SOME IDEAS FOR CHRISTMAS 2021 (#5)

This week’s suggestion is a book.  And it’ll lead on to a suggestion of two further books.

One of the many links that I suggest worth exploring under the heading ‘Blogroll of Honour’ is Vivonzeureux!, a wonderfully diverse and entertaining blog under the direction of Pol Dodu.

I didn’t cotton on to the fact, until a few weeks ago, that Pol Dodu is none other than JC Brouchard, a truly legendary figure in the independent music scene not only in his homeland of France, but also here in the UK thanks to his relationship and exploits with the early era of Creation Records, and in particular The Television Personalities.  Up until just about now, I had assumed they were friends who collaborated on the contents of Vivonzeruex!.

JC B (as I will refer to him from now on) has contacted me on a few occasions over the years, offering words of encouragement for TVV; he has also left behind the occasional comment after some posts.  He got in touch last month:-

Hello JC,

I hope you are doing well.

I was trying to count, but I know I’ve been following, reading and downloading from your blog for quite a number of years now.

It’s not just that you are my Scottish namesake, but we have about the same age and a lot of tastes in common…! And I find your posts really interesting.

As a thank you, I’d like to send you the three little books I’ve published in English, about Felt, Television Personalities and Jonathan Richman.

Could you give me your postal address ?

All the best,
JC Brouchard

The email also said that the books, as well as being available in printed form, were available as free downloads.  I followed the links and saw that all three books could also be bought abd posted anywhere in the world, and while I really appreciated the offer of free copies, I really prefer to do my best to support anyone involved in the creative arts, and so before replying to JC B, I put in, and paid for an order for all three of them.

A small exchange of e-mails followed, including JC B thanking me profusely for the purchase, and a promise that he would include a few extras in the package.  He was as good as his word, and the CDs he added will likely form a couple of blog postings come 2022.  He included a lovely handwritten note and each of the books came with a personal inscription.

His newest book is Our Time Is Now, which was printed and published earlier this year.  It is a wonderfully informative and entertaining collection of essays covering 50 songs released by Jonathan Richman, from as far back as 1975 all the way through to 2020.  Some choices are obvious, but most are not.  JC B has translated his own original words from French into English.

He similarly did the same back in 2011 with Felt : Ballad of The Fan and again in 2017 with Television Personalities : Diary of A Young Fan.

All three books are great reads.  They aren’t what you would call epics. The books on Felt and Television Personalities are the shape and dimensions of a travel guide, and each extend to around 120 pages.  The Jonathan Richman book is the size of an A5 publication, and runs to 96 pages including its glossy cover.  They are all the work not only of a true fan, but someone who was able to become friends and confidantes of all three of the subject matters and many others in and around the various scenes.

It has to be said that there are occasions when the translation doesn’t quite make complete sense, and sometimes the editing efforts have left behind a mix of the English and French languages, but if anything this only adds to their charm, and certainly isn’t too much of a distraction; not does it lessen the impact of JC’s many thoughts, views and observations.

I was particularly taken by the book on Felt, a band that I have long admired without ever getting to know that much about.  I don’t have too much of their output on vinyl, with most of what I have on the hard drive coming from their inclusion on compilation albums as well as two compilations released by Cherry Red and Creation Records back in the 90s.  I’ve long wanted to do an ICA but never had the confidence as my gaps in knowledge were immense.  JC B doesn’t shirk things in the book, making the point that some of the musical decisions throughout were akin to commercial sabotage, deliberately undertaken, and that many of the band’s best and most accessible compositions have been tucked away in obscure places. The book also devotes chapters to Denim and Go Kart Mozart, the later bands fronted by the enigmatic Lawrence.

So, here’s the thing.  JC B is quite open to anyone downloading digital copies of all three of his books, and is happy for me to provide these links:-

http://vivonzeureux.fr/felt/

http://vivonzeureux.fr/tvpsdiary/

http://vivonzeureux.fr/jonathanbook/

You’ll see that the option is still there to make a physical purchase of each of them.  They cost no more than 14 or 15 Euro, including postage, and will make for a great and unusual gift to yourself or a friend who likes this sort of music:-

mp3: Felt – Ballad of The Band
mp3: The Television Personalities – Part Time Punks
mp3: Jonathan Richman – Morning Of Our Lives (live)

And of course, with the option of the download available, you really can try before you buy.

There’ll be one more Christmas recommendation this time next week, but given by then we will be just about into December, it’s almost too late to make any further suggestions to impact on your wish lists.

JC

 

SOME THOUGHTS ON A GIG FROM A FEW WEEKS BACK

It was earlier this month that myself and Rachel made our way over to the o2 Academy in Glasgow to take in the first night of the Soft Cell tour commemorating the 40th Anniversary of the release of Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret.

There were a touch of pre-gig nerves in that it was the largest gathering we’d been to since the COVID restrictions were eased.  There was also a worry that maybe, after all these years, Marc Almond (64) and Dave Ball (62) might not be able to cut it in the same way.  The latter was partly driven by a fear of later regretting the fact that so much had been spent on the tickets….the face value was £60, which was for the standing section, and allied to booking and admin fees, the cost had been over £140 the pair, which is the most I’ve ever paid for any gig by one act.

I’ll cut to the chase.  The night was an absolute joy from start to end, and I’m willing to say it’s likely found its way into my Top 10 of all time gigs, that is, if I kept such a list!

The duo, accompanied by the imperious Gary Barnacle on sax, along with four backing singers, took to the stage at 7.45pm.  They played for about 70 minutes and then took a 30-minute break, after which they played for another hour.  So, no grumbles about their ability to cut it.

Opening with a rousing rendition of Torch, and thus immediately setting the stage for how important the saxophonist would be throughout proceedings, the first set was initially dominated by songs which will be coming out in Spring 2022 when a new album, Happiness Not Included, is finally released.  A lack of familiarity with the new material didn’t detract from the show, with many of the tunes packing a real punch, proving that Dave Ball still has the touch of genius about him.

Lyrically, with the points driven home by the stunning accompanying visuals, Marc Almond sings of living in something of a fucked up world, with fingers pointed at the failing politicians and greedy, uncaring capitalists for letting the science fiction dreams of the 70s turn into something of a nightmare.  It was loud, it was heavy and it was hugely enjoyable, but these veterans know that a show filled with new material can make for a restless audience, and before long, we were treated to some of the best tracks from the vastly underrated 1983 album The Art Of Falling Apart, with the title track being followed by a genuinely epic and bombastic rendition of Martin, the song they sort of threw away by only offering it on a bonus disc that came to early buyer, and which closed the first show of the evening.

We aren’t as young as we used to be, and the audience, as much as the band, needed a break after Martin, as much to get our voices back after the extended cheers and applause that accompanied it.  The stage crew got busy adjusting some of the screens that were being used for the visuals while a packed but respectful audience (there were more wearing facemasks than I had anticipated) waited patiently for the second show of the evening, knowing fine well what was coming thanks to the powers of social media.

It was to be a run-through, in the order in which it can be found on the album, of Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret.  It meant that big hit single/cover version would be aired early on.  It meant also that Glasgow would be the venue that Entertain Me and Secret Life would be played by Soft Cell for the very first time, all these years on.  It also meant the show would close with Say Hello Wave Goodbye.

The lack of surprises did not make the excitement and energy any the less.  The opening one-two of Frustration/Tainted Love almost brought the roof down, such was the enthusiastic response of the audience, but even that didn’t come close to the reaction to Sex Dwarf.  I was a bit sceptical beforehand about this one….it’s a song that is of its day and I was uncomfortable that it was going to be sung by someone who is now old enough to have a free bus pass; throw in the revelations in recent years of some now infamous folk from music and the entertainment world being revealed as predators, made me fear would come across as shady and seedy

I needn’t have worried.  Marc Almond had been in fine voice throughout the evening, much better than I think even any of his most dedicated fans could have asked for.  But, and with the help of his four backing singers and the manic playing of messrs Ball and Barnacle, he went for it in the same way that the star of any opera would when they came to the aria which is most anticipated.  It was delivered with sense of fun, joy and sauciness rather than any creepy or leery way. The photo above was taken on my phone during the song, and hopefully it shows how much a part the visuals played on the night, but it also gives a hint of the glint in the eye of Marc Almond as he gave what felt like the performance of a lifetime.

The other pleasant surprise was that Bedsitter was extended to include the parts on the 12″ single that didn’t make the cut on the album, and the cheers and applause at the end were an indication of how well it had gone down.   It had been another song in which the accompanying visuals were incredible, consisting of central but not touristy London, in the pouring rain, as seen through the eyes of someone who is making their way home, somewhat lost, unsure and hesitant.

Secret Life was well received before the crowning glory of Say Hello Wave Goodbye, turned into a massed and emotional sing-along.  Only the smoking ban, and thus folk no longer carrying them, prevented 2,000 folk getting out the lighters and holding them above their heads…believe me, some of the audience were reduced to tears, no doubt thinking back to how they had lived their lives these past 40 years thinking of the broken hearts, suffered and delivered, along the way.

