspause – ‘Herrenreiter’ (’79)

Peter Hein is no Pavarotti, I think we can agree on this. But then again, nor is Billy Bragg. And even if you don’t understand a single word of Hein’s lyrics, believe me: he is one of the great German wordsmiths. So you better get used to his singing, because after Mittagspause he invented Fehlfarben, who issued their debut album in 1980, ‘Monarchie und Alltag’. You may believe I am exaggerating again, but this record changed everything over here! I don’t think there is anyone who would not regard it as t.h.e. influential German album. Eleven songs, and not a bad one on it, for sure. Consequently I could have chosen any of them, but I went for this:

Fehlfarben – ‘Ein Jahr (Es Geht Voran)’ (’80)

I’m willing to have small bet that both Walter and [sk] are right now shaking their heads in disbelief as on why I picked exactly this song. The thing is, you see, their record company took it and released it as a single in 1982, unbeknownst to the band, in order to jump onto the Neue Deutsche Welle-train, where almost everything sung in German apart from Schlager was labelled young, stylish and cool, regardless of the songs’ intentions. Also it became a hymn for German squatters, something Hein always strongly objected to, because what he wanted to express in the song was the mood in Germany in the late 70’s: terrorism, recession, cold war. Even today this song is constantly being played on daytime radio and therefore there is a chance that even some of you non-German readers may have heard it somewhere. If not, give it a go, if you want to do yourself a favour!

Let’s continue with Peter Hein, after Fehlfarben came, in ’81, Family 5, equally brilliant, surely because of the genius that was Xao Seffcheque on guitar. Their first proper album did not come before ’85 though, ‘Resistance’. Some described it as „the better ‘Monarchie und Alltag’“ at the time, I’m not quite sure about this though …

Family 5 – ‘Du Wärst So Gern Dabei’

So, finally enough of Peter Hein’s remarkable voice for you – although he returned to Fehlfarben in 1991 and they are still going strong: in fact they are playing a venue near my village next Saturday, but a) I’m already attending another gig in Aachen and b) nearly € 40,- is a bit steep, I thought.

Right, back to Mittagspause then. They wouldn’t have been complete without Thomas Schwebel on guitar, he left S.Y.P.H. for Mittagspause and, in fact, Fehlfarben, and for Kurt Dahlke, who left Mittagspause for S.Y.P.H.

As complicated as all of this might possibly be, again we are talking about a band which was highly praised in and around Düsseldorf: S.Y.P.H. Their early 80s punk stuff made them well known in the region, but I always thought this from a few years later was their absolute highlight:

S.Y.P.H. – ‘Der Letzte Held’ (’85)

And with Dahlke (aka Pyrolator) we have the next important figure within the Düsseldorf scene, because before S.Y.P.H. he was a founding member of DAF, or, if you’d rather, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft … the name might ring a bell … the grandfathers of Techno, anyone? ‘Der Mussolini’? Ah, just listen to them, you youngsters, but make sure to turn it up good and loud:

Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft – ‘Verschwende Deine Jugend’ (’81)

I’m sure you have already looked it up above, the road from DAF leads us to the next awesome Düsseldorf combo, and our driver is DAF’s keyboarder, Chrislo Haas. He and Beate Bartel (out of Mania D) became Liaisons Dangereuses, you’ll surely can sing along to their outstandingly brilliant ‘Los Ninos Del Parque’. And because you already know it by heart, I’ll have something else from them now, not too shabby either, I would have thought:

Liaisons Dangereuses – ‘Etre Assis Ou Danser’ (’81)

If you are still reading this nonsense, we might as well return to S.Y.P.H. briefly, because they had a guy on the synthezisers called Ralf Dörper – who found, after joining Die Krupps (with Xao Seffcheque) fame and fortune by founding Propaganda – you’ll remember Susanne Freytag and Claudia Brücken, if you remember nothing else:

Propaganda – ‘Jewel (Cut Rough)’ (’85)

If you haven’t fallen asleep by now, you may or may not remember that you learnt about Charley’s Girls an hour so ago. Charley’s Girls’ bassist was Peter Stiefermann and in 1978 he gave a party, among the guests were Thomas Peters (aka Tommi Stumpff) and Klaus-Peter ‘Trini’ Trimpop. The two of them founded KFC, another punk band of quite some importance. KFC carried on for quite some time, in 1979 they recruited the 16-year-old bassist Ferdinand Mackenthum (aka Käpt’n Nuss) – who later went to play for Family 5!

So, Käpt’n Nuss joined the band- and Trini Trimpop left it. What did become of him, you are asking? Well, he became the drummer for Die Toten Hosen, and later their manager – which a) probably made him a multi-millionaire and b) finally, you’ll be relieved to hear, closes a long and probably very boring circle!

I have on various occasions expressed my disinclination for Die Toten Hosen, or rather what became of them. But to be fair, their very first records were really good, especially this one, their second single:

Die Toten Hosen – ‘Reisefieber’ (’82)

Let’s return to where we came from, to the Ratinger Hof: in the spring of 1981 a big German magazine, the Stern, had an article about the venue in which it was advertised as ‘a secret spot for all things punk’, this happened at about the same time when the aforementioned Neue Deutsche Welle began to mutate into a huge Tsunami – which very quickly flushed everything away in an immense vortex: you could no longer tell which band was still good (as in: true to their roots) and which one was crap.

Now, I assume you can imagine what happened then: the Hof was soon flooded with tourists who wanted to see those oh so dangerous punks and listen to some of their strange music. Of course it all went downhill from then on and the Hof closed a few years later …

So, that’s Düsseldorf for you, friends – a city to listen to, for sure … but not necessarily one to visit, if you ask me: some say that the best thing in Düsseldorf is the motorway to Aachen.

Well, I cannot disagree …

Enjoy,

 

Dirk

ANOTHER VOLUME OF UNRECONSTRUCTURED RUBBISH

First midweek day in April.   What else could I do?*

mp3: Various – Another Volume of Unreconstructed Rubbish

The Jesus and Mary Chain – April Skies
Lloyd Cole – Fool You Are
Pet Shop Boys – I Started A Joke
Everything But The Girl – Laugh You Out The House
The Smiths – The Headmaster Ritual
The Bug Club – Pop Single
Felt – Penelope Tree
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – We Call Upon The Author
Siouxsie and The Banshees – Metal Postcard
Massive Attack – Blue Lines
The Prodigy – Firestarter
The Big Moon – Trouble
Soulwax – NY Excuse
Billy Reeves – Never Cross
The Frank and Walters – Fashion Crisis Hits New York
Say Sue Me – B Lover
The Clash – 1977

* I did think about re-posting this previous offering from the date of 1 April in which a bit of fun was had.  I try not to take things too seriously too often on the blog.

JC

 

LOST IN CRYSTAL CANYONS

A guest posting by Fraser Pettigrew (aka our New Zealand correspondent)

I know it’s hard to believe, but my musical life has not always been filled with ineffably cool and mould-breaking alternative rock and avant-garde sounds of impeccable obscurity, as it is now. I consider myself a child of punk rock, but I can’t say I was there at its birth, nor even that I embraced it in its infancy. There was a time before punk, and I was there, listening to other stuff. I warn you, some of what follows may shock you…

In the early 1970s I was a typical pre-teen pop fan, captivated by the glam stars on Top of the Pops, especially the rock-weighted hits of T-Rex, Slade, Sweet, Suzi Quatro, David Bowie and Gary Glitter. Particular singles lodge in my memory from that era: Gudbuy T’Jane, Wigwam Bam, Blockbuster, Solid Gold Easy Action, Children of the Revolution, Starman, The Jean Genie, Rebel Rebel, Can the Can, 48 Crash, Leader of the Gang, Rock’n’Roll part 1.

(JC interjects………anyone born in the UK in 1963 will have a similar story……I know I have!)

So far, so cool. Most of that music was still loved by the kids that started sticking safety pins through their ears a few years later. But the glitter faded in the middle of the decade as pop fashions changed or inspiration wore thin, and I was changing too. By the end of 1976 I was 13 and had already begun listening to more mature sounds on account of my older brother’s developing taste. This is where it gets ugly.

My brother’s record collection was a roll-call of prog-rock’s finest: Genesis, Yes, Pink Floyd. Also, God help us, Emerson, Lake and Palmer. Obviously singles were no longer the thing, and my borrowed playlist was now a run-down of the early-70s album charts, strangely still contemporary with the glam era but stylistically a million miles away from it: Trespass, Foxtrot, Selling England by the Pound, Fragile, Dark Side of the Moon, Wish You Were Here

(JC again interjects…..at which point I’m delighted by the fact I was the oldest child in the family!!!)

There were brighter moments. Rolled Gold, Abbey Road and Let It Be got consistent exposure, and a smattering of Sensational Alex Harvey Band lightened the prog landscape, if lightened is quite the word for Harvey’s gritty and somewhat misanthropic world-view. The song Anthem from The Impossible Dream album is an enduring echo from that time, evoking strong recollections of the young adult science fantasy ‘Sword of the Spirits’ novels by John Christopher that I was reading at the time.

But I was deeply embedded in the prog albums. I played them often enough to fairly say that I knew them inside-out. Meticulously hand-drawn reproductions of artist Roger Dean’s stylised Yes logo were a favourite adornment for school jotters. Admiration for Genesis caught up with the current moment with Trick of the Tail and Wind and Wuthering. My brother bought Pink Floyd’s Animals. My own record collection started, not with prog, but with Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band and The White Album.

And then something happened. 1977 happened, to be precise. I was not, as you have probably sensed, keenly aware of what was going on in the music scene at that time. Despite the growing media panic, the first I heard of punk rock was on a school trip in May ’77. Although punk history goes back well into 1976 it wasn’t until the following year that it made a serious impact on the mainstream. If you were into punk in 1976 you must have been part of the Bromley Contingent, or you’re suffering from false memory syndrome.

A couple of punk bands appeared on Top of the Pops soon after I became aware that punk was a thing. The Boomtown Rats were Looking After No. 1 and Mary of the 4th Form brazenly appealed to our stirring hormones. I remember The Jam playing All Around The World and The Stranglers declared there were No More Heroes. The notorious Sex Pistols and the pure of principle Clash never appeared, of course, but I came to know who they were, and they all stood, or rather slouched in marked contrast to the saccharine disco pish that filled up the rest of the weekly show.

