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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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Sunday, 31 December 2017

LINER NOTES: HARMONY IN MY HEAD [2007-08]








1.     No Pussy Blues – Grinderman
2.     Big in Japan – Tom Waits
3.     The Decision – The Young Knives
4.     Evergreen – The Brian Jonestown Massacre
5.     What Have I Said Now? – The Wedding Present
6.     Wings – The Fall
7.     House of Cards – Radiohead
8.     The Rip – Portishead
9.     Sugar Mountain – Neil Young
10.   Brides of Jesus – Little Feat
11.   The Pink Room – Angelo Badalamenti / David Lynch
12.   Pânico – Mercenarios
13.   Give It Lose It Take It – Field Music
14.   Bennie and the Jets – Elton John
15.   Contact – Bridget Bardot
16.   Lucky Number – Lene Lovich
17.   Harmony in my Head – Buzzcocks
18.   On My Radio – The Selector
19.   Gangsters – The Specials
20.   Pull Up to the Bumper – Grace Jones
21.   Let’s Dance – David Bowie

Bonus Tracks:

22.   L.E.S. Artistes – Santigold
23.   Black Magic – Jarvis Cocker
24.   Prodigal Son – The Rolling Stones
25.   Bird of Beauty – Stevie Wonder
26.   Cracked Actor – David Bowie
27.   Wordy Rappinghood – Tom Tom Club
28.   The Hungry Saw – Tindersticks


In his book A New Time for Mexico, Carlos Fuentes affirms that, 'Religious temperament without religious conviction has branded some of the greatest works of the twentieth century.' He offers up Luis Buñuel, Albert Camus, Ingmar Bergman and Graham Greene as examples of artistes who have attempted to make sense of suffering in the absence of Christ, to comprehend that which might be deemed sacred when divested of doctrine. Theism is antediluvian – predates the profits – and contemporary morality is derived, consciously or otherwise, from scripture, vouchsafed by the supernatural. In other words, you can’t get shot of God all that easily.
Fuentes might also have cited Nick Cave, who is not a man of proclaimed faith but nonetheless likes to make reference to Judeo-Christian subjects in his work. But not so with Grinderman. The album Grinderman is the sound of midlife crisis conveyed with such humour that you probably shouldn’t assume that the midlife crisis in question is necessarily Cave’s – or if it is then viewed from a distance. According to Cave, the song 'No Pussy Blues' was inspired by the negative reactions his Zapata moustache received. Cookie dusters are divisive at the best of times, so the result in and of itself is no firm indicator of middle aged angst, but the fact that Nicholas grew such a thing in his late 40s/early 50s maybe is.
I hadn’t made the connection when I put this compilation together – both tracks were provided by the lad who lent me The Sound of the Suburbs, so I might have expected to – but Tom Waits was also 50 years’ old when he recorded 'Big in Japan' and also appears to be railing against his advancing years. Whereas Cave just isn’t getting any, Waits can at least console himself with the fact that he’s doing business in Asia. Despite Tom’s gruff incantations that form the spine of the song, 'Big In Japan' is a far more buoyant tune than 'No Pussy Blues' but still rough enough to perpetuate a sense of anxiety.
'The Decision' by The Young Knives ensues, a continuation of the millennial post-punk revival, which was by now on the slide. Credit to them that their album Voices of Animals and Men was nominated for the 2007 Mercury Prize in the face of this. 'The Decision' contains the lines, 'I'm your monarch, your supreme monarch. That decision was mine,' which I take to be a comment on the illusory nature of monarchy: as if to say, 'I am the Queen's subject, but might I not make the same claim for myself: that actually the Queen is in fact my subject.'