An encore, consisting of a new song, followed by the bleeps and electronica of early single Memorobila, brought an unbelievable night to an end.  It’s not often both myself and the missus come away from gigs in full agreement, but we both knew we had seen and been part of something very special.

mp3: Soft Cell – Torch
mp3: Soft Cell – The Art Of Falling Apart
mp3: Soft Cell – Bedsitter (12″ version)
mp3: Soft Cell – Say Hello Wave Goodbye (album version)

One of the professional writers reviewed the Soft Cell gig in Manchester a couple of nights after Glasgow. There was a wonderful summary:-

This show has been a real triumph, an almost perfect combination of vocal prowess, musical dexterity and visual choreography. Sometimes you emerge from heritage anniversary gigs wishing you’d witnessed the music when it was conceived. Tonight proves this isn’t always the case. We’ve been treated to a great body of songs, that have not only stood the test of time but live, have seen their impact enhanced by current technology and visuals.

Indeed.

JC

THE MONDAY MORNING HI-QUALITY VINYL RIP : Part Forty-two: IT’S OVER

This is the song that I will most likely close the blog down with as and when that day eventually comes.

mp3: British Electrical Foundation, featuring Billy Mackenzie – It’s Over

It’s the closing track from the 1982 compilation Music of Quality and Distinction Volume One. The album was the work of British Electric Foundation (B.E.F.) who, in effect, were Martyn Ware and Ian Craig Marsh, the two blokes who had been booted out of The Human League but would go on to enjoy huge success with Heaven 17.

Penthouse and Pavement had been a hit album for their band in 1981 and their label Virgin Records afforded them the luxury of a vanity project that was recorded and released in 1982. The idea was to bring in a series of guest artists to perform cover versions in a style more akin to the new electric music of the 80s.  I’ve previously written extensively about the album, some four years ago. Click here for a refresh if you’re so inclined.

I know that Billy Mackenzie isn’t to everyone’s taste, (hi Jonny!!), but my love for him is well documented. His take on the Roy Orbison classic, which was a #1 hit in the UK in June 1964, is one of his finest vocal studio performances. B.E.F. threw the kitchen sink at it, with cellos, harps, violins, french horns, castanets and timpanis all high in the mix, not forgetting too that John Foxx strummed the acoustic guitar while Hank Marvin did his bit on the electric guitar, and Billy responded in the best possible way.

Roy Orbison himself went on record as saying he thought it was a majestic effort by all concerned.

Play this one loud…..and listen to it preferably through speakers rather than your laptop or mobile phone.

JC

THE WONDERFUL AND FRIGHTENING SERIES FOR SUNDAYS (Part 24)

I mentioned last week how The Fall had kicked off 1988 with the release of Victoria, a cover of a song by The Kinks.  A few weeks later, a new album, The Frenz Experiment hit the shops.  Unusually for a Fall album, the earlier single could be found among its ten tracks, as too could a 30-odd second excerpt of Guest Informant, which had been one of the b-sides to Victoria. This meant just eight new songs on a record that seems to divide fans and critics, not to mention band members, with Simon Wolstencroft describing it as ‘a real mixed bag of songs with some half-baked ideas’, while Marcia Schofield feels ‘it doesn’t have as much of an edge as other Fall albums.’

Next up was something I really should have got myself along to, especially as it happened in the city I was living in at the time.

I Am Curious, Orange was a ballet devised and produced by Michael Clark which had its world premiere at the Edinburgh Festival on 15 August 1988. It was based on the events exactly 300 years earlier, when the Catholic King James II was overthrown and replaced by his Protestant daughter Mary and her husband, William of Orange. It was a typically flamboyant, extravagant and wild production that everyone now expected from Michael Clark and his troupe. It was performed for six nights at the King’s Theatre in Edinburgh, a building which is quite close to Coasters, a more traditional gig venue where The Fall had performed back in 1985.  The ballet would then transfer to Sadler’s Wells in London on 20 September 1988 for a three-week run.  The Fall provided the live soundtrack on each occasion and in due course released the album, I Am Kurious Oranj, in effect the soundtrack to the ballet, with some songs recorded live during the Edinburgh run while others were recorded in the studio with Ian Broudie in the producer’s chair.

There were certain elements of the album which captured this period of The Fall at the top of their game, not least Big New Prinz, a radical re-working of Hip Priest complete with a glam rock soundtrack. There’s also a take on Jerusalem, the popular hymn written by William Blake in the early 1800s, with MES updating the lyrics to have a go at the modern-day government.

It was the government’s fault
It was the fault of the government
I was very let down with the budget
I was expecting a one million quid handout
I was very disappointed
It was the government’s fault
It was the fault of the government

The album contained ballads, more glam rock, weird electronica, some pop and of course many songs which could only be the work of The Fall.

Brix Smith would later look back on the ballet and album as the pinnacle of her creative world, thanks to the mix of high art, ballet, history, rock music, surrealism, performance art and fashion, all this despite that fact she was well aware that her marriage was disintegrating and that it was only a matter of time before she would no longer be part of the group.

Beggars Banquet wanted something else from the album and so the decision was taken to release a limited numbered edition single of 15,000 copies of a 7″ box set and, in a first for The Fall, a CD single; in fact it was a double 3″ CD housed in a numbered limited edition of 4,000 in a distinct orange box.

mp3: The Fall – Jerusalem
mp3: The Fall – Acid Priest 2088
mp3: The Fall – Big New Prinz
mp3: The Fall – Wrong Place, Right Time No.2

The album version of Jerusalem had been segued onto an original MES composition called Dog Is Life, and ran to over eight minutes in length. For the single, Dog Is Life was removed entirely, while the MES/Blake co-composition was edited to make it a bit more palatable for radio play.

Acid Priest 2088 is a dance remix (of sorts) of Big New Prinz, which, as I mentioned earlier, is itself a stunning remake of Hip Priest, and as far as I’m concerned is up there as one of the very finest moments in the band’s history. It should have been a huge hit….

Wrong Place, Right Time No.2 is a different mix of one of the tracks to be found on I Am Kurious Oranj, and I’m assuming was chosen for the single release given it’s another upbeat almost glam rock composition which might have somehow convinced anyone not otherwise familiar with the group that this was typical of their wider output.

Despite the limited edition nature of the release, Jerusalem/Big New Prinz entered the charts at the end of November 1988 at #70, before climbing eleven places the following week. The Fall ended 1988 in triumphant fashion with a sold-out UK tour of larger venues than normal, including their largest ever Scottish show at the Glasgow Barrowlands on 17 December while six of the year’s songs had been voted into John Peel’s Festive 50.  But it wouldn’t be long before things unravelled.

JC

SATURDAY’S SCOTTISH SONG : #285: THE SECOND HAND MARCHING BAND

The Second Hand Marching Band was a band of many people from Glasgow and Edinburgh and thereabouts who played untraditional big band folk music with brass, woodwind, guitars, mandolins, ukuleles and accordions.  The ensemble formed in 2007 and were around until 2016, although there was a coming together for one night only and a final gig in December 2018.  Over the years, the best part of 30 musicians passed through the ranks, almost all of whom were part of one band or another in the Scottish indie/folk scene.

During their time, there were a total of eight releases as singles, EPs, albums or compilations.  I’ve two of the EPs in the collection that I’m sure I picked up out of curiosity more than anything after seeing them play live as part of one of those evenings where musicians raise monies for a good cause. This is the title track from one of them:-

mp3: The Second Hand Marching Band – A Dance To Half Death

I know they won’t be to everyone’s taste, but here’s something you might want to look into.

The band has made its entire digital discography back catalogue available at bandcamp for the ridiculously low price of £1.55.  I think the plan had been to make it completely free, but I think there has to be something charged to support hosting and admin fees.  Eight releases, with some seventy or so pieces of music including demos, live recordings, session versions as well as the tracks recorded professionally in a studio, for a bargain price.   Click here for more info.

JC

REMEMBERING THE MID-00’S (Part 2)

Bloc Party came about after two friends, Kele Okereke and Russell Lissack were inspired to form a band after attending the Reading Festival in August 1999. Gordon Moakes and Matt Tong would join later after answering adverts in the NME and auditioning. The story is that they got their big break in 2003 when singer Okereke went along to a gig in London and handed a copy of their demo to Alex Kapranos of Franz Ferdinand and also to BBC Radio 1 DJ, Steve Lamacq.

A couple of early efforts came out on small independent labels before the band signed to Wichita, a London-based label which was very much at the forefront of this seemingly sudden reignition of interest in guitar-led indie music. 2004 saw the band grow in popularity, thanks to a number of single and EP releases, as well as extensive touring. The debut album, Silent Alarm, was released in February 2005 and was a huge success, hitting #3 in the UK, going on to sell more than half a million copies and spending the best part of 60 weeks in the Top 100, thanks in part to a run of hit singles, including new songs which were then added to a re-released and expanded version of the CD album.

mp3: Bloc Party – Helicopter
mp3: Bloc Party – So Here We Are
mp3: Bloc Party – Banquet
mp3: Bloc Party – Two More Years

All great stuff if you want my take on things. It had been quite a while since I last listened to this album prior to pulling this post together. I had forgotten just how well it maintained a high standard throughout.

JC

ARE YOU ALL SET FOR THE WELCOME NEWS?

