Showing posts with label David Axelrod. Show all posts
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Saturday, 5 November 2022

LINER NOTES: HERE COMES THAT BEAT AGAIN [2022]

 





       1.     Out of Your Narrow Mind – Graham Day
       2.     Wade in the Water – Ramsey Lewis
       3.     The Day Dawned on Me – The Windmills
       4.     Spectrum is Green – Solid Space
       5.     Here Comes That Beat Again – Escape-ism
       6.     Mahawara (The Fugue) – Ahmed Abdul-Malik
       7.     Primitive – The Groupies
       8.     Tropical Hot Dog Night  – Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band
       9.     Sisters – Cate Le Bon
     10.     I’m Only Asking – 28th Day
     11.     Once Twice Melody – Beach House
     12.    The Human Abstract – David Axelrod
     13.    Julia – Ramsey Lewis
     14.    Tulum – Zafer Dilek
     15.    Johnny – Jim Sullivan
     16.    Absolute Loser – Fruit Bats
     17.    Sylvie – Sylvie
     18.    Die Todten Reyten Schnell – The Prats
     19.    Rich – Yard Act
     20.    Failure Not Success – The William Loveday Intention
     21.    Cerulean – Seablite
     22.    #1 Lucky Kitty – The Brian Jonestown Massacre
     23.    How He Entered 
– Tindersticks
 
 
It was once reckoned that musicians, like athletes, were past it by the time they hit 40, maybe even 30, depending on the musical genre (jazz, folk and classical music, for example, would have been perceived differently). With regards to sport, this was mainly due to the physical demands on the body and the limits of physical endurance. With popular music, it was tied to the idea of ‘living fast and dying young’ and as an expression of youthful rebellion or teenage angst.
 If you earned your stripes, paid your dues and got in a few scrapes along the way, then maybe you’d be forgiven the crime of getting old, especially if you continued to behave as if you hadn’t. Otherwise – unless you were really talented – the surest way to ensure mythic status was to either to pop your clogs prematurely, or retire with your dignity still intact.
These days age no longer seems to be an issue. Sleaford Mods are in their 50s, but nobody cares. Jarvis Cocker will be 60 next year, yet we still expect him to make records. Mick Jagger and Keith Richards are almost 80, but if the Stones go on another tour then people won’t think anything of it. Such behaviour used to invite derision at worst, suspicion at best. It was the same with beards.
 
Graham Day is no spring chicken – he used to be in a garage rock band called The Prisoners back in the 1980s – although you wouldn't know it from ‘Out of Your Narrow Mind’. He recorded it on his own during lockdown, which was a challenge. He has described the difficulties faced in not being able to record live and having to overdub the various parts using a proprietary software package called Logic Pro X. He did the drums last, otherwise there’d be nothing to play along to, but because Logic Pro works in perfect time Graham couldn’t be as loose with the rhythm as he ordinarily would have liked. (It's why some musicians hate click tracks.)
I found ‘Out of Your Narrow Mind’ on a playlist somebody posted on Twitter in May (@contra_flow). I had already started my annual compilation by then and provisionally earmarked ‘Wade in the Water’ by Ramsey Lewis as the opening track. I did so because it serves as the introductory music to Nairn Across Britain, which I’d been watching on YouTube. This was in February, around the time my Cornish friend and I went on a Nairn’s London inspired pub crawl (commencing at The Victoria in Bayswater, moving on to The Barley Mow in Marylebone, The Grenadier in Belgravia, The Red Lion in Mayfair, and ending in disappointment at The Salisbury off Covent Garden). Ian Nairn was an architectural critic, writer, presenter, and an odd character. I doubt he chose ‘Wade in the Water’ to usher in his architectural ramblings, although I could be selling him short.
 