Have you seen the documentary Dig!? If you haven’t, and if you like music, which you doubtlessly do if you’re reading this, then I recommend you watch it. Its subject is the trials and tribulations of bands The Brian Jonestown Massacre and The Dandy Warhols from the mid ‘90s through to the early 2000s. I was done with The Dandy Warhols but had heard nothing by The Brian Jonestown Massacre, so I bought the double compilation album Tepid Peppermint Wonderland: A Retrospective which gathers together 38 tracks spanning a period of nine years. The Brian Jonestown’ sound is various but can be categorised roughly into three parts: melodic folk rock numbers, like 'Servo', 'Prozac v Heroin', 'Nevertheless'; tripped out psychedelia of the kind you hear on 'Anemone' or 'Whoever You Are'; and, especially early on, a kind of lo-fi take on shoegaze. 'Evergreen' is from the band’s first album, Methodrone, and sounds like Slowdive jamming with Yo La Tengo. The common thread running through their work is lead singer and multi-instrumentalist Anton Newcombe, who comes across as a sort of malevolent genius and wears his heart and influences on his sleeve. His obsession with the 1960s is not parodic; making use of 12 string guitars, tablas and sitars does not exempt ingenuity. 'The Beatles were for sale. I give it away,' Newcombe tells us 20 minutes into Dig!. You can be cynical towards that, but it’s not the sentiment of someone interested in pastiche.
I used to listen to a taped copy of The Wedding Present's Bizarro during my second year at university. I’d got rid of all my old cassettes by now and didn’t have anything to play them on anyway. Cue Bizarro, completely remastered and repackaged with seven bonus tracks and extensive sleevenotes, on compact disc. This time around it was the tune 'What Have I said Now?' that stood out – specifically the moment when, after chugging along in F (with transient forays into A#, A and C), it crashes into E after the second verse.


Cologne

It took a while to compile this compilation. The reasons might be: my continued indifference to current music; a temperamental MiniDisc player and my decision to switch over to MP3; the difficulty of converting vinyl to the MP3 format; training for the Fuller's Thames Towpath Ten (mile) run; vacations to Cologne, Istanbul, Lisbon and New York; handing in my notice in July 2008; a five week sojourn in Southeast Asia and the period of unemployment that followed; apathy. I’d also taken to making ‘best of ‘ playlists of individual artists: Best of… Stereolab, Best of… Talking Heads, Best of… The Fall, and so forth. Putting together the best of The Fall was especially rewarding for I had added the records Perverted by Language and Grotesque (After the Gramme) to my collection, as well as acquiring digital copies of The Wonderful and Frightening World of…, The Frenz Experiment, Extricate, Code: Selfish and Shift-Work to supplement what I already possessed on vinyl. Such was the weight of material that I felt it necessary to divide my anthology into two parts. (The only other artist that has bid the same approach of me is David Bowie.) I took five tracks from the album Perverted by Language alone, although two of these – 'The Man Whose Head Expanded' and 'Wings' – were singles tacked on the end of the re-issued CD in the form of bonus tracks. For the sake of this compilation, I went with 'Wings', whose tempo and monotonous groove is consistent with the tunes I’ve placed before and after. In this respect, this playlist is more calculated than many of my others, which is the benefit of working with MP3. Although MiniDisc certainly provides for a cut-and-paste approach to recording, with MP3 it's almost compulsory, and so one pays more attention to the order of things. 'House of Cards' by Radiohead does a good job of following on from 'Wings' but works even better as a precursor to 'The Rip' by Portishead. (Footage of Thom Yorke and Jonny Greenwood of Radiohead playing an acoustic version of 'The Rip' appeared on the internet shortly after.)
I received my copy of Decade by Neil Young at the end of 2006, so by rights 'Sugar Mountain' should have kicked off this compendium. It wouldn’t have worked. 'Sugar Mountain' is a lament for lost youth (written when Neil Young had freshly turned 21) and nearly six minutes’ long, and it’s not going to get any party started.