About three weeks ago I was out running and as usual the iPod was my companion for that run. I was about halfway round my 5-mile loop, just before I get to this hill that I call James’ Hill. It’s called that because my mate James lives at the bottom of the hill. Anyway, it’s one of those hills that you can barely walk up, let alone run up, and every time I do this particular run I try and get a little bit closer to the top before I stop, wipe the sweat from my forehead, swear and walk the last bit (which is most of it).

So there I am puffing away, my run turning more into a stagger and then a walk and finally a complete stop, I’m about 100m or so from the top, closer than I expected to be honest. I stand there, catching my breath, my back is pointing up the hill and I look down and across the valley that I have just run through, it’s literally a breathtaking view.

About ten seconds later a song comes on the iPod. It was this in fact.

mp3: Working Mens Club – Valleys

Now…three years I would have sprinted all the way home and written a pithy little piece on my music blog about the amazing ability that iPods have to come up with the right song at the right time – but this time I just smiled and jogged home and thought about how brilliant the song was (and it is amazing by the way).

But…that itch was back.

The next day I was making some onion soup in the kitchen and the radio was idly playing away in the background and this came on

mp3: Teenage Fanclub – Norman 3

I stood there stirring gently, so not to spoil the onions too much, and that little lightbulb came on in my head. That’s two great songs by bands with ‘Club’ in their names that I have heard recently, there’s a series in this I’m sure I think, and there is – well until I get to this lot at least.

mp3: New Young Pony Club – Ice Cream

I reached for a pen and write the words “Club Music” down on the back of a school letter and then return to my onion soup.

That itch wasn’t going away.

The next day a mate messages me with a band recommendation, a band called Rome, who, if you are interested, sound a lot like Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. I’d post something by them but I don’t own anything by them (yet). I message him back, “Best Band with A City in their Name..?”

A few messages later – we haven’t decided but I have discovered how great this lot are

mp3: Vancouver Sleep Clinic – Collapse

The back of the school letter now has a list of two ideas and within twenty minutes it becomes a list of four with “Numberwang” and “Overrated” scrawled underneath the first two and then I stop and I draw a line through them all and feel a bit daft.

Enter Mrs SWC, she has I think been watching me from the lounge, with hawk like interest. I tell her I am thinking about blogging again, but it feels wrong without Tim helping me. It’s a bit like Jam Roly Poly without the custard, I tell her, largely because I am pretending to look at a recipe of Jam Roly Poly.

She looks at me and hands me her iPad it is showing a BBC item about Phil Collins and how he has reshot the photography on all his ‘classic’ solo albums – you know the ones – where just his face is visible against a plain backdrop.

“No Badger Required” she says….

No Badger Required goes live from 21st November, please check it out. There will be music, stories, and the occasional recipe (perhaps).

http://nobadgerrequired.wordpress.com/

Thanks for Reading

SWC

SOME IDEAS FOR CHRISTMAS 2021 (#4)

I’ve a funny feeling that Long Leg, the debut album released by Dry Cleaning back in April 2021, will feature in many end-of-year round-ups across all sorts of media.

Consisting of vocalist Florence Shaw, guitarist Tom Dowse, bassist Lewis Maynard and drummer Nick Buxton, they formed in London in 2018.  Within a year, they were being mentioned in dispatches across many blogs and websites, with musical comparisons being made to many of the very best of the post-punk groups such as Wire, Magazine and Joy Division, while an  NME feature in late 2019, on the back of a debut EP, name checked more recent groups such as Sleaford Mods and Art Brut. American reviews have cited heavier influences such as Black Sabbath and Led Zeppelin.

All the reviews, no matter who was being cross-referenced in terms of the music, would unsurprisingly home in on the vocal delivery, much of which consists of spoken word rather than singing, pointing out how Florence Shaw seemed to calmly and almost dispassionately recite monologues, often of a personal nature as if being read from a diary, in a way that made Dry Cleaning stand apart from most emerging indie guitar bands. And while the idea of a frontwoman talking rather than singing isn’t an entirely new one – think Flying Lizards back in the 80s, Lydia Lunch and the times when the great Grace Jones has done similar – it does require a certain amount of style and chutzpah to really pull it off.

I think it has to be pointed out, certainly as far as I’m concerned, that Dry Cleaning would still be an interesting band to listen to, even if there was a more conventional front person, as the music is catchy and rhythmic, packed with hooks and riffs that will have your toes tapping and your head nodding in appreciation.

But there is no getting away from the fact that the unconventional nature of the lyrical delivery is what truly elevates the band above their peers. She sounds, to steal a phrase from the t-shirt band era, ‘Cool As Fuck’, at times very dismissive of the mundane world that surrounds her, in a style not all different from Jarvis Cocker. Whether it all has the capacity to sustain things over an extended period remains to be seen, but for now, getting your hands on a copy of Long Leg, if you haven’t done so already, is well worth it.

mp3: Dry Cleaning – Scratchcard Lanyard

As with Hadda Be, last week’s Xmas recommendation, the record was produced by John Parish, long known for his work with PJ Harvey, and who more often than not 100% guarantees a wonderfully made record.  It was released by 4AD Records and should be available in all your half-decent indie stores wherever you live. Failing that, you can click here to be taken to the official website and spend your money that way. I can vouch that the yellow vinyl is very pretty to look at as it rotates on the turntable here at Villain Towers.

Oh, and that unexpected but welcome news I trailed yesterday……I’m not quite cleared to go public.  Should be good to go in 24 hours.

JC

JUST MAYBE…

It’s not been easy supporting the Scotland team these past 20-odd years.  Growing up, I was accustomed to a limited amount of success in that we qualified for the finals of the World Cup in 1974, 1978, 1982, 1996, 1990 and 1998.  OK, once we got there, we never really acquitted ourselves and were always among the first teams to be knocked out at the initial group stages, but just being involved made for exciting summers.

We’ve not come close to getting to any Finals since 1998. Indeed, there have been a number of humiliations and far too many low points along the way ever since.

There was, when the qualifying draw was made for the 2022 World Cup, more hope than normal on account of us having improved under manager Steve Clarke and from being put in a group where we had a chance of at least finishing runners-up in.  But then, the football matches got under way and the hope evaporated.  The first fove games, played in March and September 2021 were very uninspiring.  We drew at home against Austria and away in Israel, our main rivals in the group, and while the defeat away to Denmark wasn’t unexpected, the manner of it – a 4-0 thrashing – was a horrible watch.  Yes, we had eked out home wins against the Faroe Islands and Moldova, the two minnows in our group, but we now had to more than likely win all remaining five matches to have any hope of realising the dream.

On 7 September 2021, we pulled off a surprise 1-0 win in Vienna, thanks to a goal from a penalty awarded after a debatable VAR review, seriously putting a dent in the hopes of the Austrians.

On 9 October 2021, we scored a goal in the fourth minute of added-on time at the end of the match to somehow snatch a 3-2 win at home to Israel.

On 12 October 2021, it almost came horribly unstuck, but a goal in the 86th minute saw us eke out a necessary three points in the Faroes.

The Danes were continuing to do us favours by winning their matches against Austria and Israel, and all of a sudden a path to qualification was open.

On 12 November 2021, we travelled to Moldova where a fine performance resulted in a 2-0 win, meaning we had secured second place in the group and a shot at glory.

Last night we played our final qualifying match against Denmark, a side that had breezed through its previous nine games, winning them all and indeed only conceding one goal along the way.  Anything other than a win would have meant our next step would be an away match, in March 2022, against one of the other runners-up with a better record than us, most likely against a side that was far higher than us in the world rankings.

Last night, Scotland beat Denmark by two goals to nil.  It’s undeniably our best and most important win in a generation.  Twelve teams will be involved in the next stage of the qualifying process, and last night’s win means we are guaranteed a home match, and unless we are terribly unlucky with the draw, we should be playing against a side who we can beat.  Do that, and we get down to the final six, with one more match to be won if we are to get to the finals.  The draw is next week……

There was a lot of post-match adrenalin, and I decided that it would best be served by pulling together, for the first time in a couple of years, a new one-take 60-minute mixtape.  I hope it meets with your approval.

mp3: Various Artists – Just Maybe…

TRACKLIST

Look At The Sky – Sons of the Descent
Ex Stasi Spy – Luke Haines
One Piece At A Time – Michelle Shocked
Fiery Jack – The Fall
Blues For Ceausescu – Fatima Mansions
Get Up – Sleater-Kinney
Firestarter – The Prodigy
Born Free – M.I.A.
Radio Free Europe – R.E.M.
I Sold My Soul On E-Bay – Swansea Sound
Shake It Off – Taylor Swift
Blue Boy – Orange Juice
Take The Skinheads Bowling – Camper Van Beethoven
Definitive Gaze – Magazine
Hey Heartbreaker – Dream Wife
Go Wild In The Country (12″ version) – Bow Wow Wow

Some you’ll know, while others may well be new to you. It’s well worth a listen, even if I say so myself.  And Taylor Swift straight into Orange Juice works perfectly.

Tune in tomorrow for some unexpected but welcome news.

