1. Tell
Me – Veronica Falls
2. If I
Needed Someone – The Beatles
3. Wot (12" Version) –
Captain Sensible
4. Just
Step S’ways – The Fall
5. Big –
Fontaines D.C.
6. Big
Burt – Sleaford Mods
7. Why
Won’t they Talk to Me – Tame Impala
8. The
Same Mistake – Dolly Mixture
9. I Had
to Say This – The Clientele
10.
You
Don’t Love Me – Cate le Bon
11.
Time
Moves Slow – BADBADNOTGOOD (featuring Sam Herring)
12.
Deep
Six Textbook – Let’s Eat Grandma
13.
Alphabet’s
Gotta Be Changed – Escape-ism
14.
Primitive
London 1 – Basil Kirchin
15.
Equinox
– John Coltrane
16.
Colossus
– Idles
17.
Misperception
– Soft Walls
18.
Our
Girl – Our Girl
19.
Different
Now – Chastity Belt
20.
Quiet
Ferocity – The Jungle Giants
21. Victor Jara, Finally Found! – Comet Gain
22.
I Work
in Retail – The Magic Wizard
23. Kicking Leaves – The Pastels
23. Kicking Leaves – The Pastels
When the Scottish footballer Joe Jordan
moved to AC Milan from Manchester United in 1981, he was surprised to find –
not unpleasantly, it should be said – that his new work colleagues spent time
in museums, galleries, restaurants, cafes. You can probably imagine the sort of
thing Joe might have been more used to in Manchester, where footballers would
routinely round off an afternoon’s football with an evening out on the lash.
This was back when the word ‘student’ was employed as a term of abuse. Such
inverted snobbery wasn’t aimed exclusively towards those in higher education
and was emblematic of a wider issue. A social conservatism held sway and anyone
who stood outside of the mainstream was vulnerable to ridicule, even if you
actually didn’t but looked like maybe you did.
It’s different now. A trip to
the Tate Modern is a family event. Students are harder to spot and people
aren’t so bothered by them anyway. Men will wear clothes that could have got your
head kicked in back in my day; they may even use moisturiser. Yet the UK doesn’t
feel any more European than it used to (or, rather, didn’t). There are
certainly more Continental Europeans living in Britain than there were 20-odd
years ago, but the reception they receive is mixed. Opinion polls have
ascertained that of the 28 member states of the European Union we feel the
least kinship with it. There’s still something within the British psyche that’s
profoundly suspicious of the idea of culture and of intellect, and thus of Mainland
Europe.
Working at The National Archives was
supposed to be a temporary measure until such time I found better paid work elsewhere. But I liked working at The National Archives and
I also wanted to see how 'Brexit' panned out before making my next move. The girl who used to operate the Bookeye® 4 (an industrial-sized book scanner) got
wind of my Liner Notes and recommended a group by the name of Veronica Falls, who to my ears are reminiscent of the some of the groups that were signed to Sarah Records (which
I never mean as anything other than a compliment). 'Follow' Me is the first
tune off their second album, 2013's Waiting
for Something to Happen.
Actually, for a while I wasn't
working at The National Archives I was at Royal Holloway in Egham, sent there by the
company I worked for to digitise a collection of early 20th Century pamphlets
and tracts gathered together under the name The War on Poverty (the content of
which seemed as relevant now as when it was written). No
sooner had I started, I saw advertised a better paid position, working for
a different subcontractor, back at The National Archives. I applied for the
job and was offered it, but felt bad about the whole thing and asked my prospective employer if I could serve four weeks' notice rather
than the contractually obliged two. This would allow enough time to handover to
whoever was going to continue with the assignment I was working on and also
accommodate the five days’ holiday in Croatia I had coming up.