Atheism, as it is currently understood, may one day prove to have been a passing fad, if only because its antithesis – theism – might itself lapse. Such a narrow view of things is problematic, not least because the subject is rooted firmly in semantics. The scientific and the religious – and I refer to the religious in the theological sense rather than the dogmatic, which is merely the realpolitik of organised religion – are interested in the same thing and destined to converge upon ontological grounds. Whether this terrain will be defined as Cartesian or monistic remains to be seen.
Jesus has a firm hold on our collective consciousness and his presence looms large within the realm of contemporary music, through gospel, blues, country, soul, and thus rock and roll. 'You don't want to walk and talk about Jesus, you just want to see his face,' incants Mick Jagger on 'I Just Want to See His Face', and he’s not alone: The Byrds, The Flying Burrito Brothers, Big Star, The Velvet Underground, The Doors, Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash, Manassas, Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds, Felt, Spaceman 3, The Vaselines, Teenage Fanclub, The Verve, The Brian Jonestown Massacre, Half Man Half Biscuit… The Nazarene turns up in the most unlikely places.
Not a moment too soon, I discovered Minus Zero/Stand Out Records off Portobello Road. What’s this they’re playing? 
'The Factory, Lowell George’s first band – you know, the guy from Little Feat.' 
I didn’t. After releasing but two singles, Lowell George joined Frank Zappa’s Mothers of Invention as rhythm guitarist and co-vocalist. His tenure was short lived and after contributing to Hot Rats, Burnt Weeny Sandwich and Weasels Ripped my Flesh he left to form his own band, called Little Feat. Not long after clarifying this chronology, I returned to Minus Zero / Stand Out Records and purchased the Little Feat and Dixie Chicken albums, paired together as part of WEA’s slightly weird ‘2 Originals’ series, which repackaged two albums by the same artist in a gatefold format. The music is reminiscent of that I heard playing in the Eiffel Bar in Copenhagen more than a year earlier, although persons I’ve played it too have tentatively asked if it might be the Rolling Stones – songs like 'Strawberry Flats' can give that impression.
The title and the lyrics to 'The Brides of Jesus' suggest the Parable of the Ten Virgins [Gospel of Matthew 25:1-13], yet the reference in the final line to ‘entertaining angels unawares’ is attributable to Hebrews [13:2]. It could be that Lowell is playing one proverb off against the other, saying that the ‘five foolish virgins’ who did not bring surplus oil for their lamps, and were denied entrance to the ‘wedding’ as punishment for being ill-prepared, should have been treated better, for they may have been actual angels. Lowell Gorge died of a heart attack in 1979, and I can find no evidence that he ever expatiated upon the song’s subject.
'The Pink Room' is from the soundtrack to the David Lynch film, Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me. According to the credits, this swampy, instrumental dirge was written by Lynch himself, rather than Angelo Badalamenti who composed the film’s score. I once listened to 'The Pink Room' in a static caravan on a campsite in the New Forest, with The Wilkinsons, the guy who used to own a pager and Roz Childs, surrounded by conifers and pines.
The Sexual Life of the Savages is a compilation of São Paulo post-punk that I requisitioned from my Cornish friend. I must have kept hold of it for a while because it made more of an impact on the anthology I put together over 2009/2010. In the meantime, I recorded 'Pânico' by Mercenárias, which sounds a bit like very early The Fall fronted by The Slits, only sung in Portuguese. I wouldn’t ordinarily have followed on from something like this with anything by Field Music, but 'Give It Lose It Take It' is one of their livelier numbers. 


New Forest

Like a lot of people, I’m not too bothered about New Year’s Eve. Ideally, I’d attend someone’s house party, preferably not mine, but for three years running I spent New Year’s Eve at the Hawley Arms in Camden. It was all down to the girl who used to live with my partner on the Isle of Dogs who’d met the proprietors on a beach in Southeast Asia, kept in touch, and extended a repeated invitation to see in New Year’s at their fashionable establishment. In 2004, rolling into 2005, there had been enough room to spray a celebratory bottle of champagne around without getting in anyone's way. By the time 2007 was imminent, there was barely enough room to raise a glass. I don’t remember much else about that night but I do remember enjoying Elton John’s 'Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting' playing. Mr Wilkinson advised I buy the 1974 album Greatest Hits, which I subsequently did. Rather than go through the laborious process of recording 'Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting' from vinyl onto our laptop, in real time, I picked up a copy of Goodbye Yellow Brick Road on CD from a charity shop for a couple of quid, introducing me to the delights of 'Bennie and the Jets' in the process. 'Bennie and the Jets' is a strange song in that it’s made to sound like it was recorded live, which makes me wonder whether it sounds much different when it is played live.
I wandered into Beyond Retro in Soho and found something I hadn’t bargained for: not an item of clothing but a sound. A lot of people would have asked what was playing, but I’m not one for talking to people unnecessarily so instead memorised key components of the song and looked them up on the internet when I got home. I didn’t have much to go on: it was sung in French, sounded like it was more than likely recorded in the 1960s, and exhibited a one-word chorus that exclaimed ‘Contact!’. It was French chanteuse Brigitte Bardot, with a little help from Serge Gainsbourg.
If not French psychedelic pop then what had I expected to find in Beyond Retro? Not sure but it won’t have been jeans, because fashion had finally caught up with itself. That is to say that the slimmer profile appropriated by purveyors of the post-punk and garage rock revival had begun to permeate the mainstream. Enter the Levi’s 504/514, a comparatively slim-fitting jean with a tapered leg offering a welcome alternative to the bootcut 507/517/527. The 504 would probably be considered fairly loose by today’s standards but in the mid-to-late 2000s was about as skinny as you could get. In 2007 I purchased a light blue pair of Levi 504s, which my partner ridiculed, and then a darker pair. In 2008, we flew to New York City and I picked up a black pair of corduroy 514s for a little more than $20, on sale in Urban Outfitters, which worked out at around £12. The 514s were slightly less tapered than the 504s and I had them altered to match.
Slimmer fitting knitwear was also now easier to come by. I’d been merrily buying my jumpers from Marks and Spencer since 2005 – specifically their Collezione range – and I was fine with that, but now I could find things in any high street store I’d be comfortable wearing: Fred Perry, Farah, Uniqlo, even Gap. Peacoats were all the rage too, whereas a few years earlier I’d been sifting through army surplus stock to find them. But it wasn’t as simple as that. Men’s mainstream fashion may finally have been shedding the boyish, post-Britpop baggy-isms that had preoccupied it for the last ten years but in its place was something almost schizophrenic. Whereas American groups such as Arcade Fire, Fleet Foxes, Bon Iver, and even Kings of Leon, were moving towards a leaner, more rugged sort of look, British groups like Hot Chip, Mystery Jets and Klaxons dressed like an explosion in American Apparel – tight jeans and baggy T-shirts in dayglo colours, with crazy hair. Ultimately, the boots, brogues and beards of our American cousins would win the war, but there was a very confused period in between where some of the worst offences of the 1980s threatened to take hold.
I got wind of 'Lucky Number' by Lene Lovich somehow – in another shop maybe. It was the brevity of the chorus that caught my ear: four dissonant chords sung in rapid succession and the ostinato that comes after. I found a copy of Singles Going Steady by Buzzcocks on CD for £3 – the same album the chap who got me into Sarah Records had lent to me in 1994/95 – and so reacquainted myself with that. The guy who used to own a pager was now playing guitar in a ska/two-tone covers band. Among other things, they’d play 'On My Radio' by The Selector and 'Gangsters' by The Specials, and so I downloaded them (from iTunes). These four songs were all released in the year 1979.


