Discussion in 'music, bands, clubs & festies' started by editor, Jul 11, 2002.
This is my favorite. It means nothing... or does it...
Green Onions - Booker T & The MG's
50 years, where did it all go? Green Onions/Booker T & The MG's..Those opening keys on the B3/B8 Hammond, send the same euphoric rush on my senses today as they did a half a century ago. A sense of urgency and nervousness filled with anticipation, as we headed for the sweaty Soho basements crammed wall to wall alcove to alcove with tonik mohair mods shaking large screwtop tins of drynamil. At The Flamingo (Mingo)Georgie Fame always gave the original Bluenote and Stax recordings a good run on the hammond, a mix of Mose Allison, Big John Patton and Jiimmy MaGriff. But nothing quite matched the amphetamine rush that the Booker T sounds brought on as you braved the perilllous acute steps that led you down into Mod Central. The tiny courtyard, extractor fans blowing from the building next door in Ham Yard, small anonymous black door and the simple cold neon light above belied the tight frenzied speed rush about to happen below. Black painted walls and a busy assortment of vinyl to get through as night passed into the early dawn. A mood swing of uppers through the late night hours, Booker T, The Markeys, Phil Upchurch and crammed up close to the tiny stage, maybe The Animals or The High Numbers, playing live. Need to pinch myself. Did Jimmy Reed and Sony Boy Williamson really play there? As the rush becames comedown, the sounds switch to moody Mary Wells or Doris troy. Its 6am and now a long walk to Micks Cafe in Fleet Street. Awash with jabbering taxi drivers sounding like they were on speed, time for mellow,time to head out to The Blue Rooms in search of some more sounds.
Yes. So incredibly poignant, recorded in that last desperate haste, in his twilight days. Recorded in the period between June's death and his own.
The American Recording series of albums is probably his best work.
I fully understand his death being so soon after June's, when you lose someone that has been your love and companion for so many years, what is left?
I'm after a track ID of a house tune early to late 90's maybe early 00's that has a man saying rise rise rise then just before the drop he says Checkmate
East of the River Nile - Augustus Pablo
I bought my first copy in the late 70s when it came out
it, along with Joni Mitchell's Blue and John Martin's Solid Air have been constant companions ever since
But its Pablo I could never do without
it was recorded in multiple studios, remixed and finished at Tubbies probably, but I love the way you can hear some stylist twist and guess at the producer - tbf the Blackark stuff is well obvious ...
it is a thoughtful, fully realised run through all the emotions
I love it
I defy anyone to dislike it
From track one, Chant to King Selassie I ,it is perfect
Not my very favourite but am currently listening to 'Islands' by the Band...bloody hell its good...
Wrong time of year I know but unrecognised Xmas classic n aw:
Probably Crystal Castle II. Just an amazing follow-up to their debut album and has a lot of variety, from chillstep sounding to techno-ish, house-ish, and scream-electro.
Without question the Stone Roses debut album. Just hits that spot and never gets old.
this will obviously change a lot (my tastes in music seem to be seasonally influenced - in spring/summer i tend to like more folky stuff and in autumn/winter more heavy stuff)
the song i am currently playing over and over though is Reich mir die Hand by a german group called Blutengel. Its hard to describe their sound. thing techno mixed with a bit of 80s and a dollop of goth and a smidgeon of german industrial metal.
The song takes me back many years to a far less stressful part of my life. its very much rose tinted glasses as some really fucked up stuff happened to me at the same time as well but there were some seriously happy times. although the track itself i fairly modern it transports me back and if i close my eyes i can see friends faces that are now gone. silly eh?
Last of the Independents - Pretenders. I remember her breath on my face, the softness of her touch...alas...The album was the soundtrack to love.
the sun went down, the sky turned black.
I used ti love early Shamen, even the first album when they were a 4 piece indie band. I had In Gorbachev We Trust on tape...lost it years ago. great album, I'll have to find another copy. Never saw them live though alas. Thanks for posting the video - that's a great find. Watching it back now it's hard to imagine just how different and new what they were doing sounded in 1989!
Works when I run in Brockwell Park.
The Verve - Urban Hymens - For some reason I like all the songs on this
What kind of songs do they sing?
Bunch of fannies.
Guy J - Dizzy moments , music is more real language of communication and expression of human emotions than just heartless words
Back in the day (that's like half a century ago...) I must have played this tune a hundred, maybe two hundred times.
I thought it was so perfect. Loose psychedelic blues rock extravaganza, all with a sitar influence....
Great tunes, hilarious lyrics, and all done DIY on an 8 track yet great production . BUZZCOCKS meets COCK SPARRER meets KILLJOYS meets OI! but with depraved lyrics and great cover showing a royal portrait with Barse's heads on.
Gash the singer/mainman topped himself a month after it was recorded, thankfully he'd sent the tapes to Hells Tone (Finland) beforehand and it emerged the year after.
I love this so much the ache may kill me given enough time
Heading up to Lake Vyrmy, we stopped off with some mad bugger in the woods....
soundtrack of weed and speed
Did you write it?
Chris de burgh lady in red
crAss - Stations of the Crass
Used to get this out at the raves in the morning. Basically nobody has come anywhere fucking near the level at which they dissect the system and the way PR has fucked us all. It is absolutely timeless:
I remember as they where commercialising our last culture (rave) and the protest movement , listening to System and Banned from the Roxy and being knocked over by the similarities in the way they crushed us.
just look at these lyrics
I just don't understand why anarco punk has never returned to these levels of introspective analysis.
Because there'd been enough crass navel gazing
The lyrics would perhaps have been better written by someone with an understanding of English. 'Tow' to pull along. 'Toe' digit attached to the foot.
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