Wikipedia says this band is a glam band from the 70s, but has no info.
Evan Davies led his WFMU show off tonight with this tune, which has an opaque edition on YouTube, which you’ll see below.
But first, my comments. This is good! Not the sound quality, though it doesn’t really hurt, but the guitar, and the song itself, and the drummer is working hell hard. Plus the bass is in there churning.
Maybe Evan will see this on Facebook and fill us in with whatever details, but in the meantime, Thanks Evan!
Evan’s show is great, I don’t listen enough, but we also have to remember he gave us the fabulous Graveyard. Thanks Evan!
I hear/see this at the gym and I can live with it. Although I’m puzzled why most everything that gets mass attention these days with any kind of heavy guitar sound must be of the Black Keys imitating The White Stripes imitating whoever variety.
I shouldn’t complain. At least it’s not fucking Cake By The Ocean for the trillionth Chinese Water Torture time.
I will say that, if we’re doing this kind of stuff, I’ll take this all day. From my pick for most underrated album of all-time, Masters Of Reality’s Blue Garden.
My friend Vincent pointed out that the backup singers are perfectly synched with head flips in this Aretha Franklin cover of a Burt Bachrach/Hal David tune, which is awesome.
This is not a rock song, not really an R&B song, but Happy Birthday Aretha. Nobody else could make this song mean so much.
There was a time in the 70s, I think, when Bruce and Southside Johnny ruled. Maybe it was the early 80s. But around that time a band from Pittsburgh called the Iron City Houserockers emerged.
They were a real rock band with original songs, rock critics went crazy for them because of the blue collar origins and soul sound, but anyone who bought their albums (or singles, I guess) realized they were poor imitations.
I bought the second album, and I’m not proud, but what prompted this post was that I came upon a Sandanista! tribute album, on which the Houserockers cover Magnificent Seven. That says everything. (Not terrible, but not that useful either.)
This is a mournful little roots rocker that ends with a haunting dub section, all very dark and sad and, of course, rebellious too. But that’s not why I bring it up here. It’s from a Roots compilation that is in my iTunes library, and there is a good chance I’ve never heard it before. There’s another song on the compilation that I know, and have listened to lots. But Health and Sorrow? It doesn’t feel like it.
One of my favorite bands of the 80s and 90s was Australia’s Crowded House, the band founded in 1984 by Neil Finn. If you’ve never heard Woodface (1991) in its entirety, check it out. It is a flawless record.
So naturally, I’ve also been interested in the earlier music Finn made with his brother Tim in New Zealand’s Split Enz. That band started in the late 70s and managed to release about nine albums before calling it quits. The most successful was True Colors (1980) that contained their biggest hit – today’s SotW – “I Got You.”
Initially the band thought “Shark Attack” was the album’s most likely hit, so they made it the lead track, followed by “I Got You.” But when “I Got You” took off, they repressed the record with the order of the two songs reversed.
The production of the song is very much of its time (early 80s) but it has a memorable, singable chorus that is timeless.
I don’t know why sometimes I get frightened
You can see my eyes, you can tell that I’m not lyin’
I don’t know why sometimes I get frightened
You can see my eyes, you can tell me you’re not cryin’
They album made other breakthroughs as well. It may have been the first vinyl pressing to be laser etched. Very cool and collectible.
The cover was also released with a single graphic design but in nine different color combinations — yellow and blue, red and green, purple and yellow, blue and orange, yellow and red, lime green and pink, hot purple and burnt orange, and gold and platinum.
I’m listening to the Kinks Kronikles, a double album I bought when it came out. It was a curated sample of some hits, some b-sides, and some rarities, which John Mendelson compiled. For me it defines the ur Kinks, the Kinks I grew up with. Here’s a link to the album:
Victoria is a gorgeous pop song about the days of Queen Victoria, a paean to old values, namely colonial conquest, set in a jazzy orchestrated brilliantly complex and simple rock setting. Whew.
Village Green Preservation Society mixes satire and house frocks, with rock drums, to somehow describe a shambling beautiful world where NIMBY and progressivism meet. God Save Donald Duck and Strawberry Jam.
I’m writing about this because I’ve been listening to this album pretty repetitively the last few weeks. It’s a compilation album, a compilation by a rock writer, but like the Rolling Stones’ Between the Buttons, it captures the many facets of the band in some ways better than their regular elpees.
Berkeley Mews is a barroom stomp of classes clashing, and a favorite song of mine.
Holiday in Waikiki is an odd song, a Chuck Berry riff, about getting scammed on vacation. The vibe is surprisingly similar to the Sex Pistols’ Holiday In The Sun. In other words, catchy as hell.
Willesden Green is a country lope about going back to Willesden, a nostalgic bit of cowboy rock, apparently satirically talking about live in Willesden as a utopia of a sort. This is Zadie Smith territory. Her excellent and highly recommended books White Teeth and NW are set in Willesden.
This is Where I Belong is another rocker, a plaintive and truthful cry of the heart, which says, I have no ambitions to get out of town. Which is exactly the opposite of most every rock song. An anthem for slackers, long before there were slackers.
Waterloo Sunset is a pop song about, well, looking out the window and being totally happy because of the sunset. But the point isn’t the point of the song. This is a lovely ode, set in a rock tempo, to taking solace from the sunset. It’s really beautiful about just how freaking nice a good sunset is.
David Watts is a strict tempo song about a regular guy, who wishes he could be strong and smart like some guy named David Watts. The twist is the David Watts won’t go out with all the local girls who fancy him, but Davies ends by saying he still wishes he could be like David Watts. The Jam covered this song, a perfect match.
Dead End Street has that ballroom gait, and a tale out of La Boheme. But the way the chorus responds to the cold depravity of the narrator’s story, is rebellious and rocking. Like much of Kink Kronickles, the orchestration is complex, while the rhythms are solid (if variable). I would call this a great song, but so were almost all the songs before.
Shangri La has Ray limning the same themes of privilege versus doing your job, with a guitar and some other instruments. Plus harmonies. Simple becomes something else in a hurry, but the fact is that Ray is writing songs about stuff no one else is writing pop songs about. This is great, stomping orchestral rock by the time it is through. Well done.
There is a coda about water rates and contradictions and other stuff. Which rocks and reassures and reminds us all about the crap of classes and dreams. Plus rolling trap drums, make this all urgent and powerful and enduring.
There is a whole lot more great music from the Kinks on this album, which for some reason better describes them than any of their individual elpees. Hell, we didn’t even get to Lola. But it’s here.
I should post notes on the rest of this fantastic album soon.
There was a story in yesterday’s NY Times about Harley Flanagan, who has always been a presence in the NY rock scene. Most notably as the drummer bass player in the Cro-Mags, one of the most notable bands of the city’s hard core scene in the 80s. All age shows at CBGB in the afternoon were a fixture, and perhaps explain why I never really paid much attention. Too old! But this clip is terrific, reminds me of Penelope Spheeris’s fantastic movie, Suburbia, and it even better than that. You probably won’t want to listen to it all the time, but I hope you enjoy it first time through.
Wikipedia says this band is a glam band from the 70s, but has no info.