At school, one of our music teachers periodically offered us the chance to play some of our own favourite records in the class. My mate Drew brought in Rattus Norvegicus and invited the teacher to play the first track. “Some day I’m going to smack your face!” barked Hugh Cornwell. “Beeeeeeat you honey till you drop!” Miss Cavaye tried not to look disapproving and may have made some courteous observations on Dave Greenfield’s arpeggiated keyboard figures. Another girl in the class followed up with a track by Rush. We probably didn’t try to disguise our disapproval, and would have made disparaging remarks about arpeggiated guitar figures if we had the faintest idea what it meant.

The next time The Jam appeared on Top of the Pops I was fully invested, and deployed three pounds of accumulated pocket money to buy This Is The Modern World. It didn’t matter to me that it was neither then nor now considered to be a very good album; to me, it was the first step into a new world and the first manifestation of a personal metamorphosis.

I was still listening to The Beatles, but I was susceptible to the influence of my friends from whom it had become clear that music with long hair and flared trousers was no longer tolerable. I think the adrenalin energy of punk was gradually rendering the elongated indulgence of prog incompatible for me in any case, but I would have to be honest and admit that I didn’t reject my old favourites entirely of my own accord. I sought peer approval, as you tend to when you’re 13, but the explosive change of 1977 made it easy to switch.

It’s fair to say that all of us will have gone through changes in our musical taste as we moved from childhood into adulthood, growing out of the music that appealed to us in youth faster than our clothes got too small for us. The coincidence of that growth spurt with the revolutionary moment of punk was a momentous one for me. It’s a time in life when we crave independence, assert our individuality and search instinctively for our own personal identity. Punk laid an epochal transformation on a plate for me and I lapped it up.

My brother clung faithfully to the old guard. Not being the best-buddy kind of siblings, that probably only encouraged me to reject his record collection as I established mine along quite different lines. Yes logos were blotted out and by the end of the year I was artistically proficient in rendering The Jam’s spray-can design and even imitations of Jamie Reid’s ransom note lettering of the Sex Pistols, despite not actually owning anything by them at that point.

By the start of 1978 I was a mature and discerning fan of the new wave, ready to embrace the radical eclecticism spawned by the effective death (already!) of punk, symbolically marked by the final debacle in the brief career of the Sex Pistols that January. I had started listening to the John Peel Show and buying the NME and Sounds. From all of this a kind of philosophy emerged that has guided my cultural life ever since. Embrace the new, seek out the inventive and the innovative, the unconventional and the iconoclastic. Reject imitation and repetition, stasis and complacency, the status quo. Especially Status Quo.

In old wave parlance we might have said ‘Keep on runnin’ and ‘Don’t Look Back’. The music of Yes and Genesis and Pink Floyd was now most decidedly of the past and became dead to me. In the years since, I have discovered and come to love a great deal of music from that old, long-haired, flared-trousered past, from Neil Young and Joni Mitchell to Van Morrison and Bob Dylan. But I’ve never been able to go back to the prog. It now exists in my memory like a kind of dream, an unreal world of English whimsy, science fantasy landscapes and gigantic hallucinatory stage sets and light shows. It feels unconnected to any sense of reality or actual lived experience. I just can’t go back there.

Neil Young put it well on his 1979 album Rust Never Sleeps. In the song Thrasher he drew out an extended metaphor for restless artistic integrity. I searched out my companions, they were lost in crystal canyons”: I pictured them floundering in a Roger Dean landscape, though other kinds of crystals were probably involved. “It was then that I knew I’d had enough, burned my credit cards for fuel/Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand…”

“It’s better to burn out than it is to rust,” he sang on the opening track, My My Hey Hey (Out of the Blue), referencing ‘Johnny Rotten’. He wasn’t about to go all punk rock, but the point was clear.

In writing this piece, however, I realise I have potentially put myself in a difficult spot, as JC might dredge up something dreadful from Nursery Cryme or Tales from Topographic Oceans and I’ll feel compelled to listen to it, at risk of precipitating some kind of psychological flashback crisis. I recommend therefore that any of you who might feel similar trepidation ensure that you have a paramusical crash-team on stand-by, ready to administer a life-saving dose of 1977 by The Clash, or Art School by The Jam. Anything that delivers a full-bore shot of life-giving energy from that pivotal moment in popular music history. Anything that screams ‘keep on runnin’, or ‘don’t look back’.

mp3: T-Rex – Solid Gold Easy Action
mp3: Slade – Gudbuy T’Jane
mp3: SAHB – Anthem
mp3: Yes – Roundabout
mp3: Genesis – I Know What I Like
mp3: Pink Floyd – Great Gig in the Sky
mp3: Neil Young – Thrasher
mp3: Stranglers – Sometimes
mp3: The Clash – 1977
mp3: The Jam – Art School
mp3: The Adverts – New Church

Fraser

NO ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE WAS USED

First midweek day of a new month.  You should know what to expect by now.

mp3: Various – No Artificial Intelligence Was Used

The xx – Intro (long version)
The Passions – I’m In Love With A German Film Star
Cocteau Twins – Pearly Dewdrops’ Drop
The Cure – Primary (7″ mix)
Ladyhawke – Magic
Echo & The Bunnymen – Heaven Up Here
The Nectarine No.9 – Don’t Worry Babe, You’re Not The Only One Awake
Fatboy Slim – Weapon Of Choice
Cornershop – Sleep On The Left Side
English Teacher – Nearly Daffodils
The Pains of Being Pure At Heart – Young Adult Friction
The Magic Numbers – Love Me Like You
M.I.A. – Born Free
Bodega – Margot
The Saints – This Perfect Day
Sons & Daughters – Medicine

JC

 

AN IMAGINARY COMPILATION ALBUM : #384: FANATICA INDIE, CHILE

A guest posting by SWC (No Badger Required)

An ICA compiled by the best Radio Stations in the world– Part 1 – Fanatica Indie, Chile.

Recently, I have been having a recurring dream, no not that one involving Helen Baxendale and Usagi from Alice in Borderland, another one. In this dream, I am in the desert, walking blindly towards the horizon. My water bottle has pretty much run out, my feet are sore, I have a beard, and my hair has grown long and straggly.

As I stumble in no particular direction, I see something to my right, half buried in the sand and I stagger towards it, and then I dig using my hands and reveal a radio, an old crappy transistor radio like what my grandad used to listen to the racing results on, in fact it’s probably the same radio.

Then I usually slump on to the ground, exhausted and switch the radio on. There is nothing, so I whack it on the side and a stupid amount of sand falls out of it. Then I play with the volume and the tuner, there is static, then a crackle and then from nowhere there is the faintest chime of music, I turn the tuner a little more and the sound becomes clearer. Then I realise it’s the music of Ed Sheeran, and so I retune but every radio station that I find is playing the same sodding Sheeran song, and then I wake up shaking and covered in sweat. Man, its horrible.

Luckily, thanks, mainly to the Internet, or in my case an App on my phone, there are actually thousands of radio stations that we can now listen to and the chances are that at least one of them won’t be playing Ed Sheeran if you tune into them. I love the radio, and I often find myself tuning into radio stations from across the world for an hour or two just because I can.

Sometimes these radio stations are incredible, for instance there is a radio station broadcasting out of Debrecen that has a live gypsy punk band session every Wednesday evening at around 9pm (UK Time). There is another somewhere in deepest Alabama that only (or seems to) plays heartbreakingly beautiful acoustic country songs sung by females. It’s great because you simply don’t know what you are going to hear.

So, I have decided to do write something about the thrill of listening to brilliant music on the radio in the form of an ICA. I have asked my daughter to pick a number from 1 to 17 (that’s how many radio stations are on my favourites list) and whichever one she chooses I will make an ICA from the first ten songs that it plays. So, it could be awful, it could be amazing.

She picks number 8 – which has Fanatica, Indie written next to it. Fanatica Indie is based in Chile and I have written over at my own blog before about how great it is – you can find it on the Internet – it comes recommended. Here’s what it was playing between 8pm and 9pm (UK Time) on a Wednesday evening.

Side One – Made up of the first five tracks

High Pressure Days – Units (1980, 415 Records)

This kind of what I was talking about when I mentioned the thrill of the unknown, because I’ve never heard of Units before. Google tells me that they are synth pop pioneers from San Francisco. They are sort of brilliant as well. They sound a bit like Devo and a lot like OMD if that helps you out. ‘High Pressure Days’ comes from the debut album ‘Digital Stimulation’ and that too is excellent, as I have found out in the last few days.

Breakfast – Anteros (2015, Distiller Records)

Another band completely new to me. Anteros are an indie band from London and ‘Breakfast’ is taken from their second EP, which was also called ‘Breakfast’. They sound like Wolf Alice, which is no bad thing;  most of the female fronted bands that emerged in the teenie decade sounded like Wolf Alice.

World Is The One – Bel Air Lip Bombs (2023, Third Man Records)

A third new sound in a row. The Bel Air Lip Bombs are from Australia and they play a punchy, hook-laden brand of indie rock, and they are really really good. I’ve just listened to their debut record ‘Lush Life’ and it’s great, like what The Strokes would have sounded like if they had PJ Harvey fronting them

Telephone Baby – Delights (2021, Modern Sky Records)

The new bands keep on coming, this one though is not so great. Delights are from Manchester and they play radio friendly indie pop. They want to be Snow Patrol but they sound like Athlete.

Tripped – Whipping Boy (1995, Sony Records)

Side One ends with the best song played so far (although Units runs it close). I adore Whipping Boy and ‘Tripped’ is taken from their second album ‘Heartworm’ which just happens to be one of the best albums of the nineties. Totally ace.

Don’t you just love the radio.

Side Two – made up of the next five tracks.

Doomsday Prepper – Adult DVD (2024, Self Released)

Side Two starts with a relatively new track from Adult DVD. Now those of you who read my own nonsense of a blog, No Badger Required, will know how much I rate Adult DVD. They are put simply one of the finest new bands to have emerged in the last five years. To hear them being played on a radio station broadcasting in Santiago is just mind blowing.

One Thing – China Drum (1997, Mantra Records)

Next up we have China Drum. I love China Drum, but for some reason the choice of song annoys me. I think it’s because the Drum’s first album was just so good and their second (from which ‘One Thing’ is taken) just wasn’t.

Painting of My Time – Floodlights (2023, Self Released)

This is getting weird. Floodlights are an Australian band, they are excellent. Their music is post punk but with a dark pop edge. I really like them. What’s weird is that in November I saw them live on the same night as I saw Adult DVD and now here I am listening to them both in the space of eight minutes on a Chilean radio Show. It’s like they have tapped into my Amazon algorithm

Rain – Wunderhorse (2024, Communion Group Records)

Wunderhorse are next up, they are another rising indie rock band who released their second album ‘Rain’ last year. They have been compared to bands like Fontaines DC and early Radiohead. That sort of holds up. This has been a very good hour indeed (Delights and dodgy China Drum album track asides).

