Monday, 31 December 2012
Monday, 24 December 2012
Sunday, 10 June 2012
After the Godz, another all time greatest group ever are Toots and the Maytals. Here they are at the Sombrero Club (no idea where that is) in 1962 backed by Byron Lee and his Dragonaires. Exciting vocals and some great dancing. This is brilliant, actually.
Tuesday, 5 June 2012
One last blast from the Godz. This was released as a single in the hope that it would compete with Strawberry Fields Forever or Good Vibrations. The Godz appeared to sincerely believe that their ur-music (and I have only posted their more musical stuff, some of it really is tuneless) had the potential to be widely successful. Gentlemen songsters off on a spree, doomed from here to eternity.
The previous video had poor sound so this is what the Godz could sound like properly recorded. A song of great depth and mystery that stays in your head. The less imaginative might have had a three note bass part to reflect the three syllables of the song’s repeated title. I think this is what Pink Floyd wanted to sound like but could not cut themselves loose from what was considered musical. No such qualms for the unfettered Godz who set the controls for the heart of the dissonance and achieve lift off.
Monday, 4 June 2012
Monday, 30 April 2012
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
There is nothing by this group that I do not like and hearing this makes me want to hear everything else by them in one sitting. Erudite lyrics, simple yet complex melodies, pleasant arrangements, singalongability. They should be the most covered band in history, apart from The Beatles, like. Good selection of Diwali cards cut up to make the video.
Thursday, 9 February 2012
I fancy myself a stylist. I like the line about "your hair cut a half an inch shorter than mine" and I like how they get out of the corner of finding a rhyme for "class" in the chorus. The whole thing zips along and carries the optimism and joy of the sixties. This is what the people who sell records describe as a "mod dancer".
Sometimes the most inane of songs can have a resonance. Sometimes a phrase, whether musical or lyrical, can seem like the most profound expression of art. Then again, it might just be that people in real life at times of heightened emotion speak in the cliches of pop songs. Plus the fact that pop usually addresses the commonest of experiences. Who hasn't been in the situation described here?
I fancy this song as hilarious (well, funny). A parody that also works as an example of what it is parodying. Makes me think of the sort of thing that Zappa would have done had he been genuinely funny. Sound effects by Lee Perry. In fact I wish Lee Perry had produced this, or done a dub of it at least.
Another song by a cartoon. The concept of authenticity in pop is a trick on teenagers (and their elders who really should know better). No one in pop is authentic, by definition. This band are as for real as any there has been. But seventeen is still quite young, really.
Friday, 27 January 2012
Wednesday, 25 January 2012
More from Kenny Young, the American McCartney. I could fill this blog up just with Kenny Young songs. I could not find this on You Tube so have made a video with the soundtrack from my own scratchy copy of this record. Reparata and the Delrons do a nice version of this.
Tuesday, 24 January 2012
Monday, 23 January 2012
Friday, 13 January 2012
Thursday, 12 January 2012
I fancy myself an authority on corporeal matters and I am pretty sure that anyone is highly unlikely to melt in the rain no matter how sweet they are. But I am not Kenny Young who is the genius behind this and at keast one other song coming up. This got covered a few times but this is Kenny and his mates with the peerless original.
Wednesday, 11 January 2012
I fancy myself an advocate but I doubt I could justify the existence of this record on anything other than pure pleasure grounds. It really has no artistic merit whatsoever. I like the girl singer's voice and accent and the comic sounds made by the synthesiser. I have a memory of seeing this on Top of the Pops illustrated by cartoon drawings of the thing doing what is described in the song. Performed by Edwina Biglet and the Miglets. Whatever happened to them?
I fancy myself an astronaut and so does Ricky Wilde. I have put up some of the good stuff from the Lost Jukebox and it is time for the harder stuff. A stern constitution is needed to stomach some of the following material and all persons are advised to proceed with caution. I like the lyrics to this (Dad's away and Mum's asleep conjures up a picture of neglected children in just 5 words). Ricky's performance here is so powerful it has inspired covers from Snow Patrol and a version in Swedish, which I will post next.