Sam Knee – aka ‘sceneinbetween’ – continues to be a source of inspiration. He regularly uploads videos onto Instagram of whatever’s on his stereo, and on the 7th of February that was ‘The Day Dawned on Me’ by The Windmills. From Southend, this was their debut single, and it’s a shame it’s not on Spotify. In fact, I couldn’t find it anywhere and ended up buying the original 7-inch from Crazy Beat Records in Upminster.
Meanwhile Ian Svenonius was promoting last year’s album, Rated Z, through the same medium. I wasn’t sure about Escape-ism, but then in late January Ian posted the entirety of ‘Rocker’s Delight’ – all 10 mins and 47 seconds of it – accompanied by a video shot by Douglas Hart (formerly of The Jesus and Mary Chain), and I was convinced. It’s certainly the best Escape-ism record thus far, and it may even be the one of the finest things Ian’s ever been involved with; up there with the final Make Up album, the Scene Creamers, If You Can't Beat 'Em, Bite 'Em by Weird War, and the last Chain & the Gang LP.
In March The Quietus published an excellent piece on Ahmed Abdul-Malik, written by a chap called Daniel Spicer. On the 28th of March I placed an order with Jazzman Records for what appeared to be the only vinyl copy of East Meets West left in the country. Ahmed Abdul-Malik started out playing bass for the likes of Art Blakey, Thelonious Monk, Earl Hines. Claiming his father was from the Sudan (he wasn’t) Ahmed put together his own ensemble to play a fusion of jazz and Middle Eastern folk. He’s not the only person to do this – Yusef Lateef springs to mind – but he does seem to be the only jazz musician to have developed the theme so entirely.

I was pleased with how my compilation was panning out, but I wasn’t making huge progress with it so decided to listen to the expanded edition of Nuggets: Original Artyfacts from the First Psychedelic Era, 1965–1968 on Spotify. I didn’t bother with Disc 1, because that covers the original anthology, which I already possess. It wasn’t until I got halfway through Disc 3 that something jumped out at me. A lot of this music can sound much the same, but what sets ‘Primitive’ by The Groupies slightly apart is the slower tempo, pounding drums and reverb.
In early April I stopped by Shak’s Stax of Wax in Kingston upon Thames who happened to have on Shiny Beast (Bat Chain Puller) by Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band. Captain Beefheart is an artist I thought I couldn’t get on with, like The Sex Pistols, Primal Scream, The Ramones or Nirvana. This turns out not to be the case. ‘Candle Mambo’ was the tune that caught my attention, but on listening to the whole album that evening I deemed ‘Tropical Hot Dog Night’ to be the choice track.
On the same day, driving either to or from Kingston, I heard ‘Sisters’ by Cate Le Bon on the radio. She had a new record out, which induced the DJ to play something from her 2013 album, Mug Museum. ‘Sisters’ is one of my favourite tunes on this playlist, and I believe it to be a very strong playlist. I also like how it follows on from Beefheart. Le Bon’s vocal isn’t as manic as Van Vliet’s, but it is as eccentric in its own way.
Later in April my partner and I took off to Eastbourne for a few days. I hoped that maybe I’d encounter new music, but didn’t. At around the same time Spotify made some adventurous suggestions of songs I might care to add to my compendium, such as ‘Spectrum is Green’ by Solid Space. I’m surprised it’s even on there because Solid Space wasn’t ever much of a band, releasing just a single record entitled Space Museum in 1980. ‘Spectrum Is Green’ is a reference to Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons, which really is what the song is about: ‘Immediate launch, Angels two and three, standby Symphony and Rhapsody. I’ll contact Scarlet immediately, and tell him to follow in the S.P.V.’ The music itself is an example of what’s been termed ‘minimal wave’, and that might also apply to Escape-ism – hence the backdated position in the running order.
Barbara Manning used to be in a group called 28th Day who were active in the early-to-mid 1980s. In June, Sam Knee uploaded a song of theirs called ‘Pages Turn’. Very good it was too, but my subsequent investigations revealed an even better one – ‘I’m Only Asking’. 28th Day only produced one record but Barbara Manning has gone on to record plenty of other stuff since.
About two weeks earlier I’d been in Kingston again and to Banquet Records on Eden Street. They had on the new double album by the musical duo Beach House, specifically its opening title track, ‘Once Twice Melody’. Songs don’t always live up to your first memory of them but this one did, and its cinematic arrangement is a precursor to what comes next.
 