And so it was agreed. On
returning from Split I set about training my replacement, who brought with him
a portable speaker and access to Spotify. There was no way of telling what music
my bearded, cap-wearing millennial friend was into, but he kicked off with The
Beatles. A bit of Led Zeppelin, then more Beatles. He really liked The Beatles. My
generation was brought up on the Fab Four, yet only certain albums hold for me any
specific connotation. Their early material reminds me of the family home, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band and Abbey Road recalls my halls
of residence, while 1967–1970 (widely known as ‘The Blue Album’) and The Beatles (widely known as ‘The White Album’) bring back memories of living in
Hounslow during my third year at university. I’ve almost certainly listened to Abbey Road and Revolver in equal measure but I do not associate these
records with any singular period or place. These were two of the Beatles’ albums
enjoyed in Egham, and it is for this reason that I feel justified in including
a tune that I’m already familiar with – 'If I Needed Someone' – on
this compilation. Besides, it complements the song that precedes it.
Whenever I travel somewhere I try
and listen out for new sounds so as to establish an aural connection with the
place. It rarely happens but in Split it did. Where it happened specifically
was in Caffe Bar La Bodega, the type of drinking establishment mainland Europe
does very well – all bricolage and dim lighting. When I went
there with my partner they were playing poppy, new wave stuff from the early
1980s. The song that left an impression, on the both of us, was 'Wot!' by Captain Sensible. We didn’t know who it was but guessed
correctly from the chorus, which goes, ‘He said Captain, I said Wot!’.
The Fall: the group that keeps on giving.
I’ve never bothered with the album Hex
Enduction Hour because I already possess
most of its tracks in some form or other on various compendiums. Ex-Fall drummer Paul Hanley has written a book about the making of
this record, considered to be one of their best. This news was brought to me by way of Brix & The Extricated’s Facebook page, accompanied by a
YouTube link to the track 'Just
Step S’ways'. I was quite astonished and regarded it instantly as my new favourite Fall tune (at least until I next listen to 'Leave the Capitol', 'Wings', 'Bombast' etc.). [Edit: I have since acquired both Hex Enduction Hour and Paul's book. The jury's out as to whether Hex is indeed The Fall's best work, but I reckon Have a Bleedin Guess: The Story of Hex Enduction Hour may well be the best thing written about them.]
When its put to me that I might
like something, like a band or a film, I’m wary. I think a lot of
people usually are, out of fear that they won’t, and what then? In early July we
visited No Eyes and Teleport Man at their semi-rural Sussex home, whereupon
Teleport Man played me Fontaines D.C.’s debut album, Dogrel. Despite the late hour and the amount of alcohol consumed, I really
took to it. Within a week I was watching their videos on YouTube; within two
I’d bought the album. 'Big' was the song that had me sold – all 1
minute 46 seconds of it.
I’d buy all my music on vinyl if
I could afford it, but CDs are less than half the price of LPs these days. As a
consequence I only invest in my preferred format when I’m confident of the
quality of the album I’m buying. In February I purchased Eton Alive by Sleaford Mods on vinyl. Musically it’s a smoother, slightly slicker
record than their previous works, which is no bad thing. By the time you’ve
read this, chances are I’ll have seen them play live again at the Hammersmith
Apollo.
In May my partner and I
journeyed to Brighton to meet the former cohabitant, and before doing so stopped
off in The Quadrant for a quick drink. I recognised what was playing but
couldn’t put my finger on it. Then 'Feels
Like We Only Go Backwards' came on and soon after that 'Elephant', and I realised it was Tame Impala. The
former is more indicative of their sound, while the latter is
an anomaly. I know this because I’ve since bought Lonerism, from where 'Why Won’t They Talk to Me?' is taken from.
On establishing that the Captain
referenced in 'Wot!' was indeed Captain Sensible I also
discovered that the backing vocals were supplied by an all-girl group named Dolly
Mixture. Categorised as new wave, they sound more like an indie band, before indie music had been invented. Unfortunately, their records are very
difficult to get hold of. They only (self) released one (double) album: 1984’s Demonstration Tapes. Bob Stanley re-released it on his
Mint Royal imprint in 1995, and in 2010 the band themselves repackaged the
record to include singles, demos and live recordings under the name Everything and More, although I doubt either of these releases
are much easier to find. The track I’ve included here – 'The Same Mistake' – didn’t feature on the original album, wasn’t a single, doesn’t sound
like it’s recorded live, so could be a demo.
