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Right. I’m off to Marrakech for a few days (a post-exam / late birthday present for my girlfriend kind of a deal) so no new posts from me for a while. So I’ll leave you with my current favourite Thin Lizzy song. They’ve been with me longer than any other band, and Iwon’t hear a word against them. This song is particularly lovely, and vaguely appropriate so it’ll do for now, till I write the mother of all Thin Lizzy pieces at some point
Take care, y’all
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Mount Vernon Arts Lab was one of those acts I knew by name, and little else. I seem to have boxed him (for it’s one Drew Mulholland) off with the likes of Flying Saucer Attack and Seefeel, for some reason, and somehow I managed never to hear a note. However, a piece in the latest issue of the ever-more-essential Plan B magazine about last year’s Ghost Box reissue of Seance At Hobs Lane compelled me to investigate further – talk of of Quatermass, psychogeography, weird whirring analogue machines and Coil drew me right in. So I downloaded the album, and ordered the CD that same day (a resounding counterblast to copyright fascists and industry doom-mongers, I’m sure you’ll agree).
It’s excellent: a handful of tracks that are – or veer close to being – actual songs are outnumbered by some genuinely disturbing but really engaging atmospheric pieces. London looms large, in the track titles (Sir Keith At Lambeth, While London Sleeps, The Vauxhall Labyrinth) but also in the general feel of the album. The references to Quatermass in the review certainly hold – the sounds really conjure alien goings-on in abandoned tube stations and the like. The Coil comparison is fair (and indeed, Coil remixed the track I’m posting; Barry from Add N To X remixed another) but Nurse With Wound is probably more apposite. It’s good hear that, as well as publishing a book on psychogeography, Mulholland has unearthed some collaborations with Coil thought lost, and is planning to make music again (having sold all his gear when World Serpent Distribution went down a few years ago, leaving MVAL high and dry).
Because you’re sensitive little souls, I’m posting perhaps the most conventional track from the album, Hobgoblins (remixed, as already mentioned, by Coil) but it really is worth paying a proper visit to Hobs Lane.
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There’s no carefully constructed argument for this offering, no thematically linked trio of tunes that fit snugly together. I’m posting this one because (as an attempt to cheer myself up as I come to terms with the imminent flunking of two important exams), it just makes me fucking smile.
Misty’s Big Adventure are really, really ace. They’re probably open to all sorts of easy criticism: they’re ‘wacky’, they ‘sound a bit like the Cardiacs’, they’re a bit ‘school music project’, they’re ‘Brummies’. But fuck all that. They’re joyous and bouncy and yet full of melancholy and disappointment (joyous melancholy and bouncy disappointment, naturally). They’re like (and I hate doing this) a mixture of The Teardrop Explodes, Scott Walker, The Cardiacs (yeh, yeh – get over it), a ska band, an oompah band and some other stuff that my revision-addled brain can’t quite place. They ‘give good show’, the mainman is wonderfully and implausibly named Grandmaster Gareth (and he does morose better than anyone), they’re not famous enough and they have the prettiest trumpet player since.. erm… Louis Armstrong.
So, then. This is off their best album, The Black Hole. It might not be their best album really, because I haven’t listened to the recent one enough yet, but it’s a bit better than the first one.
Jesus Christ, I need a drink.
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Weather Report… Steely Dan… Tangerine Dream… The Beach Boys… The Red Hot Chili Peppers… Nick Drake… Joss Stone… Sergio Mendes… Nine Inch Nails… Bruce “The Boss” Springsteen… Soundgarden… The Levellers… Rage Against The Machine… Kate Nash… Pope John Paul George & Ringo… Cast, The Las, The Zutons and all the other fucking cosmic Scousers… Level 42… Brandon Block and anyone else who was largin it on Ibiza back in the day… Ryan Adams… tribute bands (apart from El Vez)…
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There’s a bunch of songs I remember vividly from my early 70s childhood, mostly from that Ed Stewart kids show and then Jimmy Savile’s Old Record Club – the two blur for me, but certain songs always meant Sunday lunch was nearly ready. The late 60s / early 70s were blighted with dreadful novelty records, but some were really bizarre – Mouldy Old Dough by Lieutenant Pigeon comes to mind, surely the weirdest number one ever (I mean, what the fuck was that?) – and some perhaps weren’t novelty records at all, not really.
