Bang, bang, bang, bang, squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch, bang, bang, bang, bang…. OM!
Right – that really is it for the 30(+7) days of music. I’ve enjoyed the company, comments, abuse and opportunity to air my musical laundry. I hope you’ve heard some things you hadn’t before.
Apologies to anyone who has stumbled across these on my new blog. I thought I’d collect my previous ramblings before I go on and ramble any further. I will be posting some longer stuff which I previously put up on Facebook and then will be doing some new bits and bobs as well. Bear with me!
I usually get at least one song stuck in my head every week and was going to give you whatever it was this week. Typically, and probably because I’m thinking about it, I’ve had no earworm this week. So instead I give you the song I’ve probably had stuck in my head most over the years, and a corker to boot.
The lovely Janine has been a wonderful influence on my music taste, tempering my electronic excesses with beautiful real music and balls out rock & roll. I am most grateful to her for Grinderman and PJ Harvey. I missed PJ the first time round, assuming that she was just shouty and awful. This incredible reflection on her relationship with Nick Cave spine-tinglingly proves me oh so wrong.
Time to flex the record collection! I heard this on Stuart Maconie’s Freak Zone, so it’s obscure but not THAT obscure. However, it’s a fantastic little oddity from the dawn of dub in the early 70s. It’s by Lee “Scratch” Perry and the Upsetters and sounds so otherworldly – like a ska-ified fairground ride. I defy you not to love it.
There are many contenders for this one (see the Light My Fire/Massive Attack travesty). But, just because it’s consistently been my favourite LP for so many years, I’m going to have to go with M.E. off the end of Dubnobasswithmyheadman by Underworld. Why is it there? Why? River of Bass ends the LP so nicely. No need.
Fleetwood Mac are a great band, and in 1977 released the absolute, stone-cold classic Rumours LP. They were flying high (both in terms of popularity and their legndary booze and drug consumption). Their follow up Tusk, was predictably self-indulgent and awful in almost every way, aside from the title track, which is great, was partly recorded in a baseball stadium and features the entire USC Trojan Marching Band as backing.