Speaking of Bob, inspiration for
the next song came via a compilation entitled Tim Burgess & Bob Stanley Present TIM PEAKS - Songs For A
Late-Night Diner. After reading
through the playlist on Ace Records’ website, I noticed it incorporated a tune I’d already decided would appear on my
compendium. Furthermore, the third side of this double album starts off with 'Flowers' by Galaxie 500, which I’d included on Take a Ride in 2013. I
sampled some of other tracks and was touched by 'I Had to Say' This by The Clientele.
It’s a very pretty tune, especially to begin with, but with a discomforting
undercurrent: a background drone, stuttering drums, a sense of moving
backwards.
Sport, by its very nature, is competitive.
Artistic endeavour isn’t, so why the need for awards and prizes? The Mercury
Prize looks down its nose at the Brit Awards. The Ivor Novello Awards looks
down on them both, yet all three are engaged in the same bogus racket. Gold and
Platinum discs are all right because they’re based purely on sales, which is
unequivocal. But who are these arbiters of taste who get to decide what the
best records of the year are, and why do they even bother?
Three of the acts included on this
playlist were also nominated for the 2019 Mercury Prize: Idles, Fontaines D.C.
and Cate le Bon. (I don’t care that Sleaford Mods weren’t also put forward, and
I hope they don’t either, but it seems odd given the
comprehensively positive reviews Eton
Alive received.) Cate le Bon’s
album Reward certainly deserves recognition, which is
the best I can say for the whole charade. I encountered it playing in Eel Pie
Records as 'Magnificent Gestures' kicked in, which is a strange song. 'You Don't Love Me' followed, and my ears were pricked.
'Time Moves Slow' is by instrumental jazz-improv group BADBADNOTGOOD (all caps artist’s own). I heard it playing in The St. Margaret’s Tavern on a
Sunday evening while reading Homage
to Catalonia by George Orwell over
a pint. I wouldn’t describe 'Time
Moves Slow' as jazz and it’s
certainly not an instrumental – Sam Herring of synth-pop band Future Islands provides vocals. It’s more accurately soul music, possibly of the Memphis variety, like
something William Bell or Bill Withers would do. I am also reminded of Stuart
Staples from Tindersticks.
'Deep Six Textbook' was another provision from the girl who
used to operate the Bookeye® 4. There's a trip-hop vibe to this
strangely moving song, which is incredible considering that Let's Eat Grandma –
two teenage girls from Norwich – were something like 15 when they wrote it.
Apparently it's about playing truant, but to me it sounds like heartbreak. Not
to disparage them but their other songs don’t.
I wonder whether Ian Svenonius is done with Chain & the Gang? They’ve not released a record since Experimental Music in 2017 and haven’t toured since 2018. Meanwhile,
Ian Svenonius has been busy promoting the ‘found-sound-dream-drama’ he calls Escape-ism.
When I saw them play at The Islington in 2017 it was just Ian with a
microphone, guitar and drum machine. In 2018 he brought along his muse/partner/photographer
Alexandra Cabral, on keys, to The Moth Club in Hackney. They toured again in
2019 in support of the same album – The
Lost Record – playing at the same
venue, so regretfully I passed. 'Alphabet’s
Gotta be Changed' is a strange
tune, even by Ian’s standards, and I’ve deployed it as a kind of bizarre intermission, to arrest the descending mood that was fast encroaching.
I chanced upon 'Primitive London 1' Basil Kirchin while listening to Vic Pratt
(of Dylan Rabbit fame) and William Fowler discussing their jointly written book
The Bodies Beneath on BBC Sounds. Made in 1965, Primitive London is actually a documentary, directed by Arnold Miller, produced by
Stanley Long (the producer and director of low-budget sexploitation movies).