JC

THE MONDAY MORNING HI-QUALITY VINYL RIP : Part Forty-one: DREAMS NEVER END

Ripped direct from the vinyl, and inspired by the recent trip to Manchester and seeing a copy of the sleeve as part of the exhibition.  With it being Fact 50, it was, in effect, the final artefact, on display.

mp3: New Order – Dreams Never End

The opening track on the debut album, released to a fair degree of indifference, on 13 November 1981.  Much of the criticism, from the journos and fans alike, stemmed from the fact that it sort of felt like an album of Joy Division demos but without Ian Curtis‘s voice to bring it any distinction. It was, I am willing to say, the view I held back in the day and I didn’t play the album all that often for a long time.

Dreams Never End was the only track to feature the guitar/bass/drums sound, with the rest relying heavily on keyboards.  Little did we know that this was the road New Order would look to go down, and it is fair to say that Movement is now regarded with a great more affection than at the time of its release, providing many pointers for what was to follow. This is, I am willing to say, the view I now also hold, and having played the album a fair bit over time, it has picked up the odd click along the way…..there’s a particularly noticeable one in the early part of this song.

The vocals are courtesy of Peter Hook, something which caused a bit of confusion the other week among some of the younger folk at Little League who weren’t aware of the song, with it having never been released as a single and something of a cult favourite.  One person actually thought I was at the wind-up when i said it was New Order on the basis that Barney’s voice was never as deep as was coming out through the speakers.

It’s also worth mentioning that the band weren’t happy with how Movement was finished off in the studio by Martin Hannett, with everyone feeling his work was being impaired by his increasing dependence on drink and drugs.  Nobody, however, felt confident enough to challenge him in the studio, but subsequent singles and albums would end up being self-produced.

JC

THE WONDERFUL AND FRIGHTENING SERIES FOR SUNDAYS (Part 23)

1987 had come and gone, very unusually, without The Fall releasing an album, albeit much of the year had been spent in the studio writing and recording what would be released as The Frenz Experiment in February 1988.  Prior to that, the new year began with a very early release, on 11 January, of a new single, and once again there were a number of formats – 7″, 12″, 7″ box (with a badge and lyric sheets) and cassette.  The good thing, unlike Hit The North, was that is that fans didn’t have to get all the formats to obtain all the new songs, with it being the more traditional 2 tracks on the 7″ and the 7″ box, while 4 tracks were available on the 12″ and cassette.

mp3: The Fall – Victoria

I’ll cut to the chase.  I think the Fall’s cover of Victoria, a minor hit single for The Kinks back in 1966, is a tame and mundane effort, albeit the band sound as if they enjoyed how it turned out, with Simon Rogers again on production duties.  The fact it was also very much a part of the live set lists, is an indication that it was something everyone – MES, Brix, Craig, Steve, Marcia and Funky Si – were happy with.  It reached #35 in the UK singles charts, and thus continued the strange situation whereby covers brought hits, but originals seemed to flop.

But what of your b-sides?

mp3: The Fall – Tuff Life Booogie
mp3: The Fall – Guest Informant
mp3: The Fall – Twister

Tuff Life Booogie is common to the 7″ and 12″. It is one of the most accessible and almost pop-like tunes ever recorded by The Fall, and while the lyric back in 1988 would have probably seemed strange and rambling, in later years you can piece together some subsequent details and facts to conclude that it was MES having a dig at his wife. Nobody knew back then that their relationship was on the wane, nor that she was unhappy living in what she considered to be squalid conditions in the north-west of England. Her dream of becoming a bona-fide pop star was fading with each passing month, no matter how much the critics loved the band.

Talking of Brix, hers is the first voice you hear on the brilliantly bonkers rocker of a tune, Guest Informant. It’s nearly six minutes long, and the first 60 seconds are taken up with the chant of “Bahzhdad State Cog-Analyst”.….well, that was the lyric written down by MES within the script for the Hey! Luciani play, with the song being part of the show every night. Brix, on the other hand, has long said she was chanting ‘Baghdad State Cog-Analyst……

Whatever the chant is, there can surely be no argument that Guest Informant is another great example of the way The Fall offered a quite unique post-punk take on rockabilly.

Twister is another longer song, extending to five minutes in length. There are a number of tempo changes throughout, and it veers occasionally towards the sort of chin-stroking artistic musical nonsense that I can’t be bothered with. It’s not among my favourite of the band’s songs. And while an earlier version was recorded for a Peel session in May 1987, it was never part of the band’s live shows at any time, so maybe MES also got bored with it quickly.

Tune in next week for the first Fall single to be released on CD. You won’t regret it.  But before then….a PS to last week’s posting on Hit The North.

A huge thanks to those of you who got in touch and who attached files with the songs missed out last week.  Some of you sent me Part 2, sourcing it from various places where it has been described as such, but in fact it was actually Part 3 as found on the 12″ single.  The easiest thing to do is actually use the files sent over by Joe via the 5 albums CD box set, issued by Beggars Banquet in 2013.  Part 2, as below, has a slightly different opening than any other version, and it also comes in some 15 seconds longer than Part 3 (which is sometimes mixed up with Part 2)

mp3: The Fall – Hit The North (part 2)

The CD box set also contains that fairly elusive mix that had been kept back for the cassette version of the single, as well as a previously unreleased instrumental version:-

mp3: The Fall – Hit The North Part 6 (the double six mix)
mp3: The Fall – Hit The North (instrumental)

As I say, thanks to all of you who got in touch after last week. Hugely appreciated.

JC

SATURDAY’S SCOTTISH SONG : #284: THE SCOTTISH ENLIGHTENMENT

The Scottish Enlightenment have been part of this country’s music scene for nigh on 15 years.  They take things very slowly and deliberately, as their full discography demonstrates:-

Eyes (3-track CD single) released in April 2007
Pascal (5-track CD EP) released in May 2010
Little Sleep (5-track CD EP) released in September 2010
St Thomas (11-track CD album) released in November 2010
Strong Force (4-track 7″ EP) released in February 2015 (but consisting of versions of songs from 2010)
Potato Flower (9-track CD/12″LP) released in June 2018
Our Children (3-track CD EP) released in December 2019

The four members during that burst of activity in 2010 were brothers Angus and David Moyes, along with Michael Alexander and David Morrison.

St Thomas, described accurately as brooding, melancholy and heartbreaking, was given a great reception by many critics, and was incredibly popular among the music blogging community in Scotland, which was probably at its peak around that time, with a number of its members subsequently going onto to make something of a career running record labels. I had, and still have, a certain fondness for the album, which musically in places had touches of Arab Strap and Pavement about it, although the vocal delivery of David Moyes is nothing like that of those bands frontmen.

The lengthy delay to Potato Flower was fully acknowledged:-

During the 8 years since St Thomas, some people have died and some people have been born. Nobody lives in the same place anymore. A huge chunk of life has elapsed, ordinary life with the standard dramas, love, fear, grief, hope, all the beauty and ugliness draped over jobs, laundry, bills, breakfast, lunch and tea.

I never got round to buying the second album, primarily as I felt I’d had my fill of downbeat music with a distinctly Scottish bent. So, all I can offer you for today is the lead track from an EP that was also included on the debut album:-

mp3: The Scottish Enlightenment – Little Sleep

It does appear, from the credits on Discogs, as well as the less than cryptic nature of band statement outlined above, that 2018 line-up who made Potato Flower was quite different from the 2010 membership of The Scottish Enlightenment.  If there’s anyone out there who can add anything to today’s post, it would be great to hear from you via the comments section.

Many thanks

JC

SOME IDEAS FOR CHRISTMAS 2021 (#3)

This album was previously mentioned in despatches last April as a recommendation for some new music.

Another Life is the debut album by Hadda Be, and is available, here, from Last Night From Glasgow, or alternatively you see if your local indie record store has a copy (or would be happy enough to order one in).

As I said back in April, it’s a fabulous and very tasty slice of indie-pop at its finest.  You’ll find shimmering guitars, punchy choruses, wonderful melodies and a bunch of songs that, for the most part, come and go around the three-minute mark, all of which, aside from the obligatory ballad, have the ability to get even the most reticent folk out of their chairs so that shapes can be thrown on the dance floor.

Here’s a reminder of the two promos made for the singles that I posted back then:-

A third single was subsequently released, the closing track on the album. The band call it a love letter to the National Health Service, and singer Amber came up with the lyric about her experiences of working within it as a nurse, It also features a speech by Nye Bevan, the politician who founded the NHS in 1948, with his estate giving its full blessing to use his words in what is a powerful and moving number, particularly so in these difficult times:-

“Holding the hand of someone who doesn’t even know you’re there
Working for a service in a town that’s suffering
What am I supposed to do, they just treat me as they like
Cutting the ties that wrap their way around me, I just might….”

mp3: Hadda Be – Nurse’s Song

JC

LEST WE FORGET : A GUEST POSTING

WRITTEN by DREW

For
Cpl Andrew Wingate
Pvt James Little

When JC texted me to ask if I would do my usual post for Remembrance Day here as my place has been mothballed for some time and the foreseeable, I first responded that I didn’t think there was any point as for the 11 years across the Kitchen Table I only posted the two names above, a pertinent picture and the most depressing song I could find just to dampen anybody’s spirits who hadn’t already learned the lesson of looking at my blog on that date.