Beachy Head, Eastbourne

After the social austerity of the previous two years – the lockdowns and related prohibitions – I suddenly had stuff to do. Yet, counter to reason, time appeared to have slowed down. Seeing Dry Cleaning at the Kentish Town Forum in March, for example, felt by September to have occurred the previous year; the aforementioned jaunt to Eastbourne, and the walk up to Beachy Head, not far off. It may have had something to do with working at home from February through to July, tagging online archives in between projects. As interesting as it often was, it could be a bit of a drag.
‘Holy Are You’ by The Electric Prunes is surely one of the highlights of The Ladies of Varades, the compilation I made in the year 2000. Why then did it take me 22 years to delve into the works of David Axelrod, the man who wrote it? ‘The Human Abstract’ is from his second studio album, Songs of Experience, released in 1969, and a kind of symphony inspired by the poems of William Blake. It’s not as grandiose as ‘Holy Are You’ but still possesses the same quasi-religious aura that typifies Axelrod’s oeuvre.
The segue between the last song and the next is the best on this playlist. ‘The Human Abstract’ winds down gradually, leaving you guessing as to whether or not it’s actually finished. A pause, and then the strings that initiate Ramsey Lewis’s cover of ‘Julia’ by The Beatles drift in out of nowhere, proceeded by the flourish of a harp. Ramsey comes in on piano, Maurice White (of Earth, Wind and Fire) with drums, Cleveland Eaton on bass. Things get really interesting at 1 minute and 10 seconds, whereupon Maurice White moves up a gear. This is the segment The UMC’s sampled on ‘It’s Gonna Last’, testifying to anyone who doubts it that sampling is a genuine artform.
Ahmed Abdul-Malik prompted me to give Zafer Dilek another listen, a Turkish guitarist, arranger and composer known for combining elements of contemporary Western music with classical Turkish ones. I knew about him by way of The Gaslamp Killer, who uses the riff from ‘Yetke’ as the basis for ‘Nissim’, which kicks off my 2016-17 anthology. ‘Tulum’ is taken from the album Oyun Havalari which Dilek put out in 1979. Notice the unusual time signature and the sudden chord changes.
‘Johnny’ by Jim Sullivan was another Spotify recommendation. Again, the drums are integral – Earl Palmer doing the job – as are the strings, but it’s folk rock as much as anything else. Jim Sullivan made two albums but neither sold very well, which perhaps explains why he went missing in 1975, somewhere in New Mexico. His presumed death at the age of 34 has ensured a cult following. Only Sullivan could have told you whether it was worth the sacrifice.
In October I returned to Fontainebleau in France with my bouldering fraternity and was introduced to Fruit Bats by The Florist, who played them in the van he drove us around in, on shuffle. I didn’t know then which album it was we were was listening to but have since been informed that it was Absolute Loser, which dates back to 2016. There are several tunes from this album that I considered for inclusion, but I settled for the title track. Its pensive mood feels indicative of the environment in which I initially heard it and begins with the line, ‘Your long distance van driving in the waning day.’