Laid – The Pains of Being Pure at Heart (2011, Painbow Records)

Yup, its that ‘Laid’. It’s a great version of it as well – it’s quite loyal to the original but hearing it sung by a female voice gives it something different and unique. Brilliant way to end the hour.

And there you have it. All things said, not a bad way to spend an hour on a wet Wednesday evening. I hope you enjoyed the music, because, well I’m doing the whole thing again next week, but then the music will come from a Belgian radio station that specialises in ‘Electropop’ – expect lots of Soulwax then.

 

SWC

CARNIVAL AGAINST THE NAZIS

A guest posting by Fraser Pettigrew (aka our New Zealand correspondent)

There’s a social media meme knocking about that says, succinctly, “If you’ve ever wondered what you would have done in Germany in the 1930s… you’re doing it now.” It’s a brutally accurate summary of our impotent inactivity in the face of 21st century fascists taking over the most powerful nation on the planet. Opportunities to resist seem absent.

Was it otherwise before? It may not qualify as much more than the equivalent of modern-day liberal hand-wringing, but in the late 1970s in the UK there was a thing called Rock Against Racism. It did what it said on the tin, got people out to enjoy some music while making their intolerance of racism loud and clear. RAR was formed in response to Eric Clapton’s obnoxious onstage racist outburst in 1976, and alongside the rise of the white-supremacist National Front in English politics.

RAR developed a strong connection with the Anti-Nazi League when the latter was formed early in 1977. Essentially a front organisation for the Socialist Workers Party, the ANL pulled together trade unions and community organisations to mobilise against the National Front, mounting counter-demonstrations that occasionally resulted in the actual shit being kicked out of actual fascists.

Given the typically self-satisfied and apolitical torpor of the musical old guard and the sometimes highly political new wave, it’s little wonder that RAR gigs were a roll-call of punk bands as well as the best in UK reggae. In April 1978 the RAR/ANL Carnival Against Racism in London saw over 100,000 march from Trafalgar Square, led by Misty in Roots on the back of a lorry, to Victoria Park in Hackney where The Clash, Steel Pulse, Tom Robinson Band and X-Ray Spex performed.

In July, a similar event took place in Manchester, and in August, Edinburgh’s branch of the Anti-Nazi League decided to ride the wave while Scotland’s elusive summer was still notionally operative, with a march and free gig at Craigmillar to be headlined by The Clash and primo reggae group Aswad, supported by various local bands.
I was then a spotty 15-year old with one gig under my belt (The Boomtown Rats) and the opportunity to see The Clash (for free!) was an irresistible lure. The politics were fine too, but the name of The Clash on the bill was what Rock Against Racism was all about, using the power of the music to get people out and pogo round the anti-fascist rallying post.

When Saturday 5th of August arrived it was a Scottish meteorological miracle – a fine, warm day! Before heading into town I had to make some adjustments to my embarrassingly flared jeans. I plundered my Mum’s sewing box for every safety pin I could find, turned my Wrangler loons inside out, pinned up the inside leg seam and turned the jeans back out again – voila! Instant drainpipes! An old waistcoat of my Dad’s was adorned with my meagre collection of punk button badges and off I went.
The crowd outside the Scottish Trades Union Congress offices on Hillside Crescent was not of London or Manchester proportions, a few hundred rather than thousands. There were a couple of big trade union banners and a small forest of SWP-standard blocky red and black printed placards saying down with that sort of thing and all the rest of it.

The shortest and most obvious route to Craigmillar was down the Bridges and Dalkeith Road but the police had other ideas, and we were routed around the far side of Arthur’s Seat, thus avoiding any chance of being seen by all but a tiny minority of Edinburgh’s population. Can’t have the good burghers exposed to filthy communistic propaganda such as ‘don’t be racist’ or ‘no nazis here’. They might take it personally.

It was a long walk on a hot day through mysterious parts of the city including the Craigmillar housing scheme, a notorious zone of poverty and social exclusion, or thugs and vandals to Edinburgh’s bourgeoisie. Residents spectated curiously as organisers with megaphones tried to get the crowd chanting lefty slogans as we neared our destination.

The venue was a small park, then known as Peffermill School sports ground, where the stage sat with a scruffy scaffold and tarpaulin roof on it, fronted with a big ANL banner. The park was about the size of two or three football pitches, a couple of food vans parked at the edge. Glastonbury it was not.

At this point people began breaking out of the march to nip through the numerous holes in the vandalised fence, rather than carry on via the gate which was acting as a bottle-neck and slowing everyone to a standstill. The SWP marshals tried to get everyone to stick together as one impressive column of anti-fascist determination. “Stay on the road! Solidarity comrades!” shouted one of them through his megaphone as the Clash fans flooded past him. Fuck solidarity, this is rock’n’roll, mate…

I was more concerned about rehydrating after the long march (nobody carried water bottles in those days), so I may have been queuing at one of the skanky food vans when the first band, Deleted, came on. I have no recollection of them, though I have discovered that in 1979 they changed name and became rather better known as The Visitors. At any rate, I was fully present for second act, The Freeze. I remember being impressed, the lead singer’s striking mop of blond curls cutting a distinctive figure, the music an intriguing step ahead from standard punk thrash, hinting at something more sophisticated and moody.

I never saw them live again, although I realise now that I was at another event they played the following summer in Ironmills Park in Dalkeith, with a bunch of local bands on the back of a single flat-bed trailer. Apparently The Freeze was one of them, but I must have run off home for my tea before they came on.

It was JC’s recent post on what became of that mop-haired singer that dredged up memories of this whole event. Until I read about Cindytalk I had no idea that The Freeze had any kind of afterlife. I found a download of one of their Peel sessions a while ago, but I always assumed they were amongst the multitude of musicians that simply had their brief moment and then went back to the day job.

I was thoroughly enjoying the next band too, more edgy, angular, post-punk strangeness. The singer was dressed all in pink and was even more provocatively weird than The Freeze.

This was Scars, and they were too provocative for the troglodyte hardcore punks who just wanted to skip straight to The Clash. Projectiles started flying towards the stage, full cans of juice and beer forcing some evasive action and bringing the MC onto the stage to call for calm. They tried to start again, barely three or four songs into their set. The bombing continued and regretfully they decided to depart. The drunken mob was not to be messed with.

Sadly, I never saw Scars again either, despite much gig-going in subsequent student years in Edinburgh. They were followed on stage by The Monos (from London) and then The Valves, both sufficiently robust and trad-punk in a pub-rock power-pop sort of way for The Clash fans. There was still some light-hearted projectile-throwing, but only filled rolls, one of which was deftly caught by the lead singer of The Monos who promptly munched into it. “Yum, cheese and onion, my favourite!” he quipped.

An uncomfortable, restive atmosphere persisted. I don’t know why, but there was a feeling that something was up. After The Valves, the MC came on stage and announced that a couple of members of The Clash had been arrested in London the previous day, had been unable to travel and therefore the band would not now be playing. As you can imagine, the response was not good. Missiles flew again. The MC braved the bombardment, tried to blame it all on the ‘fascist pigs’ and urged everyone to give it up for the next band. The punks were having none of it and steamed for the exit as briskly as they’d rushed through the fence a few hours earlier.

I wonder now if the timing of the announcement was cleverly tactical. The next band was Aswad, and perhaps the organisers feared for their treatment by the punks as the hour of The Clash neared. Spilling the beans meant they all pissed off and left the rest of us to enjoy a brilliant performance by the reggae stars. They must have wondered what the hell they were doing in the middle of such a shit-show, but they were utter professionals and we loved them.

For years afterwards I conflated in my mind the Clash’s non-appearance with the infamous pigeon shooting ‘guns on the roof’ episode, stupidly ignorant of the fact that the latter event took place months earlier. All the same, I wasn’t surprised when I finally learned that the whole story of an arrest and last-minute let-down was a complete load of bollocks made up by the organisers before the festival even happened. The Clash were never going to be there, and may never even have been invited. Their name was shamelessly appended to the bill just to get people to come on the march, to make a big show of support for the Anti-Nazi League and get a few more members signed up for the SWP.

It was an idiotic ploy, but perhaps in the end it served its purpose. Like all of RAR and ANL’s activity, it made people feel they were actively opposing racism and fascism and the visibility of the events bolstered the sense of a wide popular groundswell against the National Front. For all that the SWP were largely a bunch of dogmatic saddos, with the Anti-Nazi League they can at least be credited with building and driving a genuine surge against the far right. Undoubtedly that’s something we could sorely do with right now.

mp3: The Freeze – Psychodalek Nightmares
mp3: Scars – Adult-ery
mp3: Valves – For Adolfs Only
mp3: Aswad – Back To Africa

 

Fraser

HAPPY 30th BIRTHDAY

I’m a week late with these birthday greetings as it was Thursday 6 February when Chemikal Underground Records turned 30 years of age.  The celebration was low-key, just these few lines via social media.

Thirty years ago today copies of ‘Monica Webster’ started to fly out of a small kitchen on Cartside Street in Glasgow, Scotland. This was the debut single of a fresh-faced new band, The Delgados, and the maiden release of Chemikal Underground, a brand new independent record label. Three decades, many seminal LPs, and a multitude of hangovers later, it seems only right to mark this landmark milestone with a few bits and bobs over the next 12 months. Keep your eyes peeled (sign up to our mailing list) for announcements over the coming weeks…

Those of you who have been following this blog over the years will be well aware that I’m of the view the label is the singular most important thing to have happened to the Scottish music scene in my lifetime.  Things have slowed down a little bit in recent years, but the release of excellent albums from Broken Chanter and Chrysanths during 2024 illustrates their ongoing commitment to working with talented artists.

The recording studio, Chem 19, located on an unassuming industrial estate in Blantyre, a small town some 15 miles south-east of Glasgow, has been the location where some of the best and best-selling music to come out of Scotland in the 21st Century has been and continues to be made.  There are still many chapters to be written in the Chemikal Underground in the years to come.

If you do want to take up the suggestion of signing to the mailing list, the best way would be to head over to the website.  Click here.

In the meantime, I’ve pulled together my own small tribute, with a mix of songs that have been released on the label over the 30 years.  It’s just under an hour long, but if you hang on till exactly the hour mark, you will come across a hidden track.

Enjoy!!!

mp3: Various – Happy 30th Birthday C.U.

