In anticipation of my forthcoming house move, I bought an armchair today, which was going for a song on FB marketplace. I arranged to pick it from the seller’s place of work at the auction mart in Hexham. This is the local livestock market but I know they do other stuff on the site too so I assumed I’d be picking it up from an office or a warehouse or some such. Imagine my surprise when I turned up and he open up a gate and ushered me into the cattle pens and in front of an audience of curious cows, I exchanged a handful of fivers for a lightly used Parker Knoll wingback chair.
Psychedelic Brass Bands and Missing Links
I’ve never got on well with Pink Floyd’s song Atom Heart Mother. Brass bands and psychedelic rock are distantly related musical cousins. Brass tends to present a hard, angular, pragmatic sound, completely at odds with the soft edges favoured by space cadets. And on the evidence of Atom Heart Mother, they mix about as well as oil and water. The brass arrives like an uninvited party guest, and parps and farts to no discernible purpose. To these ears, it sounds like it doesn’t belong there. Still, they tried, so full marks for effort.
Recognising their wrong turn, the band wisely banished the brass, and began to refine what would become their signature sound, a languid music of refined, understated power. Take a trip to Cambridge and follow the River Cam, as it meanders through the gentle furrows of Grantchester Meadows. There are echoes of natural themes throughout their work, and it’s no coincidence that their best music has always worked well outdoors.
But hang on a minute. Fast forward four decades and we stumble across a song called Heavenly Waters by British Sea Power. It’s got a brass band all over it, but seems to be trading on the » Continue Reading.