NYC

The laptop I was working from was not my own: it was my partner's and a mere repository for my music which I would then transfer across to my newly acquired MP3 player. The problem with interfacing directly with a mobile device is that you have direct access to everything stored upon it. You don’t even need to make playlists: just ‘play all’ or select ‘shuffle’ and let the hits keep on coming. The shuffle function is particularly pernicious. You find yourself continuously skipping tracks until something shows up worthy of your immediate attention. Furthermore, there’s nothing random about the algorithm that drives the shuffle function. Certain groups will make remarkably frequent appearances, whereas others will be conspicuous by way of their absence.
So I stopped using the shuffle function and set about putting together a compilation. I’d have normally done this with a certain amount of pre-planning, but found it simpler to make it up as I went along: Add to > playlist, notionally entitled ‘2007’, to be renamed at a later date when I felt suitably inspired. I listened to my incomplete playlist as I was compiling it, changing the running order here and there and re-transferring it across to my MP3 player as and when I added new songs. The problem was this mutable approach did not foment the urgency required to finish it. By the time 'Pull up to the Bumper' by Grace Jones and 'Let’s Dance' by David Bowie had been appended to the running order, I’d reached what would under usual circumstances have been my limit – the 80 minutes of time available on a MiniDisc. I had no problem adding to this duration, but where would I draw the line? At what stage would I stop subsuming music gathered in 2008 to a compilation intended to reflect 2007?
As it was, I felt the playlist worked well, so I decided to defer the tracks I had left over until the year after. It was not to be. The recording of vinyl continued to be an issue: the stupid device I had bought necessitated I record in real time and use software to isolate the individual tracks that then had to be saved as individual files of questionable quality. iTunes wasn’t as comprehensive as I’d been led to believe either, so I couldn’t source as much material as I would have liked. It’s conceivable that the reason why I included 'Pull Up to the Bumper' and 'Let’s Dance' is a direct result of this – as filler.