Human Don’t Be Angry – H.D.B.A. Theme
Zoey Van Goey – Foxtrot Vandala
De Rosa – All Saints Day
Miaoux Miaoux – It’s The Quick
The Phantom Band – Throwing Bones
Mother and The Addicts – Oh Yeah, You Look Quite Nice
Arab Strap – The Shy Retirer
Emma Pollock – Parks and Recreation
Cha Cha Cohen – A=A
Malcolm Middleton – Loneliness Shines
Lord Cut-Glass – Look After Your Wife
Aidan Moffat and The Best-Ofs – Big Blonde
RM Hubbert – Buckstacy
The Delgados – Everybody Come Down
Bill Wells and Aidan Moffat – The Copper Top
Broken Chanter – So Much For The End Of History (I’m Still Here)

 

JC

 

YOU HAVE TO KNOW WHEN SOMETHING’S RIGHT

Far too old and unfit these days to hit any nightspots.  But if I close my eyes, I can let my imagination run riot.

mp3: Various – You Have To Know When Something’s Right

Propaganda – P-Machinery
Paul Haig – Heaven Help You Now
New Order – The Perfect Kiss (UK 7″)
Spare Snare – I Have You (Hi-Fi Sean Echoplex Dub)
Yazoo – Don’t Go
Cabaret Voltaire – Sensoria
Chemical Brothers – Hey Boy, Hey Girl (Soulwax Remix Edit)
Simple Minds – Celebrate
Le Tigre – Deceptacon
Bronski Beat & The Knocks (feat. Perfumed Genius) – Smalltown Boy
James – Goldmother (remix)
Leftfield (feat. Toni Halliday) – Original
Soup Dragons – Mother Universe (12″)
Marina Unlimited Orchestra – Wow! (Love Theme From Marina)

Dance away the heartaches…….

JC

THE BEST OF SWEDISH MUSIC IN 2024

A GUEST POSTING by MARTIN ELLIOT

(Our Swedish Correspondent)

Hi Jim,

I almost feel like a broken record, but as tradition now has it – here I am once more with some highlights from the Swedish music year of 2024. Experience telld me I will as usual have overlooked a coupe of great releases, but these are the ones that have shone a bit brighter over at my place. Last year saw me discover a few more electronic acts, and ionnalee/iamamiwhoami had a very active year so I turned this year’s album into an electronic side, and a more “analogue” side.

Let’s start gently with the analogue side of things.

A1. Annika Norlin – Full På Dan

Annika, also known as Hello Saferide when singing in English and Säkert! when in Swedish, released her second album using her real name. She’s becoming more and more quiet for every release and En tid Att Riva Sönder follows the path, lyrics being in the centre. Maybe not so strange as she has now published two books, so writing text has taken up more and more of her interest. This is the album opener, translates to Drunk During Daytime.

A2. Maja Francis – Hello Cowboy

Maja has been here before, a wonderful mixture of Dolly Parton and Kate Bush. Hello Cowboy from the album with the same name is country pop when at its best. Her voice can divide, but man I love it.

A3. Linn Koch-Emmery – Borderline Iconic

Linn released her second full length album, and in interviews she has talked a lot about letting her medication for NPF go and replace them with music. The lyrics on the album are all her own experiences, and opening with the short “A Room Where I Can Scream” you kind of get the picture. The title track Borderline Iconic is a great guitar driven song about (maybe) being bi-polar.

A4. Moto Boy – Satanic Love

From the said to be last album using the Moto Boy moniker, Drown Out The Noise. Unmistakably, Oskar’s falsetto voice over a sweet melody.

A5. Webstrarna – Utomhus (öst)

Webstrarna were originally active in the 90’s with their quirky indie pop. Too pop for the indie kids, too quirky with weird lyrics for the pop audience, they fell somewhat in between. Since a few years back they started to release new music through their YT channel, last year saw them release four songs all called Utomhus (Outside), each with a direction attached – this is east. A slice of post punk funk.

A6. Thåström – Norrut/Söderut

Thåström is in my mind our Nick Cave, a storyteller coming from the late 70’s punk scene and over the years becoming a narrator grounded in blues, a dark and slow form of it. Last year’s album, Somliga Av Oss, is actually a little more hopeful than of late, Thåström singing in a slightly brighter voice and with subjects not always about alienation.

The B-side. Are Swedes Electric?

B1. Video L’Eclipse – Let It Begin (feat. E:Lect)

From the album Begin-Repress-Depart. A band I have not heard of before but came across when reading about the best Swedish synth band of the last 10 years or so – Kite. A bit of dark wave with a synth-riff that almost adds an Italo-disco feel. But it works.

B2. Kite – Losing (feat. Henric de la Cour & Anna von Hausswolff)

Kite has released a number of singles in recent years, 2024 saw the release of Losing / Glassy Eyes and the compilation VII collecting all these singles. As usual, very (melo)dramatic and emotional. I saw Kite play a tiny venue in February where they ended their set with this track, played live for the first time. This year, on February the 1st, they will play a stadium concert in an ice hockey arena, adding ice hockey players, ice skating princesses and ice rink cleaning machines to the show… They never shy away from the extremes!

B3. ionnalee – Keep Me From Dreaming

During December, up to Christmas, ionnalee released a song every second day at her YT channel, totally 12 tracks making up the collection Kronologi 2. Where the original Kronologi was a summary of 10 years as an artist (as iamamiwhoami and ionnalee), Kronologi 2 consists of demos, alternative takes and unreleased songs. This is trademark ionnalee with a instrumental break that goes off a bit…

Saw her play a rather small show with full band in September, she’s surprisingly good live.

B4. iamamiwhoami – Don’t Wait For Me (Daithi remix)

First thing in 2024 under the iamamiwhoami moniker the release of a remix version of the 2022 album Be Here Soon. Same tracks, in the same order, just remixed by different people – and in my eyes a great improvement on the original turning a pretty bleak and slightly boring album into a shimmering piece of dreamy, and partly more clubby, synth-pop.

B5. ionnalee – Innocence Of Sound

In September ionnalee (I told you she was productive!) released the sibling albums Close Your Eyes and Blund, an English and a Swedish version of the same album. If you, as I do, like her music you’ll be pleased with this one too – otherwise I guess your finger is lifting the pick-up by now…

B6. Abu Nein – Wir Leben

From their third album Dark Faith, a pretty dark and slightly gloomy piece of electronic goth (they do a Bauhaus cover, Hollow Hills). Not only the title of the album hints towards The Cure, the last track of the album is 11+ minutes that could potentially have made it onto Disintegration or Songs Of A Lost World, they just do it the other way around – vocals from the start and then a long instrumental ending. Fabulous.

I apologise if the sound quality has suffered a bit cramming in this much music on a single LP, value for money! 🙂

Bonus track: ionnalee – Allting Vill Rinna Ut I Sand (Swedish version of Innocence Of Sound, from Blund)

See you in a year!

Martin

JC adds..… As I say every single year, I always look forward to Martin’s end of year round-up as there’s inevitably something in there that is of huge appeal, and this year is no different. These tunes are well worth a listen.

 

SONGS AEROSMITH TAUGHT US

A GUEST POSTING by STEVE McLEAN

Hello my lovely cyberspace dwellers. It’s been AGES. I know you’re thinking ‘well if McLean’s here then what’s he selling?’ I realise I’m usually only here when I have a show to promote, like some online Arthur Daley. Fear not, I have nothing to hawk, today I’m more like Dennis Waterman’s Terry, just happy to have some time to myself.  
 
I’ve wanted to write about Aerosmith for a while. While ACDC and ZZ Top both have their place among hipsters, they always seemed scared to embrace the world of Boston’s bad boys. But don’t worry, there’ll be no MTV hits here (although Pink is a banger). There’ll be nothing about a Lady or an Elevator. In fact, there won’t be any Aerosmith in this blog about Aerosmith, for two reasons. 
 
Reason 1: Because of everything HE has done. No defence of anything, I’m wrestling with my own fandom. I guess the one thing I will say is that heroin addicts don’t make good choices and generally aren’t good people. 
 
Reason 2: I once had a great LP called Songs The New York Dolls Taught Us which was all songs that had inspired the Dolls and I thought ‘WHY ISN’T THERE ONE FOR THE TOXIC TWINS!’ On a side note, Steve Tyler and Joe Perry used to be known as the Toxic Twins. Jerry Garcia once said of Aerosmith ‘Aerosmith are a great band but they take too many drugs’ How fucked up are you if you’re too fucked up for the Grateful Dead
 
Aerosmith would usually record a cover version per album, sometimes two. They wanted to show the world their influences, but mainly they wanted to get the record done and get back to snorting freeze-dried petrol off of a mermaid’s tits. They very much had a ‘that’ll do’ attitude to their albums and I fucking love that about them. 
 
I’m going to focus on the cover versions they recorded between 1973 and 1983. Pound for pound, the Aerosmith albums are a match for any other hairy behemoth of that period.  
Walkin’ The Dog – Rufus Thomas 
 
One of the great things about Aerosmith is that they turned me on to Atlantic R&B in my early teens. I know the Stones covered this but then so did a lot of bands and I didn’t like the Stones when I was 13 (I mean I did but only because my Uncle told me I had to). But this was a door opening to classic music genre at an early age. The first Aerosmith album is a wonderful garage-blues-rock affair and sounds like it was recorded in a barn. 
 
The Train Kept A Rollin’ – The Johnny Burnette Trio
 
In 1974 Tyler & Co released Get Your Wings. If you’re wondering what the title refers to, it means drugs. As do the albums ‘Rocks’ ‘Draw The Line’ ‘Done With Mirrors’ ‘Permanent Vacation’ and ‘Rock in a Hard Place’… they all mean drugs. ‘Pump’ is about sex. You may have missed the subtlety.  Aerosmith fucking loved drugs. It was their favourite hobby. On a side note, I was once using a dating app in Glasgow and under Hobbies and Interests someone had listed ‘Smoking’. Legend. 
 
This was a song that came to Aerosmith via the Yardbirds but they came by it through the rockabilly hero, Johnny Burnette. The Burnette version pisses all over the Yardbirds version. Frankly, the only good thing Eric Clapton has been good for his whole miserable ant-vax / Ukip promoting life is as an influence on Joe Perry. That’s it. I feel I’m straying into ‘What have the Yardbirds ever done for us’ but that’s a blog someone else can write. Someone dull. I used to be in a band with a guy who would play the riff to Layla every time we had a break. Every fucking time. He was bell-end like his hero..   
 
Big Ten Inch Record – Bull Moose Jackson
 
From their first ‘massive’ album, Toys in the Attic, that also featured Walk This Way and Sweet Emotion. A lot of people think that Walk This Way’ invented the rap / rock crossover genre, but those people are fucking morons and the ghost of Chuck Mosley haunts their sleep. Another great R&B door opening for me. It took me a few years to track this down. I found it on a compilation called Badman Jackson, it’s a bold title given the geography teacher vibes of his photo. 
 