For all my talk of Spotify a lot of what it throws up is wide of the mark. ‘Sylvie’ by Sylvie wasn’t. It’s a cover of a song by Matthews Southern Comfort but was also performed by Ben Schwab’s father, with his group Mad Anthony. Ben Schwab is Sylvie’s notional leader and he put the band together as a sort of homage to his old man’s unreleased endeavours and to the Laurel Canyon milieu in which they were recorded.
‘Die Todten Reyten Schnell’ by The Prats. Certain members of this Edinburgh based (post) punk outfit were as young as 15 when it was written, voices not yet broken, which gives it an edge. As with Solid Space, The Prats didn't last long, issuing one EP and two singles before packing it in towards the end of 1981. You can imagine The Prats being fans of The Fall and that the feeling could have been mutual. Mark E Smith would surely have approved of the references to Germany, neglected graveyards, demons, and the hunting of ‘venison or rabbit for a meal’ (echoes of ‘Jawbone and the Air-Rifle’).
I came upon these last two tunes in July either side of a record-breaking heatwave. Meteorologically, 2021 had been a disappointment, but 2022 was shaping up to be a formidable year. March was all right, April and May were decent if not spectacular, while June topped out at an impressive 31 degrees. The first week of July was about average, and then the heat began to build, culminating in an unprecedented high of 40 degrees on Tuesday the 19th. Thereafter, the temperatures fell back to the mid-to-low 20s and rose again towards the end of the month and into August. By Wednesday the 10th we were back into the 30s, at which point I was in Northern Italy where it was hot but not unpleasantly so. Conditions remained above average for the rest of the month, holding out long enough for a second Nairn-themed pub crawl on the 28th (starting off at The Prospect of Whitby in Wapping and ending at The Windmill on The Cut in Waterloo, via Rotherhithe, Bermondsey, Shad Thames and London Bridge).
So it’s a shame that on the 28th of May – the day a crew of us attended the Wide Awake festival in Brockwell Park – the maximum temperature was a meagre 18 degrees. The Florist had the idea after it was announced that Primal Scream would be headlining, to play Screamadelica in its entirety. I deliberately used Primal Scream as an example of a band I think are overrated, which I stand by. I do, however, like Screamadelica. Anyway, the tickets weren’t particularly expensive and Sweeping Promises were supposed to be playing.
A few weeks prior to the event, Sweeping Promises pulled out, dampening my enthusiasm. The day began well enough, wandering around Brixton for a bit and then stopping for a couple of pints at the Effra Social, where the sun came out. The sun stayed out long enough for us to see Yard Act in it, who were great. As were Primal Scream. I thought Bobby Gillespie would struggle in an outdoor setting like Brockwell Park, but he didn’t. Screamadelica was even better than I remembered, there had been a nice atmosphere about the place throughout, and we went home satisfied.
 

Milan

‘Failure Not Success’ by The William Loveday Intention is another tune lifted from Contraflow’s playlist, and the second from Billy Childish I've included on one of mine (the first being ‘Who Do You Think You Are Kidding Mr. Hitler’ by Wild Billy Childish & The Blackhands in 2013). ‘Failure not Success’ is taken from the A B C D EP and recounts Billy wearing his mother's dress as a teenager, which may or may not be true.
At the end of October I went to The Lexington in North London for ‘Chickfactor 30’ featuring Seablite, Birdie and The Umbrellas. Debsey Wykes from Birdie used to be in Dolly Mixture, and I’d seen in her ‘in conversation’ with Gary Crowley at The Exchange in Twickenham on a wet and windy night back in February, which seemed an age ago now. The contrast between the winter and the exceptionally hot summer, as well as the excursion to Fontainebleau that brought with it unseasonably warm weather, only added to the sense of imparity and displacement of time. The Umbrellas, who appeared on my compilation for 2021, were the main draw. Seablite, on the other hand, were an unknown quantity. They reminded me of Split-era Lush – my preferred vintage – but with better hair (not that Lush had bad hair). A terrific gig all round in a year that wasn’t short of them.
I’ve never seen The Brian Jonestown Massacre live but will do in 2023 (in the company of the former cohabitant from Brighton, in Brighton). ‘#1 Lucky Kitty’ is taken from Fire Doesn’t Grow on Trees, which came out in June, although ‘#1 Lucky Kitty’ has been up on YouTube since late 2020. Anton Newcombe is in his mid-50s but shows no signs of letting up: Fire Doesn’t Grow on Trees is The Brian Jonestown Massacre’s tenth album in as many years.
On the 1st of May I went to see Tindersticks at Royal Festival Hall. They didn’t play 'Nectar' or 'Marbles' (regrettable), 'Talk to Me' or 'Cherry Blossoms' (understandable), 'Bathtime', 'Can We Start Again?' or anything from The Hungry Saw (perplexing). But we did get 'City Sickness', 'Her', 'She’s Gone', 'My Sister', 'Another Night In', 'Harmony Around My Table' and 'How He Entered'. On balance, not a bad return, although I only acquainted myself with those last two songs earlier in the year when I booked tickets for the gig in question. Truth be told, I lost track of what Tindersticks were doing after The Hungry Saw in 2008. Yet their first three records have a hold on me to this day, they’re not getting any younger, nor am I, and it's reasonable to suppose that I might never see them play live ever again.
 