I have identified a number of tracks that might have originally featured on Harmony in my Head in less troubled circumstances, or could have gone towards a playlist for 2008.
American singer Santigold's second single 'L.E.S. Artistes' had been getting airplay, culminating in an appearance on Jools Holland. Her album, Santogold, was voted 2008's 7th best by the NME, while Rolling Stone deemed 'L.E.S. Artistes' to be the second best single. (MGMT and Beyonce topped the magazines' respective polls.)
'Black Magic' is off of Jarvis Cocker’s debut solo album Jarvis, which I have on vinyl. I was disappointed with it, if I'm honest, but the artwork's good and the price of vinyl had yet to go through the roof.
'Prodigal Son' is taken from Beggars Banquet, the record that kicked off the Rolling Stones’ golden age. The guy who used to own a pager brought it to Exmoor with us in 2003, but it had been overshadowed by Their Satanic Majesties Request. This seems odd because I’m now of the opinion that Beggars Banquet is second only to Exile on Main Street in the Rolling Stones’ canon.
In 2008 I bought, in fairly quick succession, the Stevie Wonder albums Music of My Mind and Fulfillingness' First Finale, and was more satisfied with the latter. I recall being enamoured with 'Boogie On Reggae Woman', but nowadays I err towards 'Bird of Beauty'.
In September 2007, I went to see a David Bowie tribute band, at the Grey Horse in Kingston, called The Thin White Duke. The keyboard player resembled the actor Ian Smith, who played Harold Bishop in the Australian soap opera Neighbours. They were actually quite good and their rendition of 'Cracked Actor' motivated me to add Aladdin Sane to my collection.
Back in April 2007, I picked up a vinyl copy of Tom Tom Club by Tom Tom Club on a visit down to Plymouth (from Really Good Records?). It’s a cool record to have and a good album to put on if you have people around. The Tindersticks tune, meanwhile, was another offering from the lad lent me The Sound of the Suburbstaken from the album of the same name – their best since Curtains and one I don't think they've bettered since.
There were other purchases, most notably records by Black Sheep, Main Source and Public Enemy (all that stuff's already covered in my 'Golden Age of Hip Hop' tetralogy). Maybe that’s why I never got around to creating a separate playlist for 2008. Not because I was unemployed, spent five weeks in Asia or couldn't be bothered, but as a result of rediscovering a taste for the music I listened to in my youth after wandering into a bar in Cologne playing old-school hip hop.


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Sunday, 30 April 2017

LINER NOTES: HOUNSLOW TO BRENTFORD, PART 2 [1998-99]







  1.  Holes – Mercury Rev
  2.  S.Y.M.M. – Manic Street Preachers
  3.  Help the Aged – Pulp
  4.  (Tonight) Are You Trying to Fall in Love Again – Tindersticks
  5.  Fan Mail – Blondie
  6.  Wild Wild Life – Talking Heads
  7.  Slapstick Girl – The Dylan Rabbit
  8.  High Street Love – The Dylan Rabbit
  9.  Boys Better – The Dandy Warhols
  10.  Folk Jam – Pavement
  11.  Cowboy Raga – Delta
  12.  Get Carter – Stereolab
  13.  Free Arthur Lee – Make Up
  14.  Rama Lama Fa Fa Fa – MC5
  15.  Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem) – Jay-Z
  16.  Murmur One – Add N to (X)
  17.  Jump n’ Shout – Basement Jaxx
  18.  Dusted – Leftfield
  19.  Magnetizing – Handsome Boy Modeling School 
  20.  Grass Skirt and Fruit Hat – Them
  21.  Kontakte – Les Rythmes Digitales
  22.  Come and Play in the Milky Night – Stereolab

My lady friend has secured a job in Northfields, which lies in the centre of a triangle – like a Masonic eye – that can be drawn between Hanwell, Ealing and Brentford. We are to move in together and shall occupy a small flat in a housing block located directly behind Griffin Park football stadium in Brentford.
Brentford is a strange place, with a high street marginally less depressing than Hounslow West’s but slightly more threatening. The only emporium of note is the furniture store P Goddard & Sons on the corner of the high street opposite The Beehive pub. Aside from that, there are a few cafes and restaurants, a pharmacy, a couple of hardware stores and not much else. There are however many pubs, although the standard varies considerably. The Griffin, The White Horse and The Waterman’s Arms become semi-regular haunts, but we avoid The Royal Oak, The New Inn and The Bricklayer’s Arms.
I am working in conference and banqueting with the friend who passed out in Debenhams, at the hotel I occasionally worked at while living on Penderel Road. We are employed on zero-hour contracts, which means we can take Fridays off whenever the fancy takes us. We are able to justify this because it’s not unusual to accrue 40 hours from Monday to Thursday. As Christmas nears, we’ll often find ourselves working in excess of 60 hours a week. Occasionally the system will backfire and there won’t be enough work to satisfy an eight hour shift. We invariably clock on at 15:00, so whenever this happens there’s normally enough time for a few drinks before heading home, either in The Three Magpies across the road or in Delaney’s, the hotel bar.