Iain Sinclair posits that the film can be seen as, ‘nothing more than a location-hunting
expedition for Blow-Up.’ I’ve not seen it, but it is clear that
Sinclair thinks there’s more to it than that: something stranger, darker, more
revealing. The music itself could be described as lounge-music, in the best
possible sense. Brian Eno, among others, has acknowledged Kirchin’s
influence.
Toshiba KT-4127
My first personal cassette player was the
size of 500 page novel. I can’t remember the make but I loved the thing. I was
about eleven years’ old when it was given to me and used it mainly on car
journeys. When I moved on to secondary school I quickly decided that something
more portable was in order and opted for the smaller Toshiba KT-4127. This
lasted until I was about sixteen, whereafter I acquired an actual Sony Walkman
that was slim enough to fit inside my blazer pocket.
But all personal cassette
players were walkmen regardless of who made them, just as all
vacuum cleaners are Hoovers. Sony were right, though, to call it that because
music played through headphones is best listened to when walking, as opposed to
in a car or on a train or even running. When you walk to music, rather than
cutting you off from your environment it connects you to it. I
guess it has to do with movement and being more or less in time with the beat.
Walworth doesn’t have a train
station of its own. The nearest tube stop is Kennington on the Northern Line,
while Elephant and Castle is the closest rail link. Neither are very convenient
if you are travelling in from St Margarets in West London, as I was in early
August. I could have gone as far as Waterloo, changed onto the Northern Line
and gone south to Kennington, but figured I might as well disembark at Vauxhall
and walk from there – about one and half miles.
The journey presented the
opportunity to test this compendium, which at this point was a
work in progress consisting of approximately 12 tracks. Somewhere around Oval 'Equinox' by John Coltrane came on and continued to play as I turned down St
John Ruskin Street, complimenting the post-war modernism of Aberfeldy House. Still
on St John Ruskin Street, 'Equinox' ended. I became impatient and skipped to 'Colossus' by Idles, a tune I’d only recently added to
my playlist. The jump from jazz to the opening rimshots that introduce 'Colossus' worked very well and I at once resolved to alter the running order.
I'm not sure how I came by
either track, which means it was probably the work of the internet – YouTube
making suggestions on the basis of what I'd been listening to or looking for. 'Equinox' was recorded in 1964, and it’s easier going than
much of Coltrane’s later work. McCoy Tyner's accompaniment on piano is
especially satisfying. By contrast, 'Colossus' is a tense, harrowing experience, very
different to the Idles’ song that The Florist played to me in Fontainebleau with lines about Mary Berry liking reggae and having a degree.
Dan Reeves is the Soft Walls. I’d not heard anything out of him since 2014. Then in August, online music and pop culture magazine The Quietus reviewed his latest offering, Not as Bad as it Seems, with a link to the lead-off track, 'Misperception', which I very quickly appended to this playlist. Although downloadable, the album itself was only made available on cassette, which is indicative of Soft Walls’ delightfully lo-fi sound, but hardly convenient. I may look back on tapes with a degree of nostalgia but they were in truth cumbersome and temperamental devices with a tendency to literally unravel. That said, the format did install a sort of discipline, in that you were unable to skip tracks at the press of a button and so were more inclined to listen to a tape in its entirety.
'Our Girl' by Our Girl is taken from the 2018 album Stranger Today. There is evidence
here of the ‘loud-quiet’ dynamic commonly found in indie music during the late
‘80s and early ‘90s, and groups like The Breeders, The
Pixies, Madder Rose. It would be interesting to know if such influences are
directly felt or have been filtered down through other artists that maybe I’m
not aware of. (It might not be typical of the group’s broader sound in any
case.)
'Different Now' by Chastity Belt is the song Bob Stanley and Tim
Burgess chose for their compilation that I’d already decided would feature on
mine. I encountered it in Palermo when pausing for an afternoon beer in Chimica
40 Drinks & Records, a wonderful bar-come-record shop on the corner of a
cobbled square in the district of La Kalsa. It is a subtly uplifting tune with neat
harmonies that befitted the moment: the stillness and the warmth of Piazza
Cattolica, and the fact that we were the only people drinking there.