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Tuesday, 30 May 2017

LINER NOTES: THE LADIES OF VARADES [2000]






  1. Zambezi – The Fun Company
  2. Rocks Off – The Rolling Stones
  3. Golden Gaze – Ian Brown
  4. Night Over Manaus – Boozoo Bajou
  5. Reflexos – Quinteto Villa Lobos and Luiz Eca
  6. Ali Baba – John Holt
  7. Untouchable Sound – Make Up
  8. D.C.B.A.-25 – Jefferson Airplane
  9. Sagittarius Black – Timothy McNealy
  10. 90% of Me is You – Gwen McCrae
  11. Blips Drips and Strips – Stereolab
  12. Ain’t’ it Funky Now – Grant Green
  13. Soul Power – Lil Ray & The Fantastic Four
  14. Hercules – Aaron Neville
  15. Queen St. Gang (Soul Thing) – Arzachel
  16. Holy Are You – The Electric Prunes
  17. Loving Cup – The Rolling Stones
  18. Every Baby Cries the Same – Make Up
  19. Outer Bongolia – Stereolab
  20. White Light/White Heat – The Velvet Underground


I became acquainted with the guy who owned a pager in 1996 after discovering that he was into jazz. I established this while browsing through his record collection and finding a copy of London Jazz Classics, which features 'Atlas' by The Robin Jones Seven and 'Ta Caliente' by Patsy Gallant, both of which are included on the notional compilation I imagined putting together in 1993. Another indicator was that he headed a Latin jazz-funk outfit called The Multi Headed Vibe Set, who played in and around our university.
The guy who owned a pager no longer owned a pager, he had a mobile phone. For a while we worked together at the Excelsior Hotel outside of Heathrow Airport where we’d drink whiskey tops at the end of 12 hour shifts – bottles of Budweiser with a shot of whiskey dispensed into them when our manager’s back was turned. We might then repair to his flat, on the border between Hounslow and Isleworth, and listen to the jazz, funk, ska and reggae he was accumulating onto MiniDisc. It was the ease with which he put together such compilations that would eventually persuade me to invest in the format.
The guy who now owned a mobile phone also introduced me to The Dive Bar in Chinatown on Newport Place, below what was then The King’s Head. Every Saturday, the Trojan Sound System selector Earl Gateshead would play a mixture of deep funk, soul, ska, rocksteady and Latin jazz. It made a nice change from our more regular haunts – Brentford (White Horse, The Griffin), Isleworth (Town Wharf, London Apprentice) or Hounslow (Shannons, The Rifleman) – and might sometimes be followed with a night out at Blow Up at the Wag on Wardour Street.
The Ladies of Varades gets its name from the former commune in the Loire-Atlantique department of Western France where a group of us hired a gite: myself, my lady friend, my Cornish friend who feinted, the guy who used to own a pager, his lady friend Roz Childs (not real name), No Eyes, her man friend, and Galleon (not real name), a girl from North Yorkshire we knew from university. We pronounced Varades to rhyme with ladies, giving rise to the title of my compilation, and referred to the nearby town of Ancenis as Ants-nest – went to an outdoor music festival there and behaved like buffoons. The rest of the holiday was spent having barbecues, taking trips to la supermarché, lounging about in the sun and drinking bottled beer and plastic flagons of red wine mostly to the sounds myself and the guy who used to own a pager brought with us.