But then I thought about it and it occurred to me that it might be good to go into a bit of depth about those two names and why on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month I stop whatever I am doing and spend 10 minutes or so remembering their faces, their voices and the influence that they had in shaping my views and outlook to life. I must add that it is not the only time that I think about these two men, they pop into my thoughts often.

It may not be of any interest to anyone but here we go.

Andrew Wingate was born on the 2nd of May 1892, the same day that his son was born some 45 years later and incidentally the date that his first grandson was due to be born a further thirty years into the future but decided to appear a week early just to mix things up a bit. Andrew, or Grandfaither as I called him enlisted when war broke out, joined the Cavalry and went to France with the rest of the Old Contemptibles. He saw action at the first Battle of the Somme and various other locations throughout the trenches of France and Belgium including Passchendale. You may have worked out that Auld Andra’ survived the whole hellish waste of human & animal life, French villages and countryside. When I asked him many years later how he had made it through he said gruffly, “just luck son, just luck” and apart from telling me “I never saw any cowards in France, many scared boys but no cowards” that was the only thing he ever said to me about World War One and I didn’t press him on it as I got a feeling that it was something he did not want to discuss. He did read my history textbook on the subject, that I had left lying about the living room hoping that it would prompt a discussion but he offered up no opinion on it.

When he was demobbed from the army, Andra joined the Navy and was set for a life on the ocean wave until he fell on a ship and broke his back., the prognosis of which was not good, he was told he would never walk again, to which according to the accounts of my father he said is that right and through a lot of pain and determination eventually did; and when he did, like a lot of men in Lanarkshire he spent the rest of his working life in the now long gone steel works, the main employers in the area.

By the time I became aware of him, he was into his 80s, a large imposing figure of a man always in a shirt and waistcoat with his pocket watch and chain and the shiniest shoes I have ever seen.  A man of not many words who would come and stay with us three or four times a year always carrying this Adidas holdall containing a dark wooden box. That turned out to be his WW1 footlocker and contained all of the important things in his life, his letters from my Gran and from lots of ladies who wrote to him during the war, well before Flora came on the scene I must add. Also his demob papers, other essential documents, 5 gold sovereigns (one each for my dad, his sister, me, my brother and my mother), three pocket watches, his medals, whole sets of Woodbine cigarette cards and lots of other things including a small piece of solid gold that an uncle had sent back from the Klondike. I found out what was in the box along with my brother when he sat us down the day before he was going home on his final stay with us. He went through the contents, telling us about various pieces and who was to get what when he was gone. Two months later he died, he was 93 years old. My dad said that he had just had enough, all his friends and peers already having departed this existence.

What I believe I inherited from Andra was a sense of justice and whatever morality that I have, passed down from him, through my father to me and most probably my gruffness, those that know me would never describe me as “a ray of sunshine” That final summer I was shelf stacking in Templetons and one night decided to liberate a couple of boxes of Matchmakers which my mother found leading to all hell breaking loose in our house. I was affronted that my grandfather was there to witness this, finding it very difficult to look him in the eye. Years later my mother told me that he had spoke to her that evening and said “ don’t be too hard on the boy, he’s a good one and I think he has learned his lesson”.

James Little was born in Hamilton on the 2nd December 1925 and did not have the easiest start in life. Three weeks after he was born he was left on auld Jimmy’s doorstep with a note stating that Jimmy was indeed the father and would have to look after his son, a fact Jimmy didn’t learn until he needed his birth certificate to marry my Aunt Betty, noticed the crude attempt at alteration, confronted “the auld man” who spilt the beans. All of the resentment and unkindness of the woman he thought of as his mother now fell into place. Jimmy once said that she didn’t know he was away to war until quite a few months after he had gone and it did not worry her in the slightest. He lied about his age, forged the papers (like father like son) and so he found himself in Burma at the beginning of 1943, seventeen with a distinct dislike of authority. From all of my time spent talking to him about the war, as unlike Andrew Wingate, he talked about it, not in any glorified way but with disdain and a bit of regret, I get the impression that he fought a war on two fronts, one naturally enough against the Japanese but an equally fierce one with the officer classes of his own side, often finding himself on a charge and punishment and the main reason I suspect he remained a private. He also survived his conflict, unscathed or so he thought, he had respiratory problems from then on requiring the removal of a lung in the 1950s which did not hinder him in trying to smoke himself to death with 40 Benson and Hedges a day. Once the war was over and before he was demobbed he found himself a little side job liberating Burma of some of its Jade and also becoming something of a star in the regiment’s boxing team.

When he eventually came home, he met my mother’s eldest sister, started courting her and not long after they were married, a few years later finding themselves bringing up my mother after her father’s death when she was eight, her mother had died the previous year. Like my grandfather Jimmy went into the steel works, where he put his wits to good use becoming a union rep, then shop steward, making appearances at the TUC Conference and an article in the Hamilton Advertiser after one speech on the podium hinting at a prospective political career and prior to his retiring ending up foundry supervisor in the Clyde Alloy.

Jimmy became a huge influence on me, from the early days when he used to phone up kidding on he was John Wayne at Christmas and on birthdays to giving me Animal Farm and The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists at the age of 13 to read then discussing the books with me after I had finished reading them. He was also the only member of my family who attended when I had to, in my capacity as Chair of the Lanark Youth CND speak with Bruce Kent and our local MP at the time Dame Judith Hart at an open meeting in Lanark Memorial Hall on the horror of the Trident missile system which was in the process of being deployed. Ironic that the man who would most certainly have died had the Americans not dropped the atom bombs on Japan went to support me but that was him.  I remember asking him where his medals were and he said that they were of no importance to him, he did his bit, not so much for the cause but to get away from his “mother” and that it was over. He also told me that the most dangerous thing in the world was “an officer with a compass and a cultivated sense of entitlement”.

Jimmy had his retirement worked out to the day, when it would be most beneficial for him to retire on his pension from British Steel and when they refused his application for early retirement he told them he was going to “The Record” (Daily Record), to kick up a stink about how they wouldn’t let a clapped out old man go but were prepared to pay off younger men who needed the job. Needless to say he got his retirement but Betty and Jimmy didn’t get very long to enjoy it, as on 9th December 1989 taking his neighbour to a hospital appointment he had a heart attack and died 300 yards from the entrance to Law Hospital.

So for these two men and for their cousins, friends and comrades, the ones not fortunate enough to survive, every Armistice day I stop and remember. Everybody says that we should remember the fallen and yes we should do but we should also remember the ones that came back, most of whom would have been damaged by their experiences in ways we cannot comprehend but were able to keep on functioning, get married, have families and help rebuild this country, twice. I was never one for the poppy, in my youth it didn’t sit comfortably with my ideological pacifism, the white one also always felt wrong but I still took notice of the 11th November. I have always made a donation and bought one but never felt I needed to wear it to show my respect. However I do not sneer at those that do as most do it for the right reasons and I will leave that there, I could go on about the high-jacking of the act of Remembrance but that discussion is for another day.

So here is possibly the best song written about WW1.

mp3: Eric Bogle – No Man’s Land (live)

I once saw Eric Bogle live, in a community hall in Biggar on one of his infrequent returns to these shores and he put us through the emotional ringer but by god was it good.

mp3: Eric Bogle – spoken introduction to No Man’s Land

JC

A WEEK IN THE LIFE OF YOUR HUMBLE SCRIBE (PART 2)

Friday

Wake up very tired thanks to a combination of four days of long walks, train journeys and a far higher than usual consumption of alcohol.

There’s a few domestic issues to be sorted out...Rachel (aka Mrs VV) has had to deal with a lot of things these past few days, not least trying to progress some major repairs to the property we have called home these past 27 years. In particular, we need a new roof….the building is over 100 years old and in a conservation area, so getting work of this magnitude done is time-consuming, especially with the need to agree the involvement of the owner of lower half of the property (we live in the upstairs part of a conversion). I’m filled in with the progress, kind of ashamed that it’s been left to Rachel while I’ve been gallivanting in Manchester. My gift of a Jarv Is t-shirt from the gig seems wholly inadequate. The paperwork is signed off and the timetable of initial patchworking will get underway soon, but the main contract not delivered until May 2022. The roofing company is swamped with work just now, unable to keep up with demand. But it gives me enough time to get my head round the fact that there’ll be scaffolding and all sorts to put up with next year. I hate chaos…..

I really should be staying in and spending a quality evening with Rachel, but instead I’m attending the annual prize-giving at my golf club. I’m having to do so as I actually won something this year, my first such triumph since 2013. I vow to keep it as a quiet night, home early and sober.

I fail miserably on all counts, but attach the blame entirely on the other folk at my table. I’m so easily led.

Saturday

I’ve scheduled missing the football today. It’s a two-hour train trip out of Glasgow down to Dumfries, but the decision is actually based on the fact that there’s no scheduled service for ages after the final whistle, which would mean me not getting back till almost 9pm and missing out on much of something very special scheduled for the evening.

Almost a full three years after the last one, Glasgow Little League is taking place from 7.15pm – midnight. Those of you who have been familiar with this blog for many years will be aware of how much the Little League events mean to me. They are organised by John Hunt, lead singer of Butcher Boy. They are the successor to events he first organised in 2001 under the guise of National Pop League, and indeed the event on Saturday 6 November is being arranged to mark the 20th Anniversary of the first NPL.