Plastic Letters

Part 2 of this playlist is a complete fabrication. I certainly did listen to Mercury Rev, Manic Street Preachers, Pulp, Pavement and Tindersticks (who I saw live at the Hammersmith Palais in November '99) but not necessarily together on the same tape. The Dylan Rabbit tracks were taken from their 1999 release Musicali Obskura 1: Das Chimp, but these songs would not have featured on any compendium. Other components were acquired years earlier. I’d purchased Blondie’s Plastic Letters from the Plymouth’s Pannier Market in 1995 with the intention of giving it to the girl who was a massive Blondie fan, but never got around to it. For some reason, it had great appeal in 1999. Similarly, I had access to ...The Dandy Warhols Come Down on its release in 1997, but only really took to it during my time in Brentford. The Talking Heads’ tune is from their album True Stories, which was derived from the film of the same name, written and directed by David Byrne. I'm fairly sure I bought it from a stall in Spitalfields Market in the company of the guy with the indie tapes, who was living in Whitechapel, but I couldn’t say exactly when.
The content thereafter is more rooted in the time this playlist is supposed to represent. Folk Jam comes from Pavement’s last studio album, Terror Twilight, released in June 1999. It’s not their best work and maybe the band’s subsequent liquidation shouldn’t have come as much of a surprise, but it's a good record nonetheless. 'Real Time' is taken from Delta's Laughing Mostly, a collection of B-sides, outtakes and various odd and sods; an album proper, Slippin' Out, would materialise the following year. Stereolab’s Aluminum Tunes is a similar sort of collection, the third instalment in a series of three. (Switched On Volume 1 and Refried Ectoplasm [Switched on Volume 2] are the other two.) 'Get Carter' stood out by virtue of it being a cover of the Roy Budd penned theme tune to the film of the same name, and one of my favourites.
Make Up featured twice in the NME’s 100-strong ‘highest rated albums of 1999’: the album proper Save Yourself and the singles compilation I Want Some. I figured that the double LP I Want Some would serve as a better introduction to this mysterious band, and besides, it contained a song that pleaded for the release of the incarcerated Arthur Lee. The record proved to be money well spent. I could not say the same for Teen Age Lust, a live recording by MC5, although the riff throughout 'Rama Lama Fa Fa Fa' almost compensates for the terrible sound quality.
I don’t know what inspired me to get into Add N to (X) but I do know that Leftfield and Basement Jaxx were getting airplay on the radio, and that I have a copy of 'Dusted' on 12”. I became acquainted with 'Kontakte' by Les Rythmes Digitales and 'Grass Skirt and Fruit Hat' in the year 2000. The former was introduced to me by my brother when I visited him in Rotterdam in February, the latter I bought on a whim after I heard it playing in Beggars Banquet, Kingston. I have included them on this transitional compilation because I did not include them on the playlist I put together later that summer, and yet they evoke strongly the memory I have of living in Brentford and deserve representation.
'Come and Play in the Milky Night' is the final track off of Stereolab's sixth studio album, Cobra and Phases Group Play Voltage in the Milky Night (which was vastly underrated at the time of its release, and maybe still is). Stereolab didn't play it when I saw them at Heaven in November 1999, but they have done on every one of the three occasions I've seen them since: as a final encore in 2001 and at the start of their set in both 2006 and 2019. I prefer it as an encore.


Rotterdam

Towards the end of the year 2000, I ditched my cassette tapes and converted to MiniDisc. Thereafter, every playlist remains largely faithful to its original incarnation. If you were to go to the effort of compiling any one of my playlists then I’d hope you wouldn’t start with this one. For one thing, its artificial nature probably hampers the flow. More importantly, it is clear to me now looking back that it wasn’t only my circumstances that were subject to change but my taste also. I was in a state of flux, disillusioned with indie music and with only a passing interest in electronica.
But who would even know? It was never my intention to chronicle music that was being made at the time but to merely collate what I listened to at various stages of my life. That late 1997 through to early 2000 saw my enthusiasm for the playlist presumably wane is neither here nor there. Hounslow to Brentford, parts 1 and 2, is a collection of songs just like any other, and how it works as a playlist is largely a matter of taste. Nonetheless, as an act of creation it is impaired. I obliged myself to work with whatever fragmentary memories I have of these three years and took it from there. Moreover, it spans too long a period of time in my life to be in any way intelligible to my own ears, so I how can I expect it to cohere to anyone else’s?


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