'Different Now' dates back to 2017, as does 'Quiet Ferocity' by
Brisbane act The Jungle Giants. They sound a bit like Hot Chip or LCD
Soundsystem – alternative dance, electropop, or whatever
you want to call it. The tune itself doesn’t really get going until 3 minutes and 45 seconds
in, but the groove that ensues is quite something. I like putting stuff like this towards the end of my playlists,
as a buffer against waning concentration spans.
As we all know,
Brexit was supposed to be done and dusted by 29 March 2019. As that date
approached it became clear the UK needed more time. On the 20th March, then
Prime Minister Theresa May requested an extension until 30 June 2019, was
rebuffed and offered 12 April 2019 instead (or 22 May 2019 should a withdrawal
agreement be worked out in advance). Neither deadline was met and so Theresa
May again asked if the UK could work towards 30 June 2019. The EU still said no
and gave the UK until 31 October 2019 to sort its mess out. Frustrated, May
jacked it in and Boris Johnson was elected in her place. Johnson, who is a
reprobate, was determined that the UK would meet this revised target date and
not defer for a third time. Fortunately, something called the European Union
(Withdrawal) (No. 2) Act 2019 (or the ‘Benn Act’) was passed in September
preventing this from happening in the event that a withdrawal agreement hadn’t
been ratified in the intervening period, which it wasn’t. As such, Johnson was
obliged to request a further extension, giving the UK until 31 January 2020 to
get its house in order, pending the result of a general election on 12 December
2019.
None of this has escaped the attention of Comet Gain. Their excellent
album Fireraisers, Forever! opens with 'We Are All Fucking Morons',
a punk tirade pointing a finger at those who fomented this situation, as well
as the rest of us who stood by and watched: ‘Bystanders of disaster, liberal
spectators, box-set inhalers.’ The track I’ve added to my compilation – 'Victor
Jara, Finally Found!' – does not concern Brexit, but it's clearly political.
Victor Jara was a Chilean singer-songwriter, poet, teacher, and a communist,
who ended up being tortured and executed in the aftermath of the Chilean coup
d'état of 1973, by General Pinochet's mob.
The Magic Wizard's gripe is more quotidian. He works in retail,
‘with Martine and Michelle,' which, 'isn’t very nice.’ The Magic Wizard is in
fact Dan Laidler, formerly of the group Tiger whose 1996 album We Are
Puppets offset the monotony of Britpop very nicely. Mr Laidler has posted 'I Work in Retail' on YouTube. I found this out on Twitter, contacted
him to ask where I could get hold of a copy, and he simply emailed me one. What
a guy.
In April, my
bouldering chums and I travelled to Sheffield to climb up rocks in the Peak
District. I was taken with the city and so returned with my partner in late October. On both occasions I found myself contemplating the band Pulp
and their relationship with the place. I wondered if Jarvis Cocker ever drank
in The Brothers Arms, The Rutland Arms, The Fat Cat and The Shakespeare, or
whether those pubs were different then and he steered well clear. And what did
he think about what’s being done to Park Hill Estate? I considered resurrecting
an old Pulp tune for inclusion on my compilation but decided against it. Too
many connotations already exist: Plymouth in the summer, Hounslow in winter,
National Express coaches in between. But I did find myself listening to Pulp in
the wake of these trips and to reading interviews to see if I could gain any insight into how Sheffield informed their music. In the process, I came across an anecdote regarding the The Pastels.
The Pastels is another band that reminds me of Hounslow, principally the
period in 1995-96 when I resided in a terraced house around the back of the High
Street, listening to Mobile Safari, Truckload of Trouble and Up for a Bit with The Pastels. Illumination followed in 1997 – still in Hounslow,
occupying a semi-detached dump off of Hanworth Road. By the time they’d released
their fifth studio album, Slow Summits, I’d moved to St. Margarets,
but 2013 was a shaky year for me financially and I didn’t buy many records.
So yeah, I’ve discovered 'Kicking Leaves', it’s autumn, and I’m
in the throes of a Pastels’ revival.
[Listen to here.]
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