The end of the road with one last show
What does it sound like?:
All the Hawkwind you could ever need covering the years 1970-74. An 11 cd box comprising the studio albums Hawkwind, In Search of Space, Do Re Mi, and Hall of the Mountain Grill plus double live sets of Space Ritual, the band’s set from 72’s Greasy Truckers Party and 1999 Party recorded on the US tour of 74 but not released until 1997. The final cd, Of Time and Stars, is new for this collection and comprises numerous singles, edits, rarities, etc.
What does it all *mean*?
If you like what we can loosely define as ‘space rock’ then you will be in your element with this set, which is nicely presented in a clam shell box. Sometimes the live material can drag and be a bit much of a muchness, but all the classic material from that period is present and correct here.
Goes well with…
Meant for dipping into rather than hearing in one sitting! The best of the material, eg on Space Ritual, has stood the test of time well, bearing in mind it was recorded over forty years ago. Other pieces have not aged so well however, and some judicious » Continue Reading.
I have just got a new Revival Istream Roberts Internet Radio with my birthday money. And it has DAB so I can listen to 6Music for the first time. So where to start with this world of radio at my fingertips? I would be grateful for any recommendations of interesting stations. They could be either music or speech – just a few provisos, nothing too noisy/fast tempo/dance/hip-hop and no free-form jazz. Other than that I am up for anything.
Not sure this has been posted here. No doubt Colin has it. More an historical artefact than musical triumph IMO.
Six off the second last ball. So tat least the Saffers are out and you Poms can start praying we Aussies lose. The English are good at self deprecating humour so this might amuse. http://www.abc.net.au/pm/content/2015/s4203955.htm
I’ve read a few interesting reviews/articles re. his music, but I’m completely unfamiliar with it. Any good ? Recommendations etc ?
I often bemoan the somwhat predicatable line-up of “Later…” and lack of a decent, dedicated new music TV show (Festival footage doesn’t count). I was interested to see a pilot broadcast of a proposed new pop TV show appear on iPlayer. It has the somewhat unpromising title ‘All Shook Up’ but apart from that I thought it was alright actually. It’s as no-frills as you can get, with an obvious huge nod to Whistle Test..no set dressing, wires trailing everywhere, no fancy lighting or video effects and a suitably deadpan Marc Riley in the ‘Whispering’ role.
It’s nice actually just to watch some bands play in the Whistle Test style. Just 30 minutes with three pasty-faced new(ish) bands all of whom look somewhat undernourished under the cold studio glare. They all play a couple of songs each. No festival flag waving gurning tossers getting in the way, no over-excited presenters saying the word ‘amazing’ every 3 seconds, no unnecessary boogie-woogie vamping from Jools. I can’t believe a show like this would cost much to make, and I’d be quite happy with this – 3 new bands each week, point a camera at them, introduce the bands, roll credits. Job » Continue Reading.
“Treasure! That is what you are! You’re my golden star!”
To my great surprise, my son came home from school and launched into Bruno Mars’s mega-hit, He then started rabbiting on about pop music. Well it made a very pleasant change from World of Warcraft and League of Legends.
He then sang the song again. And again. And again. So much treasure in fact, that even Long John Silver would have probably lost interest. For a little variety I suggested that we listened to another song by the diminutive hit machine. Mistake! He chose a very syrupy ballad that made me a tad nauseous.
The lyrics were about how hot she was with her wavy, blonde hair, her pouting lips and her silky skin. Bruno was a puppy whose mouth was watering for a large bone.
Lady in Red, The way you look tonight : there are certain romantic ballads that make me cringe so much that I have an almost allergic reaction.
Ladies and gentleman, your favourite cringe-inducing and inappropriate examples from the world of the love song, please. They needn’t necessarily be full of cuddly bunnies and cuddly kittens.
Anything that makes you think: no, no, no!
Wacky » Continue Reading.
Just wondering. Ron Sexsmith popped up on my Facebook today – his new album is now streaming on The Guardian. Now Ron is one artist whose every new album I would once have bought unheard. For me record buying always had a big element of instant gratification about it – pop into a record shop and for not too much money walk away with something which gave great pleasure. The streaming thing kinda takes that element away and I find I don’t buy new stuff nearly so much. Once you’ve handled the goods they don’t seem worth so much somehow.
My pal Trevor ‘Legsyboy’ Leeden, one of the legendary taste-makers of the Antipodes, forwarded me this video. I thought the AW might enjoy it. (And stick around till the end.)