My favourite record when I was a kid was a scratched up copy of Simon Smith & His Amazing Dancing Bear by The Alan Price Set that my dad gave me. A big hit in 1967, it was originally a Randy Newman song, but as (almost) always, Newman wasn’t the best performer of his own songs. Price (who’d done some brilliant stuff as part of the Animals) exaggerated a kind of music hall element Newman had hinted at, and came up with a really beautiful, fairly odd song about the exploits of a boy and his bear. It honestly makes me well up sometimes when I listen to it, partly I’ll admit through sentimentality and nostalgia, but also because it’s just so bloody lovely.
Keeping to the pattern of 3 tracks at a time, first off here’s the Alan Price version (and I recommend the compilation it’s lifted from, Price was a brilliant and curious talent – especially his work with Lindsay Anderson on O Lucky Man).
Next up is a stripped down, jauntyness-free version by Okkervil River, a patchy but sometimes impressive indie /country outfit from Austin. I like the way that slowing it down and taking out the sparkly piano (and adding a fairly wracked-sounding vocal) leaves you with a song that sounds so sad and weary, despite cheeriness of the lyrics.
To be honest, though, this is all a preamble to my best Youtube find ever. Watching this (on repeat) made me unreasonably overexcited and happy, and maybe it’ll hit you like that too.
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A confession. All three of these tunes I first heard on Mark Lamarr’s Saturday morning (or Friday night, if you prefer – midnight – 3am) show on Radio 2. But then probably 50% of all the best ‘new’ (to me) music arrives via that show – whatever people’s feelings about Lamarr are (largely based on Buzzcocks, it seems – and for the record, I like the guy a lot), he really knows his stuff, he’s utterly immersed in it. His genre shows – the rock’n’roll one, the reggae one, the sixties / garage one – they’re all good. But the Friday show – God’s Jukebox – is the only essential listening I have in any week. 3 hours for him to cover gospel, blues, reggae, hip hop, ska, country, garage, soul, some jazz, a bit of indie.. And it’s rare that I dislike more than a handful of songs a week.
ANYWAY… here’s three tracks he’s played of late that have a fantastic vintage quality – without, I think, slipping into pastiche.
It turns out that Magic Sam, the man behind For Old Time’s Sake, told me about CW Stoneking a while ago. But I was drunk. So I heard Stoneking first on Lamarr. Perhaps the most ‘authentic’ (whatever that means) of the artists featured, Stoneking is a real curiosity. His wikipedia biog starts
“Stoneking was born to American parents in Katherine, Australia in 1974 and raised in the Aboriginal community of Papunya until the age of 9 and then in Sydney where he began playing the guitar at the age of 11. In 1997 he moved to Melbourne after some years living in Mailors Flat near Warrnambool in rural Victoria and began performing as a solo blues guitarist and singer in the 1920s-30s style.”
He refers to himself as a hokum player (a new one for me) and his finest album, King Hokum, is the source of this track, which I think is just wonderful.
Next up are Ollabelle (Levon Helm from The Band’s daughter, or something). I’m mostly in agreement with Lamarr about Ollabelle – this track is spine-tinglingly marvellous, and nothing else they’ve done comes close. I’m not as dismissive of the rest as he is – there’s some decent stuff, especially on self-titled album this comes from – but it’s still not on a par with Before This Time.
Probably the best known of the 3 act here (in the UK at least) are Kitty, Daisy & Lewis. Three ludicrously young, ludicrously photogenic north London teens from a musical family, they seem steeped in all the good stuff – rockabilly, swing and jump jazz, country – and have a slavish, Toerag-esque love for analogue, bakelite and pomade
Their debut album is a long time coming, I do worry how much of the attention on them is age-related and that they might be considered unremarkable once they’ve all passed voting age, but nonetheless they are really, really good. Some decent original material, faultless choices when it comes to cover versions and a genuinely raw and spirited energy to their recordings (and, based on the one time I’ve seen them, their shows).
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A little outside this blog’s professed remit, but can I point you in the direction of this petition.
Of course, I could argue that this blog is about quality music, which is the antithesis of what Lamb is about, so maybe it’s not so outside the remit at all.
He’s taken to checking out some patois website and starting his show with stuff like “wha’ppen, listeners” and the like. He really needs to be boiled in oil. Tiresome, talentless, unfunny, puerile, offensive little twatmonkey.
(And yes, I do listen to 6music sometimes…)