Aldo sorted out the tickets and there’s a group of us going, including some close friends of his from Northern Ireland whom he meets every year at the Indietracks Festival. It’s also going to be the first time I’ve been on a dance floor since COVID kicked in, and it’s going to provide an opportunity to finally see and talk to dozens of friends who have been sadly and unavoidably absent from my life for far too long. The one downside is that Rachel won’t be coming, as she spent her day at the 100,000 strong demonstration in Glasgow that was arranged as the people’s response to the lack of progress around climate change and this talking shop in my home city. I would normally have joined her, but I was exhausted from overdoing things these past few days.

I’m actually a bit apprehensive in advance about Little League, wondering if it would, or indeed could, live up to past experiences. There was also the fact of so many people getting together again after such a very long time…would we have the energy or inclination to actually dance, or would we be a wee bit self-aware and worry about the dangers still inherent of mingling and tingling. My fears were misplaced, and perhaps the best summary of the night comes from this Facebook message on the group page the following morning:-

“Thanks John for a brilliant night, what a playlist. It was such a joyful experience, great to see so many friends and familiar faces and everyone looked so happy. I felt really emotional at a number of points during the night, I’ve missed my friends, dancing and music. Thanks for bringing all three together.”

There’s a photo of the night illustrating this post.   It kind of captures all that is great about Little League, with folk just really enjoying themselves in so may ways. Here’s the playlist…the proviso was that all tunes aired needed to have been played at any of the NPL evenings between 2001 and 2007:-

NEU! – ISI
ESG – UFO
IVOR CUTLER – GOOD MORNING! HOW ARE YOU? SHUT UP!
VINCE GUARALDI – A CHARLIE BROWN THANKSGIVING
CHILLS – PINK FROST
ADAM GREEN – BLUEBIRDS
BELLE AND SEBASTIAN – STARS OF TRACK AND FIELD
AISLERS SET – ATTRACTION ACTION REACTION
SODASTREAM – TURNSTYLE
GO BETWEENS – LOVE GOES ON
SERGE GAINSBOURG – BONNIE AND CLYDE
DEAD KENNEDYS – MOON OVER MARIN
MULTIPLIES – MEGAFIST
BRILLIANT CORNERS – BRIAN RIX
LIFE WITHOUT BUILDINGS – NEW TOWN
MAGAZINE – DEFINITIVE GAZE
DELGADOS – PULL THE WIRES FROM THE WALL
10000 MANIACS – CAN’T IGNORE THE TRAIN
JONATHAN RICHMAN – NEW ENGLAND
POPGUNS – WAITING FOR THE WINTER
CAMERA OBSCURA – HAPPY NEW YEAR
FLATMATES – SHIMMER
LEFT BANKE – I’VE GOT SOMETHING ON MY MIND
SEBADOH – SKULL
MCCARTHY – WELL OF LONELINESS
MAGNETIC FIELDS – STRANGE POWERS
JOHNNY BOY – YOU ARE THE GENERATION THAT…
JAM – DOWN IN THE TUBE STATION AT MIDNIGHT
MY BLOODY VALENTINE – WHEN YOU SLEEP
RIDE – TWISTERELLA
SLEATER-KINNEY – GET UP
ROXY MUSIC – SAME OLD SCENE
DAVID BOWIE – ASHES TO ASHES
LOVE – ALONE AGAIN OR
CURE – JUMPING SOMEONE ELSE’S TRAIN
VOXTROT – THE START OF SOMETHING
BLUETONES – BLUETONIC
STEREOLAB – PING PONG
GO BETWEENS – SPRING RAIN
PJ HARVEY – DRESS
POSTAL SERVICE – SUCH GREAT HEIGHTS
SEA URCHINS – PRISTINE CHRISTINE
BEATLES – WE CAN WORK IT OUT
BELLE AND SEBASTIAN – THERE’S TOO MUCH LOVE
FELT – SUNLIGHT BATHED THE GOLDEN GLOW
LLOYD COLE AND THE COMMOTIONS – RATTLESNAKES
TINDERSTICKS – CAN WE START AGAIN?
HOUSE OF LOVE – DESTROY THE HEART
GO! TEAM – HUDDLE FORMATION
FIELD MICE – EMMA’S HOUSE
PAVEMENT – BOX ELDER
YEAH YEAH YEAHS – PIN
FALL – TOTALLY WIRED
JOY DIVISION – DISORDER
NEW ORDER – DREAMS NEVER END
ORGAN – BROTHER
ROYAL WE – ALL THE RAGE
BILLY OCEAN – RED LIGHT SPELLS DANGER
CSS – LET’S MAKE LOVE AND LISTEN TO DEATH FROM ABOVE
BLUE OYSTER CULT – DON’T FEAR THE REAPER
REM – RADIO FREE EUROPE
TEENAGE FANCLUB – GOD KNOWS IT’S TRUE
WEATHER PROPHETS – ALMOST PRAYED
ARCADE FIRE – REBELLION (LIES)
ASSOCIATES – PARTY FEARS TWO
DAFT PUNK – DA FUNK
PUBLIC ENEMY – BRING THE NOISE
VELVET UNDERGROUND – WAITING FOR THE MAN
LCD SOUNDSYSTEM – ALL MY FRIENDS
PIXIES – ALLISON
WIRE – OUTDOOR MINER
STONE ROSES – MERSEY PARADISE
OUTKAST – HEY YA!
HIDDEN CAMERAS – BAN MARRIAGE
DEXYS MIDNIGHT RUNNERS – THERE THERE MY DEAR
STEVE HARLEY AND COCKNEY REBEL – COME UP AND SEE ME (MAKE ME SMILE)
STROKES – THE MODERN AGE
MADONNA – INTO THE GROOVE
VIOLENT FEMMES – BLISTER IN THE SUN
JACKIE WILSON – HIGHER AND HIGHER
MCALMONT AND BUTLER – YES
ORANGE JUICE – BLUE BOY
ONLY ONES – ANOTHER GIRL ANOTHER PLANET
DINOSAUR JR – FREAKSCENE
LE TIGRE – DECEPTACON
BELLE AND SEBASTIAN – LAZY LINE-PAINTER JANE

You might now understand why I woke up a tad sore and stiff the following morning.

SUNDAY

It should have been a day of rest and recuperation, but there was one final outstanding thing to look forward to, and that was the very first Titwood City Limits event.

TCL is the brainchild of my friend, Basil Pieroni, the guitarist with Butcher Boy. Titwood is a residential area on the south side of Glasgow, and at the centre of it is a bowling club and pavilion, dating back to 1890. Basil lives very close to the club and indeed, during the COVID lockdown and subsequent restrictions, became a member. He’s now making use of the building to host what is hoped will be a weekly Open Mic session on Sunday afternoons.

It was a deliberately low-key opening, with not much in the way of publicity. It still managed to attract about 30 folk along, all of who were entertained by one man and his acoustic guitar, delivering all sorts of great songs written and/or performed originally by the likes of Johnny Cash, George Jones, Hank Williams, The Undertones, Gram Parsons, Patsy Cline, Elvis Presley, Orange Juice, Kenny Rogers, Butcher Boy, Willie Nelson and Nina Simone, among others.

It was huge fun, and Basil did an outstanding job, especially given he hadn’t performed live, other than on one occasion, these past two years. I can see me becoming a regular at Titwood City Limits. There are far worse ways to spend Sunday afternoons.

mp3: David Bowie – Boys Keep Swinging
mp3: LCD Soundsystem – All My Friends
mp3: Johnny Cash – Big River

First song is for the golf, while the third one was Basil’s opening number. I don’t think the second needs any explanation.

JC

A WEEK IN THE LIFE OF YOUR HUMBLE SCRIBE (PART 1)

I’m typing this just after 9am on a Monday morning, having decided to share the contents of the early half of my past, stupidly busy seven days. Yes, it’s a tad self-indulgent, but it’s my way of highlighting why sometimes I can’t find the time needed to stay on top of the blog and why the trick of writing a few posts in advance is the only way to ensure something fresh appears each day.

Here’s the quick summary:-

Monday

One of the reasons that I want to escape Glasgow these next few days is the fact that the COP 26 climate change conference begins, with a great deal of congestion and chaos anticipated, especially over the first few days when almost all the world’s political leaders will be in town.  The heavy rains of the previous five days have brought flooding to various parts of the UK, and many delegates have trouble getting here on time, and as scheduled, if they had been relying on the green method getting here by train, with cancellations and delays.  This doesn’t bode well for me……

…..and sure enough, the train I’m meant to be taking to Wigan for a change to Manchester is cancelled while the next available train runs late. This means connections are missed, and I arrive almost two hours later than anticipated. Kind of puts a dent in plans to spend time doing record shops, as I’ve arranged to head out to Rochdale to meet some friends from a long way back for an early dinner and catch up. A reasonable amount of alcohol is consumed, but I’m back in the hotel by 11pm, so it’s not too bad.

