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24/9/2018 9:31 am  #1476


Re: 1001 albums you must hear before you die

PatReilly wrote:

. I'd say the album to listen to first from their collection would be The Commercial Album, with forty tracks each one minute long.

Maybe once this over I'll give that one a listen, "forty tracks each one minute long." you say, that sounds right up my street.
 


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24/9/2018 11:27 am  #1477


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just spent over an hour doing a PIL post,finished it then tried to put a picture of Johnny Lydon up and the fuckin thing crashed and I lost the lot, gutted


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24/9/2018 11:41 am  #1478


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DAY 411.
Throbbing Gristle...........................................D.O.A. Third And Final Report   (1978)











D.O.A. immediately attracted controversy, as was usual with Trobbing Gristle...over it's provocative sleeve, featuring a photo Genesis P-Orridge had taken on holiday in Poland of a friends daughter exposing her underwear whilst playing.


Throughout the record the bands lack of technical ability is compensated by their inventive computers, and primitive sampling techniques, and their tremendous influence, has encompassed everyone from Depeche Mode and Nine Inch Nails to other electronic innovators such as Carl Craig and Andrew Weatherall.



Got to go out now will try and get some done later tonight.

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24/9/2018 11:06 pm  #1479


Re: 1001 albums you must hear before you die

Day 407.
Public Image Ltd................................Public Image   (1978)












Right take 2,

Having never heard this album before, but thoroughly enjoyed the singles and obviously the Pistols, to say I was fair looking forward to this would be a massive under statement................what a disappointment, I don't think I've felt so let down by an album that I was so looking forward to from this book as of yet.I tried, boy did I try, listened to it twice on Sunday, once in late afternoon when slightly inebriated, once more later when well wankered, and once more on Monday morning when stone cold sober, and unfortunately still didn't like it whatever state I was in.



I honestly don't think I've heard an opening track on an album with less appeal than "Theme," what the fuck was he thinking about, what a load of shite, this may well have had a bearing on the rest of the tracks, as I don't think I recovered fully from that monotonous diatribe. The album wasn't without some highlights, "Public Image" is a belting track, and not far behind were "Low Life" and surprisingly "Religion I" that is not my usual thing but stood out for me, the rest can be sent to room 101 for all I care, and as for that "Fodderstompf," there's nothing worse than having the piss ripped out of you, and the persons taking the piss, bamming about taking the piss out of you, if you get my drift.


Anyways, it is with great regret that I tell you, this album wont be going into my collection.



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Following the Sex Pistols' break-up in 1978, John Lydon spent three weeks in Jamaica with Virgin Records head Richard Branson, in which Lydon assisted Branson in scouting for emerging reggae musicians. Branson also flew American band Devo to Jamaica, aiming to install Lydon as lead singer in the band. Devo declined the offer.


 Upon returning to England, Lydon approached Jah Wobble (John Wardle) about forming a band together. The pair had been friends since the early 1970s when they attended the same school in Hackney (both belonged to a circle of friends Lydon informally dubbed "The Gang of Johns" – John Lydon, John Wardