Tuesday, May 13, 2008

CONFESSIONS ON THE DANCEFLOOR (2)


OK, so JC's not gone away yet. But we can still have confession time.

After all the good taste that is 45 45s @ 45, these are about those dirty little musical secrets we all have. None of that post-modern "guilty pleasures" nonsense.

Next up, a musical genre that seems to have been airbrushed from history - New Wave Of British Heavy Metal (NWOBHM).

We’ve all got skeletons in our closet. NWOBHM is mine. As punk petered out at the end of the 70s, arty New Wave was taking over. This all seemed too remote to me, so I dived headlong into the head banging, devil sign flicking cacophony that was heavy metal. But at least I never wore spandex. Honest.

Even within NWOBHM, Tygers of Pan Tang were a bit wussy and a bit preening. The band, which came from Whitley Bay in the North-East of England, formed in 1978. The name of the band derives from an elite group of chaos-worshipping warriors in Michael Moorcock's Elric stories called the Tigers of Pan Tang.

After the near-poodle rock of Tygers of Pan Tang, some true Northern NWOBHM grit with FIST. I only ever had their first single “Name, Rank And Serial Number” but it grew crackly from over-playing.

Formed in North East England in late 1979, but gone within a few years (the band had dissolved by the end of 1982). What was different about them was that they came from a bluesy Rock background which they then updated in Heavy Metal vein.They were one of the initial groups to record for legendary label Neat Records (alongside Tygers Of Pan Tang, and White Spirit), and also put out one of Neat Records most famed singles (Name, Rank, And Serial Number, which contained cover art drawn by a guy who not to long after became Cronos of Venom). They were also one of the many bands from that scene, and period that, against all intents, drifted off into obscurity even in spite of support from a major label (MCA).
So...TVVers, are you ready to RAWK!?



Buy NWOBHM

Monday, May 12, 2008

GONE ON HOLIDAY - SO HERE'S A REPEAT POSTING (1)

FROM SUNDAY 22nd OCTOBER 2006, NOT LONG AFTER I STARTED UP THE BLOG; THE POST WAS ORIGINALLY CALLED 'UNDER THE COVERS (2)

It's a glorious autumnal day in my home city.

It's mornings like this that make me think I don't really want to live anywhere else.

After the New Order-fest of the past week, I am now trying to resume something of a normal service. Time for an appropriate cover version from a few years ago.

mp3 : Sunday Morning - James

This can be found on the Lose Control single of 1990. I love how Tim Booth throws in loads of Velvet Underground song titles as the tune reaches a crescendo. Fabulous.

It's probably only on e-bay that you'll be able to purchase this song. It was also a track on Heaven & Hell, a now difficult to find tribute album to The Velvet Underground.

I also want to dedicate a second song this morning to W A Fading. His was a truly astounding blog which was very nearly no more. But he has decided to begin all over again. I, for one, am truly thankful.

mp3 : Take Care Of Yourself - Edwyn Collins

Taken from Hellbent On Compromise that was released in 1990. A record that is long-deleted, you can still find it, sometimes brand-new, in cyberspace right here.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

CONFESSIONS ON THE DANCEFLOOR (1)


OK, so JC's away. I can therefore do some posts which can be deleted before he gets back. Mum's the word eh?

After all the good taste that is 45 45s @ 45, these will be about those dirty little musical secrets we all have. None of that post-modern "guilty pleasures" nonsense.

First up, The Arctic Monkeys. Why are they so lauded? They are a standard indie rock band who shout a lot. Ooh...they come from Sheffield. What's the big deal? It took pop sirens Sugababes and their amazing rotating line-up to unlock the pop goodness inherent in "I Bet You Look Good On TheDancefloor". Don't believe me? Then listen for yourself and then try to go back to the original. You won't.



Friday, May 09, 2008

45 45s AT 45 : NUMBER 11

Is this the song in my self-indulgent rundown that stands out like a sore-thumb?

In terms of a world-wide audience, its probably the best-known of all of the 45s (so far). Its certainly got the most identifiable opening notes (that is unless you get confused with Call It What You Want by Credit To The Nation which sampled the intro).

First time I heard this was as the opening song on a cassette made up by Jacques the Kipper. It was a time when every six weeks or so, we would thrust a tape into each others hands along with set of cryptic clues for each song, and challenge the other, not just to identify the track, but also offer a few observations.

His clue for the opening song was ‘Vodka’. Sheer genius if you ask me…..the boy should have become a copywriter with an advertising agency.

But back to the song...

It’s about as far removed as you could ever imagine from the twee stuff that I listened to so much over the previous decade, and it could almost be classified as the dreaded stadium rock. And yet...

There’s just something very special and outstanding about Smells Like Teen Spirit that is difficult to pinpoint. I can’t argue that it’s anything unlike you’d ever heard before, given that it has a riff that is very similar (some say identical) to More Than A Feeling by 70s soft-rockers Boston. Nor is there a case to be made that the vocals are completely different from other folk given that Kurt Cobain’s style of quiet/shout/quiet/shout was something you heard from Black Francis on many Pixies songs. And yet...

The song did seem to arrive like a bolt out of the blue. Yes, there had been some coverage in the UK music papers about some sort of scene based around the city of Seattle, but how many times before had we read about a scene in Chicago, New York, LA, San Francisco or any other American city that had petered out before it crossed the Atlantic. But then Nirvana came across to the UK to promote Nevermind. There was a live appearance on an early evening chat-show on Channel 4 hosted by Jonathan Ross. He introduced the band who went straight into a heavy-metal riff, and then Kurt took over on a completely indecipherable lyric that was a low-moan or a scream...

In the middle of the tune, he sang the words, 'Just Because You’re Paranoid Don’t Mean That They’re After You'. Then he started screaming again. The song finished in a flurry of feedback not seen in any TV studio since the heyday of Jesus And Mary Chain, before the drums were kicked over and the band stormed off to muted applause and a bemused chat show host who had his finger in his ear. Jonathan Ross than, in a brilliant piece of improvisation said ‘That was Nirvana – doing a song that none of us were expecting. They’ve asked me to mention that they are available for children’s parties and bar mitzvahs...’

It was a truly astonishing piece of TV, and the most ‘punk’ thing I had seen in years, and I knew right then that Nirvana were the genuine article. (The song they played was Territorial Pissings). It was the sort of thing that won’t happen nowadays as prime-time TV live shows are no longer really live and bands won’t behave in that way for fear of upsetting the label bosses.

Of course it all went badly wrong almost immediately, and the band nowadays seem to be loved and admired more for the dead rock star syndrome rather than anything else. The fact that it all ended before there could be any critical backlash or before they fell out of fashion, means that there are very few reasons why music historians and commentators can ever make critical comments about Nirvana, other than be horrified at some of the copy-cat acts that came in their wake. But that’s just nonsensical - you never read anyone blaming The Beatles for every single four-piece band that’s walked the planet since 1963 do you?

mp3 : Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit
mp3 : Nirvana - Drain You
mp3 : Nirvana - Even In His Youth
mp3 : Nirvana - Aneurysm

I never did get to see the band live on stage. Mrs Villain and myself had tickets for a Glasgow gig that never happened as Kurt Cobain committed suicide shortly beforehand. I immediately went back in for my refund, but Mrs V kept her ticket as a momento. Seems she was the clever one as she could probably get far more than its face value if she was to put it on e-bay...

Oh and I've posted the promo for the single over at The Video Villain, but I've also tracked down the Jonathan Ross clip as well. Even if you're no fan of the band, it's worth having a look just to see how fresh-faced he was back in 1991. And check out his hair, as well as the ad-libbing (turns out I didn't repeat it 100% word-for-word, but I wasn't far off). Just click here.

Incidentally, this will be the last posting on the chart for a few weeks, as another holiday in far-off places beckons. The 45 45s at 45 rundown will recommence in early June.

In the meantime, there will be a few other bits and bobs appearing on these pages between now and then starting on Monday and then every other day.......there's been a bit of Blue Peter in as far as 'and here's one I prepared earlier' to keep things ticking over....

Here’s the rundown of the chart so far – the artists likely to appear in the Top 10 should be getting a bit obvious. Feel free to speculate…I might give a prize to the first person to get them all.

No, tell you what, I will give prizes to those who come closest....


11. Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit
12. Massive Attack - Protection
13. The Go-Betweens – Man O’ Sand To Girl O’ Sea
14. Simple Minds - Love Song
15. The Jam - Going Underground
16. Pixies - Monkey Gone To Heaven
17. Arab Strap - Here We Go
18. The Specials - Ghost Town
19. Leftfield/Lydon - Open Up
20. The Police - Can't Stand Losing You
21. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Do You Love Me?
22. The Skids - Into The Valley
23. Buzzcocks - Ever Fallen In Love?
24. Arcade Fire - Rebellion (Lies)
25. Radiohead - Fake Plastic Trees
26. Sons & Daughters - Johnny Cash
27. Bronski Beat - Smalltown Boy
28. Scritti Politti - Faithless
29. Underworld - Born Slippy (Nuxx)
30. Trashcan Sinatras - Obscurity Knocks
31. Wild Swans - Revolutionary Spirit
32. Edwyn Collins - If You Could Love Me
33. Arctic Monkeys - When The Sun Goes Down
34. Pet Shop Boys - For Tomorrow
35. Blur - For Tomorrow
36. Maximo Park - Graffiti
37. Paul Quinn & The Independent Group - Stupid Thing
38. Martin Stephenson & The Daintees - Crocodile Cryer
39. The Style Council – Long Hot Summer
40. XTC – Senses Working Overtime
41. Oasis – Wonderwall
42. Joe Jackson – Is She Really….?
43. Frightened Rabbit – Be Less Rude/The Greys
44. Soft Cell – Bedsitter
45. Pulp – Common People

Thursday, May 08, 2008

45 45s AT 45 : NUMBER 12

Another entry where few words are really needed.

I’ve loads of Tracey Thorn records, dating back to her time with The Marine Girls, as a solo artist and of course with Everything But The Girl.

But she has never sounded better than on this:-

mp3 : Massive Attack – Protection (LP version)

No point in me repeating what I’ve said previously about dance acts/dance music and how I’m not well-enough qualified to comment with much conviction.

But somehow I’ve never really regarded Massive Attack as a dance-band – particularly when thinking about their best singles. If the one song per artist rule in this chart didn’t exist, then Teardrop would be in here. Both songs are equally gorgeous, haunting, unique and unforgettable. But in my mind, Tracey shades it over Elizabeth Fraser.

Why?

I think its because Protection is one of the best lyrics ever recorded by a female artist - its full of conviction, passion, love and strength without ever falling into the trap of being soppy or maudlin.

There was also a brilliant and imaginative video made for Protection. It’s right here, just where you would expect it to be.

ABOUT LAST NIGHT : GIG REVIEW : FRIGHTENED RABBIT : GLASGOW ORAN MOR

Last month, I was lucky enough to catch three exceptional live performances by Frightened Rabbit within the space of nine days, including an astonishing set at King Tut's and then on a very special night when they launched their new album at Mono.

This latest performance was merely good rather than exceptional. And even then, it only got as high as good rather than average because of the closing number.

The big problem last night at Oran Mor was the sound, for the boys struggled all night to get it right - and almost every other song had one or other of them signalling frantically to the desk for something to be turned up or down. Now I've no idea why this might be as I'm no expert, but I'm wondering if it all stemmed from one of the support bands.....

I arrived at the venue too late to see Y'All Is Fantasy Island, but in time to catch Ross Clark. I'd previously seen Ross play as support at the LP launch, and again he was reasonably entertaining with a selection of songs played by him on a semi-acoustic backed by a drummer, although he was later joined on stage by a violinist, a trumpeter and someone else on something resembling a mandolin. Some of his songs were stronger than others, but at no point during his 30-odd minutes on stage did I look at my watch out of boredom.

I can't say the same about the main support act who are a Canadian lot called The Tom Fun Orchestra. There were nine of them - drummer, bassist, two electric guitarists, one semi-acoustic guitarist, a banjo player, a trumpeter, a violinist and an accordion player crammed onto the stage. They all had an air of confidence and swagger about them as they struck up their opening notes which only seemed to get stronger as their 40 minute set went on. I say seemed as quite honestly, I gave up after three songs and went out for some fresh air as the stuff was just an appalling racket - the Pogues on speed is how to try and describe the sound, while they dressed in a 'look at me, I'm wacky' sort of way. Simply appalling. And god only knows what they did to the sound engineers with the nine of them competing for attention.....

Frightened Rabbit were due on at 10.30, but due to the complexity of setting things up for the support and also the fact they overran, meant it was 10.50 before they came on and I think the initial body language of the boys indicated it wasn't going to be the greatest of nights. They looked tired and sluggish and a bit pissed-off. Maybe even nervous, but certainly a lot different from the previous three times I'd seen them.

The set again drew largely from Midnight Organ Fight, and it was noticeable that many of the crowd now know the songs as there were a few sing-a-long moments. It was equally noticeable too that a quite a few folk were seeing the band for the first time - perhaps curious to find out what all the fuss in blogland and magazine world is all about - and I'm pretty sure that some of them went home disappointed.

After a 12-song set, the band briefly left the stage beforeScott Hutchison came back on alone with just an acoustic guitar. Those of us who had seen the band before knew we were in for a huge treat with a rare live airing of the sublime Poke, and much of the venue descended into a revered silence. But not all of the venue......

So there's a man and his guitar alone on stage baring his very soul for his art and quite a number of ignorant fuckers are standing at the bar holding conversations while trying to sneak a quick last pint in before throwing out time. Totally appalling behaviour, and it almost ruined the night entirely.

But the cavalry arrived in the shape of Grant, David and Andy as they launched into an incredibly angry and fiery version of The Greys that segued perfectly into a violent version of Square 9. This was more like the Frightened Rabbit I'd been lucky enough to see before, and know that I will see again. I went home with a smile on my face after all.....

I still maintain that Midnight Organ Fight is as good a record as has been released in 2008 and that the band are the best to come out of Scotland in a very long time. But last night they seemed to slightly mis-fire, but only when judged against the very high standards that they themselves had set from previous nights I'd seen them.

Still cant wait to see them on stage again later in the year.

Set List:-

The Modern Leper/I Feel Better/Be Less Rude/Good Arms vs Bad Arms/Fast Blood/Heads Roll Off/Old, Old Fashioned/Music Now/Backwards Walk/The Twist/Go-Go Girls/Keep Yourself Warm/Poke/The Greys/Square 9.

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

45 45s AT 45 : NUMBER 13

On many an occasion in this rundown, I’ve mentioned that I had major problems narrowing down which particular song should be chosen for a band. I reckon the biggest dilemma came with The Go-Betweens. How can I possibly ignore the merits of the genius, majesty and sheer beauty of Cattle and Cane - the track that is probably their best-known and best loved song? Not to mention the gorgeous vocal delivery of the much-missed Grant McLennan.

The answer is that the follow-up single just means an awful lot more to me.

It was at the age of 20 that I finally moved out from underneath my parents’ protection and branched out to a place of my own. It was a student residency flat on campus in Glasgow City Centre. It was a two-bedroom job, complete with kitchen, toilet and shower. I had the single room, while my two flatmates shared a larger space. The rent for each of us was £510 – for a full year including the summer months.

I had a reasonable record collection, but one of my other flatmates had a collection that I reckon was probably only second to that of John Peel (for instance, he had every single that had come out on Postcard Records). It was a time when my musical tastes broadened more than ever before, thanks to hearing some old stuff for the first time, but also on account of new and emerging bands throughout the early and mid 80s. This was where I first learned about, among others, The Go-Betweens.

The location of the flat was incredible, a mere stone’s throw from the student union where we seemed to spend most of our free time. We’d spend hours every weekend getting ready to go out, taking turns to play some of our favourite songs, often dissecting the lyrics and melodies in a way that seemed very important and meaningful.

Every Friday and Saturday, the set-lists for going out would change, but there was one single from October 1983 that always seemed to get played – as indeed was the b-side:-

mp3 : The Go-Betweens – Man O’ Sand To Girl O’ Sea
mp3 : The Go-Betweens – This Girl, Black Girl

Robert Forster’s manic delivery of the line ‘I feel so sure about our love I’ve wrote a song about us breaking up’ is one of the finest moments in pop history. As is the chorus that isn’t a chorus – ‘I want you baaaaaack.’ And don’t get me started in the great backing vocals.

There’s also a little footnote to this particular single that also helped it clinch selection ahead of Cattle and Cane.

This was another 7” which was ‘lost’ in Edinburgh all those years ago, although I did still have copies of the songs on a double compilation LP called 1978-1990. However, by the the early part of this century, it was all CDs or digital and I just couldn't get my hands on a copy of the b-side.

But....there came a day when, after much humming and hawing, I plucked up the courage to ask a bloke called Colin who at the time had a great blog called Let’s Kiss And Make Up that had previously featured The Go-Betweens if he could post an mp3 of This Girl, Black Girl. He willingly obliged.

Colin also later replied to other e-mails from me in which I asked for advice in setting up my own blog - and without fail he was always courteous, charming, witty and hugely supportive, especially in the very early days when I was unsure of what I was doing and terrified that I was out of my depth, making a fool of myself and wasting my time.

So if there's a song from this rundown that I'd like to dedicate to anyone, then its this particular track.

Thanks comrade. I'm proud to call you a mate.

Footage of the band is here.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

45 45s AT 45 : NUMBER 14

If he gets round to reading this, I can hear Jacques the Kipper scream at his PC screen (sorry, make that Mac screen – he’s posh), WWWWHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAATT? Given what I’ve chosen at #14, I don’t think his will be an isolated scream.

Your humble scribe and his long-term musical buddy have very diverse opinions on Simple Minds. Our solution is just to agree to disagree. Maybe it’s something to do with where I was born and bred.

Nowadays, there are all sorts of great venues dotted around the city centre of Glasgow and beyond for bands to pitch up and play. But 30 years ago, it was either the Apollo or a mere handful of pubs – all of whom had a strict door policy. The local evening paper would carry adverts every week for 5 or 6 venues (The Dial Inn and The Burns Howff are two that I seem to recall), but every week it would be the same 5 or 6 acts that appeared – and all of them had long hair and wore either cheese-cloth shirts and flares or tight fitting t-shirts and leather trousers. In short, it was a scene dominated by really awful pub-rock and acts who wanted to be the new Led Zeppelin.

In the pre-Postcard era, it was Simple Minds who stood out from that crowd, for they didn’t rely on loud guitars, screaming vocals and pounding drums – they had a keyboard player!! Someone at school said that they weren’t a new band at all, but instead just the latest line-up of a Glasgow punk act called Johnny And The Self Abusers (astonishing as it may seem, this turned out to be true!!)

The band started to get some local media attention and songs were being played on the local commercial radio station. Then they were signed by a major record label and you could buy their single and LPs in all the local shops. Many of us rushed out and bought these records, and many of us found ourselves bemused.

The first three albums by the band saw a mixture of a few easily-accessible pop tunes, but they were buried among a lot of stuff that seemed to verge on the dreaded and awful prog-rock. Nowadays, its easy to look back and see the influences were in fact more European-orientated acts like Kraftwerk and Can, but here in Glasgow very little was known about such bands. The band had afew early stand out tracks - in particular the singles Life In A Day and Chelsea Girl, as well as one particularly infectious track in I Travel that made you want to get on the dance floor and shake your hips. Were discos the real future for Simple Minds??

In 1981, the band moved to Virgin Records who had something of a decent track record making a success of slightly off-kilter new wave bands such as Magazine, XTC, PiL and The Skids. The first release was an LP called Sons and Fascination, the initial copies of which came with a bonus LP called Sister Feelings’ Call (the latter would eventually be released as a stand-alone record).

It was still very much a mix of the pop and the prog, but the pop was pretty sensational. And the prog was somehow different (we would later come to recognise much of it as trance….). The pop meanwhile was aimed very much at the dance floor, but not with a disco beat. It was very similar to records that were coming out of Sheffield by a band called The Human League, and looking back we can see it was the start of a new era and new style of synth-pop that brought us bands such as New Order and Depeche Mode.

The first time I heard the single that I'm picked at #14 was at a Glasgow city centre disco where ‘alternative’ nights of sorts were held on Sunday evenings. Something came on with a long and attention-grabbing pulsating intro. Then came a vocal that sounded awfully familiar….that can’t be Jim Kerr...surely not....

It was only after it had finished, when I went over to the DJ’s booth to ask, did I find out that it was the forthcoming record by Simple Minds. The DJ had been given an advance copy to try out at the ‘alt’ evening. I’m sure it was played on at least two more occasions that night and filled the (admittedly small) floor each time.

Love Song turned out to be the biggest success for the band up to that point. Before long, the band were aiming for pop success at the expense of everything else, and by the mid 80s they had succeeded, thanks to a world-wide hit with Don’t You Forget About Me. They were now, without any shadow of a doubt, stadium rockers of the corporate kind – hugely popular with the masses. They had even started writing songs such as Waterfront which became the unofficial sing-a-long anthem for Glasgow for a short while. All this might have made the boys rich and popular, but it also made them mundane, mediocre and meaningless.

It was now embarrassing to actually admit you were once a fan. And in some folks eyes, that is still the case.

But I’ll always stand by the majesty of the turn of the 80s decade Simple Minds……

mp3 : Simple Minds - Love Song (extended)
mp3 : Simple Minds - This Earth That You Walk Upon

Footage is over at The Video Villain.

Bonus song from the punk era:-

mp3 : Johnny And The Self Abusers - Saints and Sinners*


* also the name of a legendary Glasgow venue. It would later change ownership and name and become King Tut's Wah Wah Hut.

Monday, May 05, 2008

45 45s AT 45 : NUMBER 15

Oh…..I’m going to be in bother for giving this a chart placing as low as #15. Especially as I’ve used dozens of past postings to tell the world of my adoration for The Jam.

This was the first band that I ever got infatuated with. They were the first band that I ever queued up for tickets overnight, lying on a cold and wet Glasgow pavement in a sleeping bag.

The minute the record shop opened on the day the band released a new single or LP, I was waiting to go in and buy it. My part of the bedroom wall in the room that I shared with my brothers was covered in posters of The Jam.

On day when I saw a friend’s wall had all the picture sleeves from the singles stuck to his bedroom wall, I went home and did the same. My shrine to Buckler, Foxton and Weller had to be better than that of anyone else I knew.

The break-up of the band didn’t send me into a sulk. Instead, I thought this was a chance to watch and enjoy each of their new bands and wait for the inevitable reunion (got that last bit spectacularly wrong, didn’t I???)

Even when The Style Council broke up and interest in The Jam was at a low, I could still be relied to keep talking about them to anyone who was interested. I think it was 1992 when myself and a mate were 40% of the audience at a theatre-show at the Edinburgh Fringe, all about the story behind the formation, success and break-up of The Jam. The other 60% in the audience were Sean Hughes, Phil Jupitus and some mate of theirs who probably worked for Channel 4 or the BBC...

No other band gave me such agony choosing which single to select for inclusion in the run-down. It could easily have been In The City which introduced me to them at an early stage. Or Down In the Tube Station At Midnight, a song that on release I thought would always be my favourite record of all time. Just as equally, Strange Town and When You’re Young are singles that mean so much to me – often because with The Jam, the B-sides were just as good as the single, and this was very much the case with The Butterfly Collector and Smithers-Jones respectively.

In the end, after much agonising, I’ve gone for Going Underground, and I’ve done so because it was the song that allowed me to say, to the watching world and all those who had cast dispersions on the band, YOU WERE WRONG, AND ALL THE TIME I WAS RIGHT.

In 1980, singles didn’t enter the charts at the #1 position. Instead, they came in somewhere in the 20s and that got you onto Top of the Pops. The single would sell well on the back of this TV appearance, would climb a few places and then again the following week into the Top 10. The second TOTP appearance would follow, and if it was different enough from the first one and Radio 1 was still playing it, then the Top 5 and a chance at #1 would follow. It was always a 3-4 week cycle to hit the top slot.

Going Underground broke all the rules of the game. It flew in at #1 and stayed there for three weeks.

Critics of the band said it only did this as the initial copies of the single came with a limited edition live EP, and thus fans rushed out and bought it immediately. The fact that The Jam would repeat the straight in at #1 on two more occasions soon disproved that theory.

Going Underground is my favourite Jam single for a number of reasons.

Firstly, it proved that in March 1980, The Jam were by far and away the biggest and most popular band in the UK - despite which, the band still managed to make long-time fans feel they were still something special.

Secondly, it was an attack on the Thatcher government’s policy of increased spending on nuclear weapons, and as a member of CND (weren’t we all in those days), this song seemed significant in spreading the word to a wide audience.

Thirdly, the B-side was another brilliant Jam song. So brilliant, it was originally intended as a double-A release, only the printing press got it wrong. Allegedly.

Finally, it did in fact come with a great live EP which didn’t bleep-out the swear words on The Modern World……

mp3 : The Jam – Going Underground
mp3 : The Jam – Dreams Of Children
mp3 : The Jam – Away From The Numbers (live)
mp3 : The Jam – The Modern World (live)
mp3 : The Jam – Down In The Tube Station At Midnight (live)

This was another single that I lost in the Edinburgh flit. But it was one that I chased up on e-bay not long after I got the USB Turntable and re-kindled the interest in vinyl.

So why only #15 in this rundown? Well, its just too good to be at #16 or lower.....

ABOUT LAST NIGHT : GIG REVIEW ; NICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDS : GLASGOW CARLING ACADEMY - 4th MAY

A few quick words......

The converted bingo hall that is the Carling Academy continues to be a poor venue in terms of sound. Nick's vocals were very high in the mix at the expense of some of the other instruments (particularly the keyboards and whenever Warren Ellis played strings).

Secondly, some of the material from Dig Lazarus Dig!!! was slightly disappointing. As ever with Nick when he goes out on a tour, he drew heavily on the newest LP for much of the set.

But....against those criticisms has to be balanced the fact that the Bad Seeds were once again truly awesome in their playing, and that Nick, by sticking largely to vocals and/or guitar was very much in his element as the front man.

Plus.....the songs chosen from the back catalogue were truly stunning. In particular, Tupelo, Let Love In, Papa Won't Leave You Henry and Hard On For Love. It would have been worth the admission price for those four songs along....along with the inevitable crowd-pleasing closing rendition of Stagger Lee.

Full set list was:-

1. Night Of The Lotus Eaters
2. Dig Lazarus, Dig !!!
3. Tupelo
4. Today's Lesson
5. Red Right Hand
6. Midnight Man
7. Let Love In
8. Deanna
9. Lie Down Here (& Be My Girl)
10. Moonland
11. Jesus Of The Moon
12. The Ship Song
13. We Call Upon The Author
14. Papa Wont Leave You Henry
15. More News From Nowhere

Encore

16. The Lyre Of Orpheus
17. Hard On For Love
18. Into My Arms

Encore 2

19. Wanted Man
20. Stagger Lee

It was a show that stretched out into 2 hours - and simply flew in.

That's the 8th or maybe 9th time I've seen Nick Cave on stage, and he never ceases to astound me. I'm just sorry his next trip here is to play on a stage in front of a muddy field in August. I don't do festivals me.....

Sunday, May 04, 2008

THE SUNDAY POST : A SMATTERING OF B-SIDES

It was a quiet past 7 days gigs-wise, with just Billy Bragg last Sunday. There should have been a couple of midweek events, including Eastern Conference Champions on the recommendation of Marcy, but I just had too much on work-wise to manage along.

I thought I'd be lazy today and go for a selection of b-sides that should be of some interest to folk. The fact that I'm including something by The Smiths should mean I get a few casual visitors courtesy of The Hype Machine and Elbo. So, if you're such a person, a big hello and welcome to the pages of The Vinyl Villain. Feel free to say something nice or nasty in the comments section.

But I'll start with something from my home city, featuring a band that have been a bit quiet of late but are expected to bring out some new songs later this year. The first time I caught wind of Franz Ferdinand was in 2003, but not at any of their now famous shows/parties in disused buildings across Glasgow - I'm far too obscure and unhip to find out about things like that. No, it was during a bout of insomnia when a video for their debut single came on MTV2 at something like 3am. I went out and bought the single the next day, but found that I much preferred the b-side which reminded me an awful lot of The Fall in terms of the tune and even the way Alex Kopranos delivered his nonsense lyrics:-

mp3 : Franz Ferdinand - Shopping For Blood

Next up is one of the best b-sides ever written. It dates from 1995 and at the time Oasis seemingly could do no wrong. Every single that they released on CD had 4 tracks, and at least one, if not more, was always as strong as the track that was getting played to death on the radio. The first time I actually heard this particular song was when they played it live on The White Room, a music programme on Channel 4 that was hosted by Mark Radcliffe, and recorded in the boys' home city of Manchester. I'm sure I wasn't the only one who believed I was listening to a future #1 single and was later stunned to learn that it had been tucked away as track#3 on the next single. What a waste, as the late, great Ian Dury might have said:-

mp3 : Oasis - Acquiesce

OK, casual visitors, here's the bit you've scrolled down for ignoring all the rest. I'm staying in Manchester but going back to 1987 to what was a sad point in time. By now The Smiths had broken up, and the final few singles were released to little fanfare. What once had been something every fan looked forward to with the chance to hear new Morrissey/Marr compositions on the b-sides had turned into a bit of a chore, with Rough Trade having to depends on live tracks, or in this case, versions of old songs recorded in session for John Peel. But to be fair, these tracks, found on the reverse of Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me, ain't bad at all:-

mp3 : The Smiths - Rusholme Ruffians (Peel Session)
mp3 : The Smiths - Nowhere Fast (Peel Session)

And finally, its a short hop from down the M62 from Manchester to Liverpool for the final offering. All the way back to 1983 to when Echo & The Bunnymen where at the height of their powers for a different version of a song that was originally on the LP Porcupine, this turned up on the b-side of the 12" of Never Stop, and is, in my humble opinion, a superior version than the original, and it's about a minute longer to boot:-

mp3 : Echo & The Bunnymen - Heads Will Roll (Summer Version)

Oh and dont worry if you think that last mp3 isnt working.....there's a long fade-in before the song starts.

And that's yer lot for today. Tune in tomorrow for the latest instalment in the 45 45s at 45 series with the song (and its b-sides) that I've selected at #15. Oh and there might also be a gig review as I'm off with the missus to see Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tonight.

Ciao for now.

Friday, May 02, 2008

45 45s AT 45 : NUMBER 16

This is a record that has been cited by so many as an influence that it’s hard to imagine it was a flop here in the UK.

Monkey Gone To Heaven by The Pixies only reached #60 in the UK charts in March 1989, so it was very much an acquired taste. It was my ownership of the 12” single which helped cement my friendship with new work colleague Jacques the Kipper – I happened to mention in the pub one evening not long after he started in the office that it was one of my favourite bits of vinyl, and that’s when we started talking about bands and music. And we haven’t stopped 19 years later...

The late 80s weren’t great for me in terms of keeping up with music. No. let me rephrase that – the late 80s weren’t great for me in terms of keeping up with anything.

The student years from 81-85 and the first few years of paid employment were a period of hedonism and a slightly unorthodox lifestyle. Particularly the first two years of employment where I had some money in my pocket. To coin a phrase from Paul Weller, I found myself in a strange town. It was called Edinburgh.

For three years I lived in a series of rented flats (one of which involved a moonlit flit and the loss of some 500 7” singles as recounted elsewhere in this rundown), with a great crowd of friends centred around unemployed actors and performers. Oh a psycho air-stewardess from Canada as a flatmate who once threatened to cut the throat of my wee brother – but that’s another story.

But I got bored with all of this – especially as I seemed to be the only one in the crowd with any money, and the late nights and long drinking sessions were taking a toll on me. That and the boss beginning to run out of patience. So I settled myself down with a steady girlfriend who I married in the Summer of 1988 after a whirlwind romance. Someone whose interest in music was virtually non-existent…..but I felt the change was what I wanted. It was time to put the toys of my youth away forever.

Within a matter of weeks, I was bored rigid. I missed my old mates and my old lifestyle. I missed going to gigs and listening to Radio 1 after 8pm of an evening. It was all soap operas and detective shows in my household. I was in danger of growing old before my time.

I wasn’t reading music papers, and I wasn’t buying anything. I put the turntable and amp under the stairs.

One day, instead of waiting at the stop for 20 minutes for the next bus home, I popped into a well known city centre record shop. Within minutes, a sound was blaring from the speakers which was unlike anything I had ever heard before. A great guitar riff, big powerful drumming and a whiny vocal that was part-spoken, part-sung and part-screamed. And was that some cellos there at the end? Surely not...

The song needed to be bought. So, it was up to the counter to ask the bloke behind the counter who and what was that? The answer, of course, was Monkey Gone To Heaven by The Pixies.

I had no idea who he was talking about. But I bought the single. The first bit of vinyl in at least 9 months since my wedding day. And then went home and pulled out the turntable and amp from under the stairs…

Within a year, I had moved out of the marital home. A few months later I was living with a woman called Rachel, who became my second wife - you may have seen her referred to here and there as Mrs Villain. Crucially, Rachel liked a lot of the music that I loved and was all for going out to gigs rather than get hooked on Eastenders and Taggart. She’s still like that all these years later.

This record is astonishing in its ambition. A long long time before it became fashionable to do so, it was giving warnings about global warming and the destruction of the environment. It had an orchestral part at a time when most bands were beginning again to strip things back to basics. It was a song that sounded indie, but was as far away from the fey and whimsy sound normally associated with the genre as you could imagine. It was a song that could even find favour with the rock fans who got hooked entirely on the solos and performances. It had a vocal that so screamed at you from the speakers, that you feared for the damage being done to the throat of the lead singer.

In short, The Pixies had more or less invented grunge...

mp3 : The Pixies – Monkey Gone To Heaven
mp3 : The Pixies – Manta Ray
mp3 : The Pixies – Weird At My School
mp3 : The Pixies – Dancing The Manta Ray

As I mentioned at the outset, it was a flop, reaching only #60 in the singles chart. But it was #1 single of 1989 in Melody Maker, #5 in Rolling Stone, #22 in NME and #24 in Village Voice.

The video, as well as live BBC TV appearance from 1989, are over here.

Thursday, May 01, 2008

45 45s AT 45 : NUMBER 17

I’ve been lucky enough to live almost all of my life in a reasonable sized city – 40 years in Glasgow and 5 years in Edinburgh. Both are well-renowned in the visual and performing arts, with proud-roll calls of musicians, painters, novelists, entertainers and raconteurs. You wouldn’t expect anything different given both have more than 500,000 residents.

There is a town called Falkirk that is situated almost exactly halfway between Scotland’s two main cities. It is home to around 33,000 people which makes it the 20th largest settlement in Scotland (you would be surprised to find just how small in global terms our towns and cities are).

It is fairly typical Central Scotland town in that it was formerly heavily dependant on heavy industry and engineering, much of which has disappeared in the last three or four decades. Nowadays, many of the local population take the commuter train west to Glasgow or east to Edinburgh for employment.

I think it’s not unfair to say that Falkirk is the sort of town where folk grow up and usually look to move elsewhere when they can.

And yet it is a town that has produced some incredibly talented folk over the past two decades in particular. A couple of my favourite authors Gordon Legge and Alan Bissett hail from the town – both fill their books with ordinary and recognisable characters who are often besotted with music, football, cars, drugs and alcohol. (Sadly, Gordon Legge last wrote a book in 1998, but Alan Bissett is still going strong and his website is here)

One of my favourite bands (now sadle no more), consisting of Aidan Moffat and Malcolm Middleton, hail from Falkirk. They were of course Arab Strap, a pair who filled their songs with recognisable characters who are often besotted with….well if the truth be told, sex and drugs.

The odds of a town such as Falkirk producing so many great artists in such a short timescale must be pretty high. There’s nothing in the town that immediately grabs you as being inspirational – it’s a very ordinary, almost dull place. And yet each of these writers and musicians have taken their surroundings and produced narratives that grab your attention from the outset and keep hold of it until the last sentence on the last page or last note is struck on the single or album.

Arab Strap have often been accused of having been latent miserablists. Aidan Moffat as the principal songwriter has, by some folk, been labelled as misogynist. The evidence seems to be a lot of the songs are about failed relationships and that the protagonist often blames his other half for what happens rather than look at his own faults. He's no misogynist, just a hopeless sad romantic....there's no other explanation for song titles like The Girl I Loved Before I Fucked and Meanwhile, At The Bar, A Drunkard Muses. And have a listen to Where We Left Our Love if you still have doubts.

Aidan Moffat is probably the most unique songwriter to come out of Scotland in my lifetime. The characters in his songs are more often than not angst-ridden, lacking in self-belief, riddled with doubts and always in fear of failure. Almost all of his songs could be filmed as a short story. And when you dig a little bit below the surface, you will often find some fantastic examples of humour in his writing.

What makes the band so special however is that Malcolm Middleton was able to take these brilliant bits of narrative and set them to music that was equally as ground-breaking and imaginative.

(And before anyone pulls me up about how I’ve suggested the labour in the band was divided, I’m well aware that sometimes Aidan wrote music as well, and that Malcolm did contribute some lyrics.)

It's true that Arab Strap are a bit of an acquired taste. But I think they were fantastic over the ten years they were together, and their break-up was a sad day for Scottish music. But at least we have the consolation of them both performing as solo artists now.

This single was released on the Glasgow-based label Chemikal Underground in 1998. It can also be found on the truly astonishing and jaw-dropping LP Philophobia, whose cover features drawings of a nude Aidan Moffat and his then girlfriend.

mp3 : Arab Strap - Here We Go
mp3 : Arab Strap - Trippy

As Trippy is more than 12 minutes in length, complete with its big acid-house style dance track middle section, I've put it on sharebee to save bandwith.

The great video for Here We Go can be viewed over here.

PS : A big thank you to everyone who dropped by over the past month. A combination of regular posts plus the Edwyn & Billy video clips saw TVV register in excess of 15,000 hits which is by far the biggest in any month since I started this thing off.

Now the purpose of mentioning this is not to boast about numbers (a lesson taught to me by the wonderful Liz), but simply to mention that I have a concern that such numbers might put some pressure on the paid-for and easy-to-access bandwith now and again, and if that ever happens, please let me know so that I can switch hosts as and when required.

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

45 45s AT 45 : NUMBER 18

Like many others of my age in 1980, I bought a whole bundle of singles by new emerging bands such as The Beat, Madness and The Specials. I didn’t go the whole hog and buy the natty suits and pork-pie hat, but I loved my ska bands.

In 1981, The Specials released Ghost Town, a song that was completely unlike any other that had ever emerged from the ska movement. It bulleted up the charts and spent a number of weeks at #1. In retrospect, it has been called the most prophetic of songs ever to be a chart-topper, and there’s all sorts of great pieces of writing all over the internet about how politically significant it all was.

But…….I’m sorry to say, and this may be seen as a piece of heresy, but my love for the song is solely related to the tune and the great vocal performances...

However, that shouldn't be taken as meaning that I wasn’t aware of the political stooshie that Ghost Town was causing. I was growing up fast in 1981, just about to leave school and go off to University. I had a comfortable and very pleasant upbringing, but I was from an area where I had friends who should have come with me to university, but were in circumstances where they had instead to take on a job to in banking or with the civil service to help support their parents, one or both of whom were out-of-work. Poverty and deprivation weren’t alien concepts to me.

There is no other way to put it - Ghost Town is a savage attack on the state of British society at the outset of the 80s. The Tories under Margaret Thatcher had come to power in 1979 thanks in part to a famous main campaigning slogan of ‘Labour Isn’t Working’ with a poster that showed a huge crowd of people waiting to get into the unemployment office and sign-on.

Two years on, the situation was even worse – unemployment rates had almost doubled across the country. In some areas, particularly where there was a high concentration of young ethnic minorities, as many as 8 out of 10 folk weren’t in employment.

Throw in the rise of the fascist far-right in the shape of the National Front who were blaming non-whites for the state of the nation and a police force that was being given more and more stop-and-search powers by a government determined to appear as the party of law-and-order, then the ingredients were there for something to kick-off.

The people were getting angry.

So angry in fact that in April 1981, something happened that was totally alien in the UK. There was a riot in the streets.

It happened in Brixton in London, and it began as the reaction of a crowd to what they saw was the racial arrest of a local youth(something that was subsequently proven to be true).

The trouble escalated over a 48-hour period before being brought under control. For the first time that I could recall, pictures of police and civilains fighting toe-to-toe in the streets were shown on television, along with images of what seemed to be a whole neighbourhood on fire. And it really did look as if there was going to be some sort of major uprising, but within two or three days, the police had regained order.

Two months later, Ghost Town was released as a single.

But the song wasn't just a reaction to what had happened in Brixton - in fact it had been written and recorded before the April riot. But to some it seemed to act as a rallying call, for within weeks of its release, as it climbed its way up the charts, there were more riots on the streets.

This time it was Toxteth in Liverpool that was initially in the spotlight. Again, it was initially a reaction to tensions between the police and disaffected black youths, and similar scenes of carnage were beamed live into our homes courtesy of the TV (and all this in the days before we had 24-hour news channels). Toxteth was on a larger scale than Brixton and before long, other riots broke out, the largest being in Handsworth in Birmingham, as well as in many other towns and cities across England.

My recollection is that it took about a week to get things back to normal.

Living in Scotland, I had a feeling of being sheltered from all of this trouble. It may have been Liverpool, Birmingham, London and so on, but it felt as if it was as far away as Detroit, Chicago or Los Angeles.

There was no rioting in Glasgow. Nor was there ever any threat of rioting in Glasgow, despite the unemployment problems being every bit as bad here as anywhere else. What I believe was crucially absent at the time, was a disaffected ethnic minority in my home city that was prepared to take to the streets in protest. I'm not going to make any absurd claim about racism not being an issue in Glasgow in 1981, but it certainly was nowhere near as big a problem as it was in the inner-cities south of the border. Oh and its fair to say, that policing methods were slightly different as well...

The fact I was physically separated from the trouble and violence is why I never, at the time, made the connection between Ghost Town and what was happening in many parts of the country. It was only in the cold light of day a short while later, when the music papers in particular made the connection that the little light bulb went on above my head.

To lots of people, this song will always be associated with events that briefly threatened the very fabric of British society. To this humble scribe, its just a great song.

Yet another 7” that bit the dust twenty-odd years ago, so you’ll have to make do with a CD copy (mind you, it is the 12” extended version) and one of the two b-sides which features probably my favourite ever Terry Hall vocal.

mp3 : The Specials - Ghost Town
mp3 : The Specials - Friday Night, Saturday Morning

And you should know by now where to go to view the video.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

45 45s AT 45 : NUMBER 19

I could re-write history and say that Sex Pistols were the band that opened up my eyes and ears and changed me forever.