Instead of singing “Except for my big tench in” Steve Tyler sings “Suck on my big ten inch” which was hilarious when I was thirteen but these days I roll my eyes and tut if there’s anyone young around (I’m laughing on the inside, young people! LAUGHING MY FUCKING TITS OFF! Would it be too much to ask for just one more Carry On film? WOULD IT?)
 
Milk Cow Blues – The Kinks 
 
In 1977 Aerosmith were burning out. 76 had seen them record their bestest record, Rocks which contained absolutely no cover versions but a year later they are running on fumes. Fortunately Tyler and Perry’s main source of protein was fumes, but the other three were getting pretty sick of their bullshit. They hired an abandoned monastery in New York’s Westchester area with the idea that the isolation would keep them away from drugs. There was one flaw in the otherwise brilliant plan; drugs are fucking portable. They can be moved around, that how the band could come by them in the first place. 
 
Milk Cow Blues was another song brought to the band by The Yardbirds. The Kinks version which was earlier is way better. Both have their seeds in an old blues song that Elvis made popular as The Milk Cow Blues Boogie. It had been in Aerosmith sets since 1972, which suggest where they were creatively. 
 
I Ain’t Got You – Jimmy Reed 
 
Another song that came to Aerosmith from the Yardbirds. It’s depressing how much of my early music came via Enoch Clapton. BUT! It’s another cover version that they themselves performed. Lazy Yardbirds, it’s only cool when Aerosmith do it.  
 
In 1978 Aerosmith took a break. To buy themselves a bit of time they released a live album called Live: Bootleg, it was an uneven collection of songs including a version of this blues thumper recorded in 1972. The record also featured two other cover versions (three if you include the little bit of Strangers in the Night that Perry plays in a guitar solo). The other songs are the James Brown classic Mother Popcorn (Aerosmith got me into James Brown is not something you had on your Steve McLean bingo card) and a version of the Beatles Come Together. They recorded it for the soundtrack of the frankly amazing Bee Gees / Peter Frampton film Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. A film that was basically a set of Beatles cover versions set to music video set pieces and given narration by George Burns. It featured Billy Preston as a Weathercock and starred Frankie Howard, Steve Martin, Donald Pleasance and Paul Nicholas from Just Good Friends. The answer to your next question is drugs. 
Aerosmith’s version of Come Together is decent enough, it’s fucking miles better than Paul Weller‘s version fucking miles behind Tina Turner‘s. But I Ain’t Got You is a fucking doozie. 
 
Remember (Walking In The Sand) – Shangri Las 
 
Aerosmith were heavily influenced by The New York Dolls and the Dolls loved the Shangri Las. This seems like hero worship multiplied. It’s a cracking version and Mary Weiss provides backing vocals on the song.  The album it featured on was called Night In The Ruts since the record label said that they weren’t allowed to call it Right In The Nuts.. because they’re not fucking twelve.
 
It also featured not one but two other covered songs. Another fucking Yardbirds hand-me-down called Think About It which Jimmy Page reckons he wrote but he says that about a lot of songs. The other cover was an old blues standard called Reefer Headed Women, and it is fucking hard work. During this album Perry has had enough of Tyler being a fucking twat all of the fucking time and quits. A near tea-total Jimmy Crespo joins the band, and guess what? That’s right, DRUGS! Welcome to the club Jimmy, here’s a slice of the thing that killed Belushi. 
 
Cry Me A River – Julie London
 
It took the new boy Crespo and the rest nearly four years to record the next record. Guess what caused the delay? You’re wrong! So ner! Steve Tyler had a motorcycle crash and needed eighteen months recovery time. Yeah, but guess what caused the motorcycle crash? Yeah, okay, you’re right.  It was drugs. AND THEN! in recovery the fucking plank goes and gets himself addicted to painkillers as well as everything else he’s currently enjoying. 
 
In spite of all this, Rock in a Hard Place, the 1982 album is decent. No Perry, no problem. This is a strange cover version, but it’s faithfully done and takes the band out of their comfort zone. I still think the ultimate reason for the song is drugs. 
 
Bonus track – Helter Skelter: The Beatles 
 
In the early 1990s, a box set would uncover a few more version of other people’s songs. Titled Pandora’s Box, it showed up just how little there was in terms of throw away songs. A few jams, mainly instrumental, a few live tracks and a handful of cover versions. They really were lazy fucks in the studio. Included among them were versions of For Your Love, an Otis Rush song, On The Road Again by The Lovin’ Spoonful and Fleetwood Mac‘s Rattlesnake Shake which is dull as fuck. 
 
Helter Skelter was a decent version of the Beatles song from a recording session in 1975. 
 
That’s us! Up to 1983. On the whole I’m glad Aerosmith were the first band I truly loved. They opened the door for much for me, including The New York Dolls which got me into the Stooges, girl groups, blues and soul and all sorts. When the hairy kids around me all liked Guns and Roses, It was great having a ‘my band’ that no one else liked. Joe Perry is still cool as fuck. 
 
I’ll be back in the spring where I hope to have some lovely second hand microwaves and a Ford Cortina that you might be interested in (I actually have something exciting that I’m dying to tell you about). 
 
Big love, you beautiful fruitloops xx 
 
STEVE

 

A FINAL AND BONUS SHAKEDOWN OF 1979

mp3: Various – Shakedown 1979

All songs have appeared in the now completed series.  Happy dancing To y’all.

The Specials – Gangsters
The Human League – Empire State Human
The Jam – Strange Town
The Cramps – Human Fly
David Bowie – Boys Keep Swinging
The Selecter – On My Radio
The Fall – Rowche Rumble
The Pretenders – Kid
The Monochrome Set – Eine Symphonie des Grauens
The Undertones – Jimmy Jimmy
Squeeze – Cool For Cats
Magazine – Rhythm Of Cruelty (single version)
Joy Division – Transmission
Blondie – Dreaming
The Police – Roxanne
The B52’s – Planet Claire
Buzzcocks – Promises
Those Naughty Lumps – Iggy Pop’s Jacket
Dead Kennedies – California Über Alles (single version)
Suicide – Dream Baby Dream

Slighty more tunes than the normal mix tape.  And it runs to almost a minute over the usual hour.  But it’s worth it.

 

JC

BLAME IT ON ALLIGATOR STOMP

JC writes……

I think just about everyone who drops in to this little corner of t’internet knows that I really enjoy and appreciate guest contributions landing in my inbox.  I’m very lucky in having Dirk and The Robster currently contributing regularly, while the quality of the long-running ICA series has long benefitted from the choices offered up from all across the globe.

Today sees another guest contribution, again all the way from Germany.  It’s the first from sk, one of the site’s most frequent visitors and commentators.  I noticed that sk was often complimentary about the monthly mixes, and so I took the opportunity to ask if he’d care to offer up a mix of his own.  I was delighted that he said yes, and even more so when he proposed one which would feature performers who most likely haven’t featured previously on TVV  – I can guarantee that none of their names are included in the index.

He really has done an incredible job.  It’s very different from the sort of predictable rubbish I churn out on a monthly basis. Sixteen tunes extending out slightly over 66 minutes.  I really hope you like it.

sk writes……

I recently wrote to JC asking him to give me a hint if I should be more reserved with my comments. He kindly replied that it wasn’t necessary and asked if I wanted to put together a mix for TVV. This came as a surprise, and I hesitated for a moment before accepting his suggestion.

The beginning wasn’t easy, because since Halloween I’ve mostly been listening to “Alligator Stomp” by the Cramps (and since I saw “Coda” a few days ago, also to “Philosophy of the World” by the Shaggs). Then, just in time before these songs could destroy my brain forever, I came up with the idea of ​​presenting my favourite Algebra Suicide song to the TVV audience. Algebra Suicide is one of the lesser-known bands that means a lot to me. It consisted of Lydia Tomkiw and her husband Don Hedeker. Tomkiw recited her poems to Heideker’s guitar playing, which was probably inspired by the Velvet Underground. There was also a drum machine or synthesizer, which probably led to Algebra Suicide’s music being classified as New Wave. To me, this classification does not seem to be as clear as, for example, Anne Clark, another poet who started her musical career in 1982.

Algebra Suicide has never been featured on TVV before. That gave me the idea to make this a guide. The result was, and this is not at all surprising, a mix with songs from mostly US bands and musicians. They probably rubbed their eyes just as much as I did when they saw the election results recently. I think with Trump and Musk – the real-life equivalent of Sauron and Saruman? – two people who belong together finally found each other. They both have children from three different women, and if you add the number of children of both together, you get a total of 16. Which, oddly enough, is exactly the number of songs I had previously chosen for the mix.

Enjoy the music

mp3: Various – Blame It On Alligator Stomp

Cassandra Jenkins – Hard Drive
Julie Dawson – Silly Little Song
Soccer Mommy – Circle The Drain
Algebra Suicide – Little Dead Bodies
MC 900 feat Jesus – The City Sleeps
Dub Narcotic Sound System – Fuck Shit Up
Arthur Russell – This Is How We Walk On The Moon
Ela Orleans – She Who Could Bin You
Lael Neale – I Am The River
Margaret Glaspy – Female Brain
Lizzy Mercier Descloux – Fire
Kassie Krut – Reckless
Drop Nineteens – My Aquarium (Second Time Around)
Daniel Johnston – Freedom
Meilyr Jones – Strange/Emotional
Karl Blau – Fallin’ Rain

sk

FAVOURITE ALBUMS RELEASED IN 2024 : SOUNDS FROM THE FLIGHTPATH ESTATE (VOL 1) by VARIOUS

An occasional feature between now and mid-December.  There will be ten albums in all, and maybe having read what I’ve had to say, and listened to a few tunes, you might like the idea of suggesting something to Santa.  It’s not a rundown or a Top 10 – the latter would be just too difficult to try and do.

Sounds From The Flightpath Estate (Vol 1) – Various

Maybe not the usual sort of thing you’d normally find around here, but this is a double-album that’s given me immense pleasure this calendar year.  There’s people out there far better qualified than me to write about this album, so I’m going to lean heavily on them.  This is the blurb over at Bandcamp:-

The Flightpath Estate is a Facebook group dedicated to the music, art and work of Andrew Weatherall. It began life in 2013 and has become a virtual home to his fans, friends and family. It is also the host of the Weatherdrive – thousands of hours of recordings of Andrew Weatherall’s DJ sets, mixes and radio shows.