New Afterword site, new opportunity for me to write a paean to a record virtually nobody else actually likes.
Andrew W.K. I Get Wet. Officially my 6th favourite album of all time. Officially the soundtrack to the single best gig I’ve ever attended in my entire life.
But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Let me take you back… back…. back….. back….
It is the year of our lord, 2001. The inkies are relentlessly hyping a new act named Andrew W.K. Very few people have heard a note of his music – it’s not on Napster yet – and all most of us know of him is a single image, the image which will eventually grace the front cover of his debut album, and which Dave Grohl will later describe as “the most beautiful photo of a man I’ve ever seen”. It promises so much: the bloody nose, the sweaty hair, the defiant look.
My first encounter with the music itself was… underwhelming. Saturday morning television. Ant & Dec, I believe. Some genius at the record company had decided that “Party Hard”, the lead single, had potential mainstream appeal and would probably benefit from being played to an » Continue Reading.
Often we see posts about bands coming from certain Cities/places in the UK and putting that place on the map for all the right reasons. Obviously the Beatles from Liverpool then all the Madchester bands etc. From my home city Black Sabbath, Moody Blues etc. But what about the bands/artists that we wouldn’t want to own up to. This was inspired by a comment Stuart Maconie made on 6 music this afternoon when he mentioned about Sade Cafe being from Manchester. Hardly a claim to fame for Manchester I would say. So which bands would we prefer not to be associated with our home towns?
Love it, not one duff ep.
Election on the way so Bargepole asks what songs remind you of our politicians ?
A friend sent me this. Like a cross between the Killers, Manics and The Clash. Angry young people. It’s not half bad.
We were discussing the Hitler Hears videos at the Mingle on Friday. For those unaware, there’s a clip from “Downfall” in circulation, and people replace the subtitles with hilarious alternatives on the most bizarre or mundane subjects. They get funnier as you watch then as you start to know which character appears next and how they’ve been used. Here, Hitler hears Yes intend to tour with Benoit David replacing Jon Anderson.
Shamelessly piggy-backing off Tigger’s movie thread, name the five people (be they actors, writers, musicians, or otherwise) who make you laugh the most.
If you’re so inclined, post a taster that suggests why you find each of them so amusing.
1. Groucho Marx
The little dance at 1.55 alone is comedy genius. He could do absolutely everything.
2. Julia-Louis Dreyfus
A genius of physical comedy. Here she is realising that her unwanted weekend guest has overslept and missed his flight home. 90 seconds of absolute gold.
3. Eddie Murphy
Karate man bleed on the inside.
4. P.G Wodehouse
“Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove”.
5. Steve Martin
As mentioned previously, there was a two day film festival at Björkhagens School last week and my son and all his schoolmates dressed us characters from the movies.
He chose to go as Heath Ledger’s version of The Joker from a film which he is not allowed to see but which he seems to know far too much about.
It could have been worse. He could have done like this Manchester schoolboy and gone as Christian Grey!
His teachers do sound like a dreadful bunch of humourless fuddy duddies!
Any other characters from books or films which are really not such a great idea for school fancy dress?
What does it sound like?:
Melancholy. There’s no way around it. That the cheeriest song on the album is called ‘Until You Were Gone’ gives you some measure of how chirpy the whole thing gets, nevertheless you never feel depressed by it. There’s a sort of mournful nobility about the record that prompts people to mutter things like ‘well crafted’ and ‘organic’.
What does it all *mean*?
You still can’t beat a man with an acoustic guitar telling stories.
Goes well with…
Dim lights and thick smoke.
Might suit people who like…
Townes van Zandt, John Prine, Slaid Cleaves.
Apparently my lovely photos of The Beatles with Cats page doesn’t exist. Yes it does. I can see it. THERE. Right in front of me. I put such effort and love into it as well!
All the business about Richard III’s funeral leads me to ATM – guilty or not guilty? I’m voting guilty. He had opportunity – the princes were clearly in his power. He had motive – he’d just been through years of fighting over rival kings ascending to the thrown and getting bumped off again. Alive rival kings are always a threat. Dead ones are much more manageable. And he had the means – he’d bumped off or would bump off numerous other rivals and had a hardy band of blood soaked mates around to do the do – I doubt he did it himself whatever Shakespeare says. I also think it’s wrong burying him in Leicester – he was far more associated with York as a base, but when his wife died he specifically had her buried in Windsor – surely he’d have wanted to be buried with her? Leicester was just where he was dumped in a pit after losing at Bosworth. Any other history fans here?
Love & Peace 🙂