Tuesday

Up bright and early to get out and about in Manchester to take in some of the many physical changes to one of my favourite cities on the planet since my last visit here, some five or six years ago. I’ve about four hours to do this before Aldo arrives from Glasgow at lunchtime, and so I use the time to head out to Salford Quays where the BBC have been at the fore of much of the regeneration efforts which are truly startling.

Come lunchtime, I hook up with Aldo and we head out for a walk around the city centre, taking in a few of his favourite watering holes, along with a few he’s added to a list. I should explain at this juncture that Aldo is very fond of his cask and keg ales, and uses such visits to try out half-pints/pints of brews he’s not previously experienced. Me? I’m on the spiced rum just now, either that or high-end vodkas. Beer doesn’t float my boat. The pubs are great, but so too is the walking, again taking in so much of what makes Manchester a fascinating place to visit, even if the scale of a number of the new buildings feels on the overwhelming side. It is still pleasing to see that much of the old is still in place.

Tuesday night was scheduled to be a quiet one until we discover that Jarv Is are in town on the opening night of a rescheduled UK tour and that a small number of tickets are available. Aldo actually has tickets for an upcoming Glasgow gig later in the tour but is more than happy to indulge my wish that we go along to the Albert Hall in Manchester, partly as he’s never been to this particular venue (nor have I), but also for the fact that, like me, he’s a big fan of Mr Cocker’s past work and really rates the most recent album.

Without going into too much detail, the show really does live up to expectations, with the bonus of finding ourselves in a venue which instantly becomes a favourite in terms of offering great and close up views of the stage.  It’s immediately marked down for a future return visit.

Wednesday

An early breakfast and more city centre/canal side walking before a 10.30 arrival at the main purpose of the visit to Manchester, as two excited indie-kids roll up for “Use Hearing Protection: The early years of Factory Records” at the Science and Industry Museum. Here’s the promotional blurb:-

“This special exhibition tells the story of Factory Records’ formative years from 1978 to 1982, and how their innovative work in music, technology and design gave Manchester an authentic voice and distinctive identity.

See the first 50 artefacts from the official Factory catalogue, including creations from Joy Division, New Order and The Durutti Column, as well as graphic designs by Peter Saville, previously unseen items from the Factory archives, and objects loaned from the estates of both Tony Wilson and Rob Gretton. Also on public display for the first time in 30 years is Ian Curtis’s Vox Phantom guitar, played live and featured in the official Love Will Tear Us Apart video.

Immerse yourself in the world of Factory Records and experience a night out like no other with our tribute to The Factory night at the Russell Club. Just plug in and play—bring your own headphones and create your own unique versions of iconic tracks with our synthesizer and mixing desk. Explore how the city lived and how music brought people together with crowdsourced photographs from the People’s Archive.”

We stayed for well over two hours. The temptation was there to go back round for a second tour, but we had so much more to fit in the rest of the day that we had to take our leave, and so, after a bit of lunch in another of Aldo’s ‘pubs on the list’, we made our way to the People’s History Museum, which is labelled as the national museum of democracy. It proved to be a very rewarding experience, enjoyable, educational and fascinating in equal measures. The only downside of this visit was that we ran out of time, before the museum closed, only getting ourselves around the two main exhibition areas and missing out on what looked like two superb temporary exhibitions.

Two experiences down, and one to go. The stroll back to the hotel was punctuated by a few stops at watering holes. After a quick change of clothes and footwear, it was round to a nearby location in the student area of the city for a meeting with the doyen of the Manchester scene, Adam, of Bagging Area fame.

On a trip that provided so many highlights and wonderful experiences, this was right up there with the best of them.

Adam came to see us despite him having a very busy schedule, going out of his way to spend a few hours with us on an evening when he must have been tired from a long day doing his teaching and managerial work, and, without telling us until long afterwards, knowing he was in for a particularly long shift the following day with all sorts of post-teaching events and meetings. He really is one of the very good guys, and both myself and Aldo are proud to call him a friend. It’s quite incredible to think the friendship developed entirely from blogging, and the real hope is that, having not been able to catch up in person for such a very long time as a result of the COVID restrictions, it won’t be too long before some sort of hook-up happens again, ideally involving a larger group of like-minded people.

Thursday

More walking. More pubs. This time, we also threw in a visit out to the Etihad Campus to see for ourselves the extent of the development that had been undertaken by Manchester City FC. A lot of it is impressive, especially the sheer scale of it. The downside was it bringing home just how much football has changed over the past couple of decades and how there really isn’t a level playing field any longer at the higher echelons of English football, far less further down the pyramid.

It also confirmed that while I’d be happy enough to be a very occasional tourist-like visitor to the bigger grounds, there really is nothing quite like a Saturday afternoon with my mates at Raith Rovers, knowing we are watching a group of talented but hard-working players giving their all for the 2,000 or so like-minded individuals. It was sobering too, to think that the financial rewards of being a Rovers player over their entire career would probably match perhaps three months of the salary and endorsement deals of some of the individuals whose faces were plastered around the exterior of the Etihad.

Finally got home to Glasgow around 9.30pm on the Thursday night. Very tired but very happy from all the experiences of what had, in effect, been the first holiday I’d had in 20 months. Other than one night earlier this year as part of a short golfing trip, it was the first time I’d stayed overnight anywhere outside of my own house since March 2020.

A quick look at the blog shows that there has been a great debate via the comments section re The Smiths/Morrissey after my earlier in the week posting of The Draize Train, and I make a mental note to return to that debate in the near future. I’m also thrilled that ICA #300 seems to have been well received, and I remind myself that I should make a start on #301. But I know neither will happen until well after the weekend, as Friday through Sunday is going to be busy.

Thanks for getting this far with what really is just a diary entry. Here’s a few songs:-

mp3: Joy Division – Digital
mp3: Jarv Is – Swanky Modes (Dennis Bovell Mix)
mp3: The Beautiful South – Manchester

Sorry to say, another diary entry is coming along tomorrow.

JC

THE MONDAY MORNING HI-QUALITY VINYL RIP : Part Forty: LEVI STUBBS’ TEARS

This is one of those songs where, no matter how hard I try, I can never come up with the words to do it justice. Maybe because it is the saddest song I’ve ever heard

mp3: Billy Bragg – Levi Stubbs’ Tears

From Talking With The Taxman About Poetry, the one that Billy called ‘The Difficult Third Album’ on the front of the sleeve.  The only difficulty I have with it is trying to accept that it was released 35 years ago.

JC

THE WONDERFUL AND FRIGHTENING SERIES FOR SUNDAYS (Part 22)

I’m being lazy/cheeky this week as Part 22 of the series is being given over to a guest posting, but without the author being asked if it is OK to do so.

Tom Doyle is an acclaimed music journalist, author, and long-standing contributor to Mojo and Q. His work has also appeared in Billboard, The Guardian, The Times, and Sound on Sound. Over the years, he has been responsible for key magazine profiles of Paul McCartney, Elton John, Yoko Ono, Keith Richards, U2, Madonna, Kate Bush, and R.E.M., among many other artists. He is the author of The Glamour Chase: The Maverick Life of Billy MacKenzie, for which I will always hold him in the very highest regard.

It was for Sound on Sound, back in March 2015, that he composed what must be the definitive piece on the Fall’s 22nd single. I’m providing an edited version, leaving aside many of the technical aspects around the recording process, but there is link to the full article provided at the end.

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In 1987, the Fall, a band who were 10 albums into their career, producing challenging, hall–of–mirrors post–punk, suddenly made a lurch for the dancefloor. October of that year saw the amorphous Prestwich troupe, fronted by their inimitable and unpredictable ringmaster Mark E Smith, release ‘Hit The North’, a rousing groove–based anthem which is now regarded by many as both their ultimate statement and best single.

For this most underground of bands, this seemed like a very conscious effort to go commercial. “Nah, it wasn’t a conscious effort,” Smith stated to this writer in 2006. “It was just trying to get it a bit more punchy. I always like it very clean and simple. A lot of groups are swamped with sound.”

The beginning of the Fall’s slow creep towards the mainstream, which culminated with ‘Hit The North’, had begun three years earlier in 1984 when, before signing to a new label, Beggars Banquet, Smith had seriously considered quitting music altogether.

“I thought, fuck it,” he admitted. “Nobody liked us. We always got good reviews, but that doesn’t put food on your plate, does it? I was thinking of packing it in. I was gonna sell pool tables. It was a bit heavy for me that time. But then I got a bit of the old writing impetus and I carried on with it. People forget all this, y’know. They forget that the Fall wasn’t really appreciated until the mid-’80s.”

Along with Smith’s change of attitude, the addition of two new members to the Fall was to significantly change their sound. The singer’s American wife, guitarist and vocalist Brix Smith, had joined the band in 1983. She admitted that she felt that, in many ways, the Fall were undervalued and that she had designs on upping their commercial potential. “It was definitely a conscious thing on my part,” she said, “because they were so, so underground and so unappreciated and unknown. I just thought they were such an important band and it needed to be broadcast all over the world.”

Then, in 1985, came Londoner Simon Rogers, a multi–instrumentalist who was initially brought in to play bass with the band, before moving to guitar/keyboards and then going on to produce many of the Fall’s records, including ‘Hit The North’. His connection to Mark E Smith was first made when progressive ballet dancer Michael Clark asked Rogers to score an orchestral arrangement of ‘The Classical’, from the Fall’s 1982 album Hex Enduction Hour.