Sounds From The Flightpath Estate is a compilation celebrating people and places, the outlook, aesthetic and music Andrew Weatherall was known for, and the sense of community and love of music centered around The Golden Lion. (JC adds….a pub/live venue in Todmorden, West Yorkshire)

The sounds are forward thinking, created with a deep understanding of the music of the past but future facing, dance floor oriented and made with love.”

Adam, the genius behind Bagging Area and dear friend of this blog from the very earliest of days back in 2006, is part of The Flightpath Estate.  He contributed the sleevenotes, and they alone make the whole thing utterly invaluable.   I know he won’t mind if I pinch from his blog, written on 14 February, the day before the vinyl was made available:-

“Last summer while me, Martin and Dan were DJing at The Golden Lion we had a chat about a Flightpath Estate compilation album, the sort of chat which seemed like wishful thinking at the time but which sowed seeds with each of us. At first I was thinking of a compilation of already released tracks but that seem to be fraught with complications- licensing tracks from various other labels seemed complex and potentially costly. A compilation of artists who are members of the group and who were friends/ partners/ colleagues/ fans of Andrew’s but with previously unreleased music might be easier to pull off. I should point out that our experience of putting an album out was at that point extremely limited (of the five of us, Mark makes music as Rude Audio and has some experience releasing music but the rest of us- me, Dan, Martin and Baz- have close to zero).

The following week we discussed it further and drew up a list of names to approach. Our list included David Holmes, Timothy J. Fairplay, Sean Johnston, Richard Sen, Justin Robertson and Sons Of Slough (Ian Weatherall and Duncan Gray), plus Rude Audio, Jesse from 10: 40 and a few others. We divided them up between us and started making contact, via social media messaging and email. The first name in the list, a well known Belfast based DJ and producer who may have the initials DH but who has to appear pseudonymously due to him being signed to a record label, said yes immediately.

Once he was on board we felt we had a chance of getting this together. We contacted Waka and Matt at The Golden Lion, Todmorden, who not only run a pub/ live venue/ portal to another world, but also have a record label – Golden Lion Sounds. They were happy to put our at this point speculative album out. The other names on our list began to respond and say yes too. As summer turned into autumn we began to receive music: a track from the Belfast based DJ/ producer that he’d begun years earlier and now wanted to finish to give to us, a track that is seriously good; dubby music from Justin Robertson and Tim Fairplay, recorded specifically for the album; music from Richard Sen and from Hardway Bros (Sean sent us a track, then another version of it, then scrapped it and went back to the drawing board and sent us a Flightpath Estate theme tune); Sons Of Slough promised us a live track recorded at their gig at The Golden Lion last August; new music from 10: 40 and Rude Audio. All of it genuinely brilliant.

We discussed getting an Andrew Weatherall or Two Lone Swordsmen track. Martin is one of the few people who owns a copy of Still My World, a promo CD released in Japan in 2003 tied into a clothing range and we all loved the ambient track The Crescents. He contacted Andrew’s manager Pete Lawton and former Swordsman Keith Tenniswood, and we got their approval and blessing to use it, pending discovery of the master. Ian Weatherall gave us his approval, as did Lizzie, Andrew’s partner.

I contacted Andy Bell (of Ride and GLOK) and asked if he was interested. He replied to say he had a cover of Smokebelch that he started the day Andrew died but hadn’t finished but to keep in touch. Then he went on tour to the USA with Ride. Our deadline for music was approaching (we were keen to have the tracks in our hands, compiled, and ready for mastering for vinyl by November ’23 in an attempt to get the album out spring 2024). I emailed Andy on the off chance and the following day he replied to say I’d given him the nudge he needed, and he sent me his now completed, stunning cover of Smokebelch.

Now we had ten tracks, and a clear idea of which ones should open and close the album (Two Lone Swordsmen and Andy Bell respectively). Dan contacted Rusty, an artist and designer who goes by the name of Personality Crisis, about sleeve art (and getting that back plus the gatefold inner was another genuinely amazing moment). I wrote some sleeve notes. We did the legal stuff. GLS got it mastered. Last week, test pressings arrived at The Golden Lion. Now the sleeves are going to print and the records are going to press, and with any luck we’ll have them out in April (which happily will coincide with the AW61 celebrations at The Golden Lion).

At times while doing this, we’ve felt like a bunch of amateurs chancing our collective arm and making it up as we go along- but it turns out that things like this can actually happen. It’s one of the most exciting things I’ve ever been involved in. It still makes me shake my head in disbelief that in a couple of months it will be an actual physical record with this line up of artists, available to buy. The artists who have donated their music, the people who’ve helped us out along the way with advice and contacts, the team at The Golden Lion, the enthusiasm from a very select group of people who’ve known about this until last night – massive thanks to each and every one of you.”

JC adds…….

It was genuinely exciting to look on from afar and see all this come together.  Adam is such a wonderful human being, someone who has worked hard at keeping the Weatherall flame burning – I’ve no doubt if he ever went on Mastermind, he’d score 100% on his specialist subject with no passes.

mp3: Hardway Bros – Theme For Flightpath Estate

My only regret in bringing this to your attention is that the album is nigh-on impossible to get a hold of without paying over the odds.  Only 500 copies were pressed up, with no plans for a repress or a digital release.

You can, however, via Mixcloud, enjoy a 20-minute sampler of all its tracks.  Click here.

JC

KICKING DOWN YOUR FRONT DOOR

mp3: Various – Kicking Down Your Front Door

The Clash – Guns Of Brixton
Franz Ferdinand – Ulysses
New Order – Dream Attack
Hamish Hawk – Nancy Dearest
Johnny Marr – Easy Money
The Smiths – How Soon Is Now
Pet Shop Boys – Left To My Own Devices
Caribou – Volume
The Wonder Stuff – Don’t Let Me Down, Gently
Stereolab – French Disko
The Cure – Inbetween Days
The Popguns – Indie Rock Goddess
The Sugarcubes – Walkabout
Josef K – Sorry For Laughing
The Fall – Oh! Brother
The Wedding Present – Ringway to Seatac
The Jam – Theme From Batman

I’ve a feeling most of these have featured on previous mixes, but given it’s now the time of year when it’s increasingly cold and dark and we all seek comfort from the things we most love, then I offer no apologies.   The slow and very very very occasional return of Johnny Marr‘s first band continues.   I can assure you that when I listen to them, I don’t sing along nor make any efforts to imagine I’m dancing.

JC

IT’S NOT ALL ABOUT THE BEER….

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mp3: Various – Oktoberfest 2024

Hifi Sean & David McAlmont :  USB – USC
Barry Adamson – Cut To Black
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Jack The Ripper
The Wannadies – Skin
Ette – Attack of The Glam Soul Cheerleaders
Elvis Costello & The Attractions – Radio Radio
Wire – Practice Makes Perfect
The Twilight Sad – Don’t Move
Joy Division – She’s Lost Control (12″ mix)
The Teardrop Explodes – When I Dream (Peel Session)
Echo & The Bunnymen – All That Jazz
The Ting Tings – Great DJ
Ducks Ltd. – Hollowed Out
Dexy’s Midnight Runners – There There My Dear
Dead Kennedys – Too Drunk To Fuck
Working Men’s Club – A.A.A.A.
Duran Duran – The Chauffeur

A little bit less commercial or obvious this month.  Fingers crossed it meets with your approval.  And no apologies at all for featuring a much loathed band (for many) with the closing song……..

JC

AN IMAGINARY COMPILATION ALBUM : #377: STARTED BUT NOT FINISHED (Vol 1)

A GUEST POSTING by SWC

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Rather fittingly I told JC that I would send him this ICA on (Checks emails) August 14th but like nearly everything I do in life these days, I got delayed. Last week, it took me three hours to nip to the shops to buy a pint of milk. The shop is a fifteen-minute walk away. I wish I was joking about that. Anyway, I’ve hastily added this paragraph at the start as way of a personal apology to JC for my ramshackle tardiness. What follows, is a piece I started writing in June, June! and finished on the first Thursday in September just after San Marino beat Lichtenstein at football.

I love an ICA, I love that sometimes they are of acts that I have never heard of, and I dive into them and bask in some wonderful new music. I also love the fact that sometimes they are of a band that I hate, and I shake my head in amazement that someone has found one song that they think someone might want to listen to, let alone ten. Sometimes I fume for DAYS that some idiot has written an ICA on a band that I love and hasn’t included a track that I would have put at track two on side one, sometimes I agree with the track listing but get angry about the order. About once a month I start an ICA, spend hours listening to music by that act, furiously scribble down notes on them, start to write about it and then leave it unfinished, unloved on the computer. So, in an act of soul cleansing here follows an ICA compiled of ten tracks by ten different acts, each of which I have started an ICA on but never finished.

Side One

1. Venom – Little Simz (2019, Age 101 Music)

I started my ICA on Little Simz in February this year after a four-hour Top Boy binging session. I banged on about getting mugged in a South London by Rotherhithe’s equivalent of the ZT gang and then brought it back to Little Simz (who of course plays Shelley in the series). ‘Venom’ opened that ICA and this is what I wrote about it – “‘Venom’ has lightning fast rapping laced with razor sharp barbs that vent angrily about the patriarchy”. Which I stand by, ‘Venom’ is ace and Little Simz is tremendous and if you don’t listen to her music, you probably should.

2. How Was It For You? – James (1991, Fontana Records)

During lockdown, I did a lot of running around the Devon countryside, one Sunday to spice things up I decided to write an ICA on whatever band was playing when I reached the start of the third mile of my run. On this occasion that was James, and it was ‘How Was It For You?’. My ICA of James currently has fourteen tracks and despite writing a really good first paragraph that talked about how much I hated Andy Diagram and his sodding trumpet, I never whittled the ICA down to a final ten. ‘How Was It For You?’ would have made the final ten though regardless.

3. Leave Home – Chemical Brothers (1995, Virgin Records)

This one started with a story about a bloke my dad knew called ‘Eggy’ who my dad once won a chest freezer off playing cards. It went from there to me and my dad getting a chest freezer in the back of a Sierra Sapphire and him not batting an eyelid about the damage it was doing to the suspension, and then went I went to University he moaned about the weight of my record collection. From there I somehow brought it round to the Chemical Brothers. The ten tracks have been decided, but I only wrote about six of them. Track Three is ‘Leave Home’.

4. Analogue Bubblebath – Aphex Twin (1992, Warp Records)

I still mean to finish this one, after all I only started it in 2018, so it’s early doors to be honest. Alongside Spiritualized and Primal Scream (see side two), the Aphex Twin is the act that I have started an ICA on the most only to delete all the words and start it again because I’d forgotten to include something from the ‘Donkey Rhubarb EP’ or because I’d decided that there was too much drill and bass on it and not enough classical piano. Regardless of what that ICA eventually looks like, it will contain ‘Analogue Bubblebath’.