White Horse

It was a good time to be buying vinyl. Independent records labels were compiling all sorts of musical obscura, and I would journey to places such as Intoxica on Portobello Road in search of it (followed by a pint or two in the Portobello Star). 'Zambezi' by The Fun Company is the first track on Keb Darge’s Legendary Deep Funk, an excellent compendium of soulful funk and rare grooves that was to provide this playlist’s backbone.
Around the same period, I made it my mission to acquaint myself with the ‘golden age’ of The Rolling Stones and took myself to a second-hand record shop in Twickenham intent on picking up any one of the four albums that comprise the canon. I came away with Exile on Main Street and was instantly smitten. I bought into it totally – the music, the production, the artwork, the fact this was the Stones’ only double album, what they were wearing at the time, that it was recorded on the French Riviera. 'Rock’s Off' is the opening track; it would also have been mine if not for The Fun Company.
'Night Over Manaus' by Boozoo Bajou originally came next, which is essentially chill-out music released not long before the term became ubiquitous (No Eyes’s other half was the source). I wasn’t happy with the transition and retroactively slipped in 'Golden Gaze' by Ian Brown from his album Golden Greats, which received a fair amount of play during our week in the Loire (supplied by Galleon). This allows for a more satisfying connection with the next track – 'Reflexos' by Quinteto Villa Lobos and Luiz Eca, taken from Blue Brazil Volume 2 (Blue Note In A Latin Groove), a compendium of jazz-inflected bossa nova and samba that the guy who used to own a pager introduced me to.
'Ali Baba' has established itself as something of a reggae classic over the years, but it was relatively obscure back in the year 2000 and I had great difficulty finding a copy on vinyl. If you can lay your hands on it, Hottest Hits Volume 3 on Treasure Isle also contains the excellent John Holt tune 'Stealing Stealing' and Joya Landis’s equally impressive 'Moonlight Lover'. If not then you're looking at one of the many Greatest Hits collections out there.
Although the Make Up were current (only just: the band dissolved this same year) I felt they were mining something distinctively retrospective and assuredly not in keeping with current trends. I could sense in them the same sort of louche abandon I was getting from Exile-era Stones, less the drug induced decadence. Ian Svenonius’s hair augmented the impression. 'Untouchable Sound' comes as a shock after the previous tune, but I didn't know where else to put it.
When I bought my copy of Jefferson Airplane’s Surrealistic Pillow I fully expected using 'White Rabbit' for my next anthology. Instead 'D.C.B.A.–25' made the cut. I could have included both, but I had no shortage of material to work with and 'D.C.B.A.–25' carried less psychedelic baggage.
'Sagittarius Black' by Timothy McNealy is the second track off of Keb Darge’s Legendary Deep Funk and probably the best. I’d sometimes accompany the guy who used to own a pager to see Keb Darge play at Madame Jojo's on a Sunday evening, which is where the term deep funk originated. I'd have gone more often if I didn't have to work the next day.
I seem to recall that All Back To Mine, compiled by a disc jockey named Sean Rowley, was not cheap compared to some of the other compilations I’d been buying. Still, I filched two tracks from it so maybe it was money well spent. The first is '90% of Me is You' by the American soul singer Gwen McRae. The other is 'Holy Are You', which comes later.
With its jerky rhythms, 'Blips, Drips and Strips' carries off where Stereolab’s last LP, Dots and Loops, left off, although the album that spawned it – Cobra and Phases Group Play Voltage in the Milky Night – is not quite as good, although that’s like saying Rubber Soul isn’t quite as good as Revolver. Maybe, maybe not, but not much in it either way.