But in all honesty, I was really too young at 13 to get a grip on what was happening in 1976 and 1977. And besides, I was still more interested in playing football in those years than I was in listening to music. You can also factor in that it wasn’t until 1978 when I got a paper-round that I was able to have enough money to properly indulge in buying records rather them home-taping them straight from the radio onto my portable cassette player. And I had no guilt that all the inner-sleeves of LPs at that time came with the warning Home Taping Is Killing Music’, complete with its logo of a skull and crossbones superimposed over a cassette tape.

So, although I soon grew to love the Pistols, I wasn’t in the vanguard of punk, and I can’t legitimately put any of their singles into this chart on the rules I set out for myself in terms of buying the song as and when it first came out.

And PiL were an act that were close to being included but in the end could only come in somewhere in the 50s. (and that's a revelation that I know will be a blow to a friend in Vancouver, Canada).

But you can’t keep a good man down for too long, and so John Lydon makes his appearance at #19 with what I think is the greatest dance record ever made.

You will have gathered by now that I’m no expert on dance music – I leave that to friends like ctelblog who has the most incredible blog over at Acid Ted which is quickly becoming the ultimate Encyclopaedia of Dance/House/Rave from the late 80s and early 90s.

And I’m not going to kid on that the song made me go out and buy all sorts of similar stuff – dance music remains something that I will dip in and out of rather than spend lots of time on.

I didn’t know too much about Leftfield until this 1993 collaboration with John Lydon, but my love for this single led me to buying their CD of the time and discovering to my great delight that it also contained a collaboration with the great and hugely-underrated Toni Halliday of Curve.

The CD confirmed a number of my prejudices about the dance genre – while some of the stuff was among the personal highlights of 1993, there was just too much that I failed to get, and so it became a CD that was ideal for the skip function.

I don’t think John Lydon has ever delivered a better vocal in his life. I know that when he was a young punk 17 years earlier he did insist his musical influences were hugely varied from prog-rock to reggae and all parts in-between, but I don’t think any of us could ever have imagined him doing something quite like this:-

mp3 : Leftfield/Lydon - Open Up (vocal edit)

Can anyone really listen to this and resist the urge to jump around like a mentalist?

Now this is the one time on the chart that I’m going to cheat a little. Instead of offering up the other tracks from the single (which are basically just remixes), I’m posting the track with Toni Halliday that I mentioned a few paras back. It’s a song that if it hadn’t been for Lydon would have been a contender for my chart:-

mp3 : Leftfield (featuring Toni Halliday) – Original

Both videos are over here.

Oh well, back to the more predictable stuff for the remainder of the rundown.

Monday, April 28, 2008

45 45s AT 45 : NUMBER 20

The Police were the first band I ever saw play live, back at the Glasgow Apollo in May 1979. £2 a ticket, and they were supported by two other acts – Bobby Henry and The Cramps. Yup, the psychobilly nutters led by Lux Interior who did get his knob out on stage that evening. It certainly made Andy Summers' act of bringing on a blow-up doll to serenade during a rendition of Be My Girl/Sally look rather tame.

The fact that the band became the biggest act on the planet for a brief time in the early 80s, as well as Sting becoming the most self-righteous and pompous prick imaginable makes it all too easy to mock The Police. But as a 15 year-old lad, I thought they were as good as anything else that was emerging from the post-punk era that had been christened New Wave.

Not too many other bands were singing about prostitutes in 1979. These were the days when even the use of the word ‘damn’ was liable to get your song banned from the airwaves. The Police were actually regarded as a group that was a bit daring, cutting edge and subversive. You’ll have to trust me on that for I know its almost impossible to imagine.

But Roxanne wasn’t the first song that I ever heard by The Police. My first sighting of the band was in fact on The Old Grey Whistle Test in late 1978. They played two tracks that night, including what was their current single. A couple of days later I picked it up in the local record shop. The thing that I most remember was the sleeve - a picture of someone (turns out it was drummer Stewart Copeland) slowly hanging themselves by putting the noose around their neck and standing on a block of ice that was melted away by a three-bar electric fire. The back of the sleeve was a close-up photo of the ice block having melted.....and beside it was the photo that had been held by the hanging man.

I honestly had some nightmares about that sleeve. Is this what you were driven to when someone chucked you and broke your heart?? Surely not...(and it's just occurred to me that perhaps a certain Ian Curtis might have glimpsed this sleeve at some point or other....)

But aside from the sleeve, it was a record that I played constantly hour-after-hour and day-after-day. I hadn’t been exposed to all the much reggae, so the song had a beat and rhythm that I thought was really unusual. I also loved the sound of Sting’s voice – it was so much sharper, clearer and tuneful than most other singers fronting new-wave bands. I was gutted when I realised the single wasn’t going to chart (it only made #42 on its first release):-

mp3 : The Police - Can’t Stand Losing You
mp3 : The Police - Dead End Job

The Police were one of a handful of bands that I was championing at school, but it was initially very difficult to get too many people interested. Then, all of a sudden, Sting began to get a lot of attention thanks to him having a main part in the movie Quadrophenia, and interest in his band exploded. Including from lots of folk in school. I think about 7 or 8 of us ended up going along to the Apollo gig – the tickets were unreserved seating so it didn’t matter when you bought them.

They say you never forget your first time, and that a small part of it lives with you forever. I’m no different…..and although I’ve been left embarrassed by an awful lot of the stuff that came out after the initial singles, I’ll never forget the part The Police played in developing my life-long love and affection for music and live gigs.

Sneer all you like. But this record deserves its place in the Top 20.

The re-released single made #2 in the singles charts in the summer of 1979. See how the band looked in those days by visiting The Video Villain.

GIG REVIEW : BILLY BRAGG : GLASGOW ABC : SUNDAY 27th APRIL 2008

More dodgy camerawork alert........we (myself and Mrs Villain) arrived about 10 secs before he came on stage, and were thus further back than was ideal for capturing any of it on film.

You can never go wrong with a gig by the Bard of Barking. Especially one that is solo in front of a packed and hugely appreciative Glasgow audience. Just Billy and various guitars, along with his songs and chat:-

The World Turned Upside Down/Jeane/Pict Song/Greetings To The New Brunette/Farm Boy/Carpenters v Bob Dylan Busking Contest/ Sexuality/O Freedom/The Saturday Boy/Both Sides Of The Tweed/Take Down The Union Jack/Levi Stubbs' Tears/ Old Clash Fan Fight Song/I Keep Faith/There Is Power