I Want to Hold Your Hand

Amazing Dylan/Stones collaboration covering Beatles. Seminal sixties interface thing, like the collision of galaxies or Bobby Davro's Copy Cats.

Kelly

I fancy myself abstemious but this is the most drunken sounding song I have heard that is not by people who are actually drunk. Then, there's this poor soul. To be fair, though, that looks like quite a steep hill he is attempting to ascend.

Hold the Night

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.

Do You Have A Soul?

Speaking of a big tune, the chorus on this is approximately the size of Jupiter. Its gravity sucks in all nearby objects. One from the most muscular of beat groups.

The Kissin' Game

This is a big tune, especially the "I got a surprise" bit. The bass drives it along like a superanimated Peter Hook and the whole thing seems to get louder as it goes along and the musicians get more excited. Pop the way it should be.

To Be or Not To Be, Babe

That is the question. Aye, there's the rub.

Judy is a Punk

When I get 5 minutes peace I am going to work out how to play this. Judy is a punk. On a piano.

A Frightful Situation

Joan Greenwood again. It's actually Mrs Brown's Beautiful Daughter Carol. Extraordinary diction this woman has. Everyone should speak like this all the time. Or at least one day a year.

Don't Go Out into the Rain (You're Gonna Melt)

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.

Will There Be Any Yodellin' In Heaven.

An important question asked here in musical form. I do enjoy voices in harmony.

Let's Do the Waltz

Supposedly comic but actually more inventive than it perhaps needs to be.

Come Follow, Follow Me.

I fancy myself a cinephile but I have neither seen nor heard of the film from which this song comes. It's powerful stuff - faux cockney accent, kids chorus, boom ta ra lang lyrics. Sorts the boys from the men and the women from the girls.

Thing

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?

Class 4 show how theatrical rock should be done.

I had no idea that this song was so popular in Sweden but that is what the internet is for. This is wonderful and rules over Snow Partol's version. I hope class 4 do not mind it being posted here.

Jag är en Astronaut

Jag gillar mig själv en lingvist. Som utlovat här är tidigare inlägg på svenska.

I Am An Astronaut

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.