Gite Camp

I had by now left the hotel and was working for an audio-visual wholesaler in Brentford who sold plasma screens and LCD/DLP projectors to high-end retailers and private customers, such as the television and radio presenter Jamie Theakston; he chucked his newly purchased, 40 kg plasma screen in the back seat of his open-top car and off he went.
I was situated in the warehouse, doing admin and taking stock, but it was expected that I muck in whenever goods were coming in or going out, which was often. I liked the people there and everyone tended to get on. Even management behaved reasonably. Every Friday after work, half the company seemed to descend on the Coach & Horses in Isleworth, and if you hung around for long enough the directors would start buying everybody drinks. It might be the best job I've ever had.
Grant Green’s cover of James Brown’s 'Ain’t it Funky Now' is taken from another series of Blue Note albums that were doing the rounds: precisely, Blue Break Beats Volume Two. This one was relatively inexpensive, and a little hit and miss as many of these sort of records often are.
'Soul Power' by Lil Ray & The Fantastic Four is Keb’s final contribution to my playlist. It's stuff like this that Earl Gateshead liked to play down at the Dive Bar, although that goes for Grant Green too. It's also typical of the records they'd drop down at the Wag.
'Hercules' by Aaron Neville had been in my possession for some time, on the Acid Jazz collection Totally Wired 6 I purchased in 1992. Like 'Ali Baba' it has since become ubiquitous, the type of thing that will be played in the type of pub that's stripped back the plaster to reveal the brickwork underneath, ripped out the carpets and dimmed the lights. In other words, a gentrified one.
'Queens St. Gang' by Arzachel is a peculiar number I found on a peculiar compilation entitled Battle For The Planet Of The Breaks. It was written by the guy who composed the theme music for Grandstand and the BBC’s coverage of Wimbledon – Keith Mansfield – although he was never actually a member of the band, and how he came to make his contribution is unclear. File under psychedelic progressive rock, perhaps?
The Electric Prunes are probably better known for the psychedelic garage-rock of tunes such as 'I Had Too Much to Dream (Last Night)'. Come their third album the group had been coerced into working with classically trained composer and arranger David Axelrod, whose vision was far more progressive than their own. By the time of their the fourth album, Release of an Oath, the original line-up had departed, to be replaced with session players, effectively leaving Axelrod in complete control. This was psychedelic rock of a very different kind. The garage elements completely gone and lavish string arrangements put in their place, 'Holy Are You' becomes the climax of this compilation.
Or does it?
Mick Jagger is an under-rated lyricist. I don’t actually hold song lyrics in the high regard that some people do; they are beholden to the meter of the song and subservient to it. Mick Jagger understands this, which is why he can write lyrics like this:

I'm the man who walks the hillside in the sweet summer sun.
I'm the man that brings you roses when you ain't got none.

Notice how he’s the man who walks the hillside, and yet the same man that brings you roses. This is the correct emphasis but many lyricists would have missed it. Also observe the double negative in ‘ain’t got none’, which is a perfectly acceptable idiom within the vernacular of the blues but would be wholly inappropriate if Jagger was writing for the page. Lyrics are written to be sung, not read or spoken.
More Make Up, then the endlessly repetitive instrumental groove of Stereolab’s 'Outer Bongolia', taken from the EP The First of the Microbe Hunters released in May 2000, which forced itself onto my playlist at the last moment. Lasting 9 minutes and 29 seconds, I figured it might be a good tune to drink to late at night in France, which proved to be the case.


Dive Bar

I finish with The Velvet Underground’s 'White Light/White Heat', but it was never my intention. The fact is this compilation began life as a mix-tape – it was compiled before I’d bought a MiniDisc player – and the original cassette had about two thirds of 'Sister Ray' tacked on the end of the first side (I reasoned that if any tune could tolerate truncation it was that one.) The tapes I used were 90 minutes long, whereas my new MiniDiscs granted just 74 minutes of playing time, so 'Sister Ray' had to go. To accommodate 'Ali Baba', 'Golden Gaze' and 'White Light/White Heat', I also omitted 'Outer Bongolia' (since reinstated – I decided against reintroducing 'Sister Ray'). The singularity of the format also allowed me to re-arrange the running order to create a more balanced playlist. Older compilations were recalibrated to taste. In its own quiet way MiniDisc was revolutionary.


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