“Which I tried to do,” Rogers remembers today. “But looking back on it, it’s not one of those things you can just arrange. It needs a real concept and real time and real skill, which I don’t think I had at the time. So that wasn’t a great success. But I phoned Mark up in the process of trying to arrange ‘The Classical’ and said, ‘What do you think about using horns on the chorus?’ And he said, ‘I dunno, cock. I don’t know anything about music. Do you play bass?’ I said, ‘I have played bass, yeah.’ So he said, ‘D’you wanna come on tour with us?’”

In the 2009 book The Fallen: Life In And Out Of Britain’s Most Insane Group, author Dave Simpson’s search for the more than 60 members who have passed through the band since their formation in 1976, he names Simon Rogers as “the least likely musician ever to end up in the Fall”.

Even if their backgrounds were very different, Mark E Smith and Simon Rogers bonded quickly when the former invited the latter to come and stay with him in Prestwich to learn the basslines to the key Fall songs. “Mark would have piles of papers and plastic bags full of notes and stuff,” he says. “We’d sit up all night and we’d listen to William Burroughs and Captain Beefheart and Frank Zappa. Lots of speed, lot of fags, lots of beer. We became pretty good mates and he stayed with me in London nearly all the time when he came down.”

But even after joining the Fall and touring extensively with the band, Rogers realised that his heart belonged in the studio, forcing him to choose to quit the live band and concentrate on recording. “It was tough touring with the Fall,” he admits. “‘Cause we used to go to America and do 20 dates or more in a month. You’re on stage for an hour and the other 23 hours of the day, you’re just dicking around. And it wasn’t enough music for me.”

In approaching the making of the Fall’s next album, The Frenz Experiment, the sessions for which would yield ‘Hit The North’, Simon Rogers suddenly found himself promoted by Smith to producer for the whole project. “There was this idea that I was the guy that could ‘handle’ Mark Smith,” he says. “But it wasn’t that at all. We were just matey at the time. I think he trusted me as a musician to pull something together. Rather than having an engineer/producer, why not have a musician/producer? So it was like having another useful band member.”

The Frenz Experiment was recorded over the month of July 1987 in Abbey Road Studio 2. While The Frenz Experiment is a very live–sounding album, ‘Hit The North’ was a far more programmed affair.

Meanwhile, Rogers laughs when remembering the moment he got to the end of his rope in his dealings with Smith. One day, the frontman walked into the studio while Steve Hanley was fooling around on his bass with the riff of Spinal Tap’s ‘Tonight I’m Gonna Rock You Tonight’. Smith decided this was great and it became the basis of the track ‘Athlete Cured’. Rogers couldn’t believe what was happening. “I said, ‘What the fuck? It’s a 100 percent lift’. I knew the track, I was a big Spinal Tap fan. So after a bit of pointless persuasion by me, they recorded it. I thought they’d get done for it basically. But then I suppose a bass line in those days… That was kind of before the massive sampling trials. Mark said, ‘Don’t care. I like it.’”

Simon Rogers was to go on to produce two more albums for the Fall, Code: Selfish in 1992 and The Infotainment Scan in 1993, before he and Smith had an irreparable bust–up in a studio in Manchester.

Looking back on his time working with the Fall, Rogers admits that it was a period which taught him a lot. “Just that there’s other ways to do things,” he says. “After coming out of the Royal College Of Music, I realised there’s more than one way to skin a cat. For sure.”

As far as ‘Hit The North’ was concerned, although it is now considered a classic track for the Fall, upon its release, it actually failed to chart, struggling to number 57. As ever, Mark E Smith had a theory about this.

“We lost half our fan base with that,” he pointed out, “‘cause everybody thought it was disco. Everybody was like, fucking hell, they’ve sold out.”

The full article can be read here.

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Hit The North was released across a ridiculous amount of formats in October 1987. There was a 7″, a 12″ (with a gatefold sleeve), a 7″ picture disc, a 12″ with remixes and a cassette single which included a mix otherwise unavailable.  I’ve done my best to bring you the lot but failed on the ones with the *:-

mp3: The Fall – Hit The North Part 1 (as found on the 7″, 7″ pic disc, the 12″, the 12″ remix and the cassette)
mp3: The Fall – Hit The North Part 2 (as found on the 7″ and 7″ pic disc)*
mp3: The Fall – Hit The North Part 3 (as found on the 12″)
mp3: The Fall – Australians in Europe (as found on the 12″ and the cassette)
mp3: The Fall – Northerns in Europ (as found on the 12″)
mp3: The Fall – Hit The North Part 4 (as found on the 12″ remix and the cassette)
mp3: The Fall – Hit The North Part 5 (as found on the 12″ remix)
mp3: The Fall – Hit The North Part 6 (the double six mix) (as found on the cassette)*

Australians In Europe is another of those superb songs sneaked out as a b-side. So good, it was voted in at #2 in the Peel Festive 50 of 1987, while the a-side came in at #9. It was a regular part of the live sets throughout the year and was also aired in the band’s sole Peel Session of 1987, broadcast on 19 May. Come 1988, it was rarely played and indeed, disappeared completely from any future setlists by the time 1989 rolled around. It may, or may not be, about The Bad Seeds or The Triffids. MES never said……

Northerns in Europ is a short, cut-up/live version of Australians….I suppose it fills up a couple of minutes on the 12″ if for no other purpose

Simon Gallup, bassist with The Cure, was the guest singles reviewer in Melody Maker the week Hit The North came out. He liked it…..

“I’ve hated everything they’ve ever done but this is great – sounds like Van Der Graaf Generator. They usually whinge and moan a lot because they come from up north, but we won’t get into that. This is really good – it’s got a nice tune and a party mood, Luvvie. It sounds like The Glitter Band too which is great because, in the past. Mark Smith has claimed his lyrics are really important because he’s a Northerner, but you don’t hear what he’s on about here.”

Seven musicians played on this one. The usual six (at the time) of MES, Brix, Craig, Steve, Marcia and Funky Si, were added to by Simon Rodgers contributing on guitar and saxophone.

Up until writing this piece, I hadn’t ever heard Parts 4 and 5, which are the work of German producer, Zeus B. Held.  Can’t say that I’m too fussed about them.

JC

SATURDAY’S SCOTTISH SONG : #283: SCOT & SAGER

Jock Scot (21 September 1952 – 13 April 2016) was an Edinburgh-born Scottish poet and recording artist.

Gareth Sager was born in Edinburgh in 1960, best known for his work in the late 70s and early 80s as a founder member of The Pop Group, and then later on, Rip Rig + Panic, for whom he played guitar and keyboards.

The two of them were close friends for decades, dating back to the mid 70s when Scot was moved to London and fell in with the punk rock crowd, talking his way into a job with Stiff Records, but it took until 2006 for the two of them to go into a studio together.  The result was The Caledonian Blues which consists of twenty-two crazy pieces of ranting poetry, delivered in the broadest of accents, over some very lovely, minimalist guitar work akin to the work of Vini Reilly at his best.

I don’t have a copy of the album, but its opening track was part of a compilation CD I picked up quite a few years ago:-

mp3 : Scot & Sager – Barcelona

Let’s be honest.  This would have made for an amazing entry in the ‘songs as a great short story’ series.

JC

REMEMBERING THE MID-00’S (Part 1)

Another new, likely to be occasional, feature.  It’s an excuse to just reach back to that period in history where I sort of got a second wind, just after my 40th birthday, fully believing that a fresh wave of guitar and indie bands were not only going to get me really excited but that they were about to defy the norm by being part of the musical landscape for many years to come.

I’m not going to use the series to post long and flowing (or otherwise) pieces about any band or particular song.  I’d prefer just to offer up a few salient facts and let the music speak for itself.

I’m opening things up with a song that actually cracked the charts on two separate occasions just twelve months apart.

It was July 2005 when Blood became the third single released by Editors, a band that had come together a couple of years earlier from meeting up while studying Music Technology at Staffordshire University in the English midlands.  Editors wasn’t their first choice of name….it wasn’t even their second or third name under which they recorded and performed.  But it was the one which they settled on after signing to Kitchenware Records in the autumn of 2004.

The single reached #18 on its release. The poor state of the sale of singles at the time can be illustrated by the fact that Blood spent just four weeks in the Top 75, and sold less than 6000 copies in its first week of release, and this at a time before the debut album was in the shops.  The re-release came in June 2006, as a limited edition offering with previously unreleased b-sides (including cover versions) and was very much as a ploy to get radio airplay to boost sales of said debut album, The Back Room, which had just dropped out of the Top 100 after a long stint.  The ploy worked in that Blood came back into the charts at #39 and the album re-entered the Top 100 for another 12-week run while the band played the summer festivals.

I didn’t buy either version of the single at the time, but I have since picked up the 7″ release from the first time around, It seemingly had a pressing of just 3000 copies.

mp3: Editors – Blood
mp3: Editors – Forest Fire

Much to my disappointment, the b-side isn’t a cover of a Lloyd Cole & the Commotions number.

JC