5. Neighbourhood #1 – Arcade Fire (2004, Merge Records)

Sometimes you write an ICA and sit back and review it and think well its very album one heavy. Welcome then to my thoughts on my unfinished ICA on the Arcade Fire, of which six of the first eight tracks were from ‘Funeral’, which prompted me to realise that I love the debut album by Arcade Fire but remain somewhat nonplussed by the rest of their output. Still, an ICA made up of just the tracks from ‘Funeral’ would still be pretty amazing.

Side Two

1. Feel So Sad (Rhapsodies) – Spiritualized (1992, Dedicated Records)

Nine times I have tried to write a Spiritualized ICA and if you check the comments in the VERY FIRST ICA EVER, you will see me saying “Can I do one on Spiritualized?”. So I’ve been trying to write one since the dinosaurs walked the earth. But it’s just so hard to do. I just can’t do it and leave out this track or that track – and yeah I hear you, I could just do a second volume, but volume one has taken me ten years to decide on four maybe five tracks.

2. The Boxer – Simon & Garfunkel (1964, Columbia Records)

My ICA on Simon & Garfunkel starts with me wittering on about ‘The Boxer’ coming on the radio at about three in the morning as I drove to Heathrow Airport to catch a flight and how the bored sounding radio presenter on BBC Three Counties Radio (or whichever it was) ruined it by talking over the last minute or so of it about the fact that there was no traffic on the roads of Berkshire. The ICA currently has seven tracks on it, most of them singles. I doubt I’ll finish it.

3. Swastika Eyes (Chemical Brothers Mix) – Primal Scream (2000, Creation Records)

I began my ICA on Primal Scream in May 2018. The first attempt was too ‘Screamadelica’ heavy (like six tracks or something). The second one had too little from ‘Screamadelica’. The third one had nothing from ‘Vanishing Point’ on it. The fourth one somehow managed to find room for ‘2013’ and was rubbish. The fifth one was also rubbish, and the sixth one was entirely free of tracks from ‘Screamadelica’ because I was in a grump with Bobby Gillespie in the wake of Martin Duffy’s death. Still am.

4. Blockbuster Night Part One – Run The Jewels (2014, RTJ Records)

You can blame Jeremy Corbyn for this one. Well sort of. I started this ICA after Corbyn lost the 2019 election to Boris. My opening line was “If Jeremy Corbyn had ended his speech on the Other Stage at Glastonbury 2017 by saying “Please welcome Run the Motherfucking Jewels” instead of saying “Vote Labour” or whatever it was he said, he would have walked the election”. Which wouldn’t have aged well knowing what we know now.

5. Sing About me, I’m Dying of Thirst – Kendrick Lamar (2012, Interscope Records)

“I’d love you to do an ICA on Kendrick Lamar” said JC in 2021. Ok, said I. Well, three years later I can tell you that my ICA on Kendrick Lamar ends with ‘Sing About Me, I’m Dying of Thirst’, from his second album. I can’t tell you much more about it than that. Other than the fact that ‘Sing About Me, I’m Dying of Thirst’ should end any Kendrick Lamar ICA.

So there we go – that’s volume one of the unfinished ICA collection. Volume Two will follow in December 2036.

Much Love

swc

NOT MY 1990s

A GUEST POSTING by STEVE McLEAN

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JC writes…..

This particular piece arrived late on Monday evening, with the author being completely unaware that I’d scheduled an Oasis ICA for the following day. 

I’ve never been someone who turns down any offers to contribute to the blog.  And while I might not agree 100% with Steve on this occasion, he does make some highly interesting observations in his usual idiosyncratic fashion as becoming of someone who does a bit of stand-up comedy (at which point I should mention that his Edinburgh Free Fringe show on ‘Hair Metal’ was very energetic, entertaining and funny).

Ladies and Gentlemen, please put your hands together for the one and only, Mr Steve McLean………….

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Hello again Onliners! I’m back and this time I’ve got absolutely nothing to promote. A certain Mancunian band reforming have stirred me from my post-Summer slumber.

I get that Oasis mean a lot to a lot of people. Their crossover appeal did a shed load for converting those who were chart kids into guitar music, which ultimately gave so many other bands good careers…. But fucking hell, people (and I’m really addressing the current crop of British media), some of us thought they were just okay (and some of us secretly thought they were actually dull as shit but couldn’t be arsed having the conversation with the fishing-cap-wearing-bellends who had literally never heard another album and thought that the Verve were a bit leftfield because they sampled some violins).

I saw Oasis in 1994. I was with 500 other people at the King Tuts Tent at the first T in Park. They were young and vibrant and getting loads of press. I was 18, it was the first proper British music movement I’d been around for, so I should have been punching the air. The result for me was ‘Meh’

A lot of people will tell you that the King Tuts Tent was packed that afternoon and that the atmosphere was electric. What they won’t tell you is that it was absolutely pissing down outside (Strathclyde in July) and that The Crash Test fuckingDummies were on the only other stage at the same time. Frankly Yoko Ono performing songs of Sepultura would have seemed amazing in comparison to getting piss wet through and listening to “Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm” Actually I’d fucking love a Yoko Plays Sepultura gig.

DISCLAIMER: I might be allowing a low-level PTSD to cloud my judgement here. For about four weeks in 2013 I was the development producer for the Gallagher funded Supersonic documentary. I was massively miss-sold the project. I was galvanised by the promise of a film comparing the rise of Oasis / Britpop to the rise of New Labour and the political change in the country. Now this may or may not be a true comparison but it is an interesting concept. What the film ended up being was ‘Look how cool Oasis were. Isn’t Noel clever?’ I left the role after a month when it became apparent that it was just going to be a very long promo-video, I had to sit through around 30 live versions of Live Forever (although I did rob a load of Post-It notes from the Ignition Management offices…. At least someone involved in the project still understood what rock’n’roll was about).

So I’ve put together an alternative 90s playlist. Don’t worry I’ve not been a wanker (well not about the playlist, but in other aspects of life I definitely have been a wanker) I’ve not filled it with shit like Aqua or Wigfield (Although Dr Jones was a banger). Depending on who you talk to; the end of Britpop is placed at anywhere between 1996 to 2000, certainly the embers had just about gone out by the time the Strokes turned up in 2001. So from ’94 until the year 2000, here’s the 1990s that I enjoyed.

1994

Cement: Dancing from the Depths of the Fire

I’ve wanged on about Chuck Mosely on this platform before and I was right to do so as he was fucking brilliant. He’s not for those who like singing in tune or singing with timing or singing words that you can always understand but he was still fucking brilliant. Cement were formed after he’d been kicked out of Faith No More and then kicked out of Bad Brains. In defence to Chuck I imagine it was everyone else fault and not him. This song is probably the stand out track from the weaker second Cement album.

Reason why it’s better than Oasis: You can make a strong argument that Chuck Mosely was the first person to rap over hard rock music (in 1984). He probably created a whole new genre that went on to be popularised in the late 90s. People will say that the annoying bloke from the Chili Peppers did it first but if you listen to their first albums the music is weak af and sounds like a cat having a burning piss. By contrast Oasis where the first band to plagiarise a Coca-Cola advert. Nothing says rock’n’roll mega-global-teeth-rotting-business.

1995

Bjork: Army of Me

Everyone went nuts for Bjork‘s first album, Debut. It was bleepy and bloopy and lovely. High street shops played it to death, you’d always hear it in clothes retailers like Next, Gap and The United Colours of Ben Elton. So when Army of Me came out it was a real fuck you to the coffee table set. To be fair she’s warned us what was coming with Play Dead but we didn’t listen. This song is a proper back alley bundle. The Led Zep sampled drums give a platform for a tirade against wasters and stoners (I think intended to be over-privileged-poverty-tourist grunge kids but it’s easy to choose to interpret it as swipe at the Britpop lads… And I do choose to do that). For an extra slice of ‘holy shit!’ check out the Skunk Anansie duet version.

Reason why it’s better than Oasis: When Oasis acted hard they called George Harrison a nipple and swaggered around like wankers in a Spoonies. When Bjork kicked off she was like Muhammad Ali beating the shit out of Ernie Terrell

1996

Tori Amos – Professional Widow (Van Helden remix)

If you ever wonder what a producer does then check out the original version of this song and compare it to this banging dance floor classic. The song is rumoured to be about Courtney Love, not that you’d know from the 20 words actually sung in the remix version.

Now Tori (unfortunate name) was a songwriter who delved deep into world problems, drew on personal experience and produced work that was both challenging and beautiful. Also she never ever once confused the words ‘Our’ and ‘Are’ in a song title and then pretend it was intentional after everyone pointed it out.

Reason why it’s better than Oasis: Tori’s previous band were called Y Kant Tori Read? Which is a shit name but represents a bold attempt at getting noticed. Oasis previous name was Rain which is terrible name and represents the true nature of the band. Wet and miserable (I can actually enjoy rain if I’m in the right mood, unlike Oasis).

1997

Ben Folds Five – The Battle Of Who Could Care Less

The BFF were referred to as the Indie-Elton-Johns, which isn’t a bad title. Like Army of Me above, this is another swipe at MTV wasters. A brave move given the average American rock fan of the time was literally apathetic to apathy. Ben Folds Five were kicking hipsters in the dick before they were referred to a hipsters. Oasis didn’t kick anyone in the dick because it would have involved getting off the sofa and missing an episode of Hollyoaks.

Reason why it’s better than Oasis: Piano! In a world of torrid trudgy bleh guitars, the BFF said ‘no thank you, sir’ and wrote songs that only musicians could play. You might say ‘that’s elitist’ to which I’d reply ‘So you like those 2am versions of Wonderwall that some tedious fucknugget plays on an out-of-tune guitar at parties then?’ To which you’ll almost certainly answer ‘I don’t know, no one invites me to parties anymore’ and I’ll reply ‘that’s because you always bring your fucking out of tune acoustic guitar. You’re literally the problem, Simon.

1998

Air – Sexy Boy

Frenchpop vs Britpop. Sorry Britain, but I’ve always been a collaborator. Do you remember when this came out? All those guitars that were making your ears bleed suddenly gave way to this calm beauty. It must have been what it was like when electropop stole the thunder from New Wave in the early 1980s. I’d say it was Laurie Anderson meets Kraftwerk with ELO tunes but I’d sound like a tosser so I won’t (note to other tossers – being self aware allows you to continue to be a tosser without any life adjustments, Just ask Noel G). The song just breezes in and doesn’t give a fuck that you like dad-rock. The B-side (like all 1990s French pop B-sides) features Francoise Hardy.

Reason why it’s better than Oasis: Fans of Air had to learn how to read French in order to sing along with the lyric sheets. Fans of Oasis had to learn how to read.

1999

Hefner – The Hymn For the Alcohol

Personally I think 1999 might have been the real year Britpop ended. Suede released Head Music and everyone knew that the game was up (Arse Music would have been more apt). It was also the last of so many hurrahs. The last great David Bowie album came out (Hours), The Slim Shady LP took hip hop into the US suburbs, finally seeing off the Beavis and Butthead culture that didn’t realise they were the joke and Kula Shaker were about to fuck off for the best part of a decade.

Darren Hayman is a world class songwriter. This is where the anger really rises in me because by the late 90s Oasis were shitting out absolute gibberish. Even the hardiest Oasis denier can’t argue that they did have something, but where once was aggressive cock-rock was now replaced by flaccid, floppy air-wanks.

For a short while bands like Hefner and Belle and Sebastian put indie music back in the hands of actual indie music fans, but the damage had been done. Hayman is never generic, he rarely goes for the easy rhyme and all of his subjects come from a place of personal connection and unlike so many songwriters of the time he rarely indulges in tabloid sloganeering.

Reason why it’s better than Oasis: Oasis sang Cigarettes and Alcohol and said absolutely nothing about the subject. Hayman wrote separate songs (Hymn for the Cigarettes and Hymn for the Alcohol). He deep dives into both of them, covering everything for drunken sex to the self loathing of returning to addiction. When it comes to cigarettes and alcohol, Oasis are Heat magazine and Hefner are the New York Times.

2000

Grandaddy – Jed’s Other Poem (Beautiful Ground)

And then just as the Britpop fire was going out, Grandaddy came along in the late 90s and showed the world that you didn’t have to be a tedious-upper-middle-class-art-school-Caspian in order to use analogue synths (I am looking at you here, Radiohead). The Sophtware Slump is officially the seventh best album ever released (it’s my list, I’ll put it where I want). Jed the humanoid is a reoccurring robot character in Grandaddy-verse, functioning with the future-the-1970s-predicted vibe. Falsetto vocals and lush keys mean that Grandaddy offer a bit more to the music lover than that the average 90s band. They have a ‘Prepared-to-fail’ attitude and certainly some of their early releases can be hard work. It is this honesty that allows them get in you head.

Reason why it’s better than Oasis: People often say that Grandaddy songs sound like demos and wonder what could be achieved with state of the art production facilities and millionaire producers…. Jesus, you can really see where I’m going with this, make your own punchline up.

I think that’ll do. I’ve not even included anything by Mercury Rev or Cake or Natalie Merchant or Porno for Pyros who all released their finest records in this period. To be fair I was going to include Cake until I heard about what a nasty piece of work the drummer turned out to in in 2014, but even then I was toying with including them and saying ‘Well at least Cake can get arrested in America, unlike Oasis’ but I thought even more me that’s a touch too far.

If you love Oasis, I’m happy for you. If you’ve paid £500 to see them and you’re happy with that then I’m happy for you. I like it when people are happy and things that make them happy should be celebrated. But I feel we are too often dragged into a Mandela Affect when it comes to nostalgia. There were loads, actually hundreds of great bands (and Northern Uproar) that never get a look in anymore because we allow others to do our remembering for us.

Not everyone had the same 1990s and even those that did were possibly the victim of spin. Helen Love put it best ‘All you boys in Ocean Colour Scene, You’ll never sell more singles than Gina G’

STEVE

CHASIN’ THE CLOUDS AWAY

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The title is stolen from a line in the lyric of a song that’s not on the mix.

mp3: Various – Chasin’ The Clouds Away

The Field Mice – September’s Not So Far Away
The Pipettes – ABC
The Jesus and Mary Chain – Guitar Man
Roots Manuva – Witness (1 Hope)
The Horrors – Who Can Say
X Propaganda – Beauty Is Truth
Sparks – Beat The Clock
Soft Cell – Torch
Soulwax – Push It/No Fun (Bootleg)
Prefab Sprout – The King Of Rock’n’Roll
Human League – Open Your Heart
Teenage Fanclub – Sparky’s Dream
The Style Council – Money Go Round
The Delgados – Under Canvas Under Wraps
The Wedding Present – Kennedy
Beastie Boys – Ask For Janice

I’ve long had a wish to finish one of these things off with that Beastie Boys clip.  It gives it a running time of one second over the hour.

JC

BONUS POST : AN IMAGINARY COMPILATION ALBUM : #375: ‘SWIMMING’

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SWC/Barry Stubbs over at No Badger Required is currently in the middle of a series about the Olympics.  As you might expect, the posts are very well crafted, packed with personal anecdotes that will inevitably crack a smile from even the most stone-faced person on the planet, always accompanied by a selection of interesting tunes taken from all sorts of genres.

His post about swimming got me thinking that I probably had more than enough tunes on the hard drive to come up with some sort of half-decent ICA.  Feel free to dive in and enjoy, while noting some of them did feature on the post over at NBD.

SIDE A

1. Swim – Madder Rose

Madder Rose, from New York City, released four albums of decent enough indie-pop in the 90s and then, like so many of their peers, reformed a few decades later to take advantage of the fact that so many of their original fans had got to a stage in life when their circumstances meant they had a bit mote disposable income to spend on new music and going to see them play live again after such a long hiatus.

Swim, which was also released as a single in 1993, can be found on the debut album Bring It Down.  I am a bit of a sucker for the way Mary Lorson delivers her vocal in such a dreamy and understated way, and is something of a perfect fit for the tune written by the band’s guitarist, Billy Coté

2. The Blue Line – Out of The Swim

A four-piece band from Falkirk, an industrial town located halfway between Glasgow and Edinburgh with an uncanny ability to produce a ridiculous amount of talented musicians, writers and authors.   This is the opening track from the album Rescue Therapy, released on Last Night From Glasgow in 2022.

3. Swim Until You Can’t See Land – Frightened Rabbit

Thought long and hard about this.  Still find it occasionally difficult to listen to some of the Frightened Rabbit songs in the aftermath of singer Scott Hutchison‘s suicide back in 2018, with this one being down to the fact that having last been seen walking towards a road bridge spanning the Firth of Forth, his body was found on the banks of the river. 

But then again, this is not a song about death/suicide.  Scott, in an interview at the time of the release of the album The Winter of Mixed Drinks (2010) said it was inspired by a Ben Kingsley film, The Wackness.

“There’s a scene in it which Kingsley’s character goes down to the sea and starts swimming and swimming. I think he’s trying to kill himself, but he gets so far and realises he’d rather come back.   ‘Swim Until You Can’t See Land’ was the title I had in my mind before I even started writing the album; I was becoming more and more interested in the idea of a rejection of the habits and behaviour most people see as normal, and in turn embracing a certain madness. It’s about losing your mind in order to reset the mind and the body. Forget what’s gone before and wash it out. This is not necessarily a geographical journey, as the ‘swim’ can involve any activity in which you can lose yourself. It’s a good introduction to the record, as the theme unravels therein.”

4. Swimming Pools (Drank) – Kendrick Lamar

From the 2012 album Good Kid, M.A.A.D City.  As someone else has so eloquently said elsewhere on t’internet,  ‘What sounds like a club anthem is actually an introspective take on the social pressure and self-defeating attitudes that drive people to drink.’ 

It’s an immense piece of music.

5. Nightswimming – R.E.M.

The beautiful and haunting piano-led one from the multi-multi-multi million selling Automatic For The People (1992).  

It’s a lovely piece of music.

SIDE B

1. Swimming Pool, Movie Stars – The Wedding Present

I’m fully expecting to hear this played live this coming Friday night when myself and Rachel make our way down to Brighton to get ourselves along to the 2024 edition of ‘At The Edge Of The Sea’, the annual two-day festival curated by David Gedge at which both his bands will be performing.  The Wedding Present live shows this year have been to commemorate the 30th Anniversary of Watusi….thus the levels of expectation!

2. Let’s Go Swimming – Allo Darlin’

Soft-centred indie-pop of the finest type. From the band’s eponymous debut album, released back in 2010.  They’ve been away for along while, but a new album has been recorded and with a bit of luck it’ll see the light of day before the year is out.

3. Sink Or Swim – The Delgados

Universal Audio was the fifth and final studio album to be released by The Delgados.  It’s hard to believe that it was fully 20 years ago.  I had hoped, when they reformed and played the live shows in 2022/23, that it might somehow lead to new material.  But with two members of the band now immersed in making a living in occupations that have nothing to do with music, I have to accept it was always going to be a forlorn hope.

4. Cloudbusting Lovesong – Swimmer One

Swimmer One were an Edinburgh-based group, formed by Hamish Brown and Andrew Eaton-Lewis in 2002, with Laura Cameron Lewis joining the line-up in 2007, with their music really being an electronica take on indie.  There were two albums and a handful of singles before they called it a day in 2013. 

This is a one half of a double-A released in 2006 single – I don’t have said single, only discovering it years later via t’internet.  It’s a very intriguing take on the Kate Bush song, which then segues into one by The Cure.  Dating from 2006 means it was recorded prior to Laura joining the band, and the female vocal on this occasion is courtesy of Cora Bissett, who has been mentioned before, being the lead singer in Darlingheart and whose theatrical show What Girls Are Made Of was reviewed on the blog back in 2019.

5. Swim For Health – Ballboy

Side A of this ICA finished with a beautiful and haunting ballad…..and likewise Side B. If anything, this one is even more beautiful and haunting.

This was originally released on the Girls Are Better Than Boys EP in 2001, and later included on the album Club Anthems, released the same year. 

JC

 

HEY STEADY STEADY

Music-DJ-Training

It’s the first day of a new month.

mp3: Various – Hey Steady Steady

R.E.M – I’m Gonna DJ
The Strokes – Hard To Explain
Shop Assistants – Safety Net
The Lovely Eggs – Nothing/Everything
Tom Tom Club – Genius Of Love
Tindersticks – City Sickness
The Style Council – Boy Who Cried Wolf
Malcolm Middleton – Monday Night Nothing
The Breeders – Drivin’ On 9
Allo’ Darlin – If Loneliness Was Art
Maximo Park – Girls Who Play Guitars
Sprints – I’m In A Band
English Teacher – The World’s Biggest Paving Slab
Yard Act  – Dream Job
Chumbawamba – Give The Anarchist A Cigarette
Josef K – It’s Kinda Funny

The KLF presents The JAMs – Why Did You Throw Your Giro Away?

The last track is a throwaway inconsequential thing, of about 20 seconds, added on to take the whole thing closer to the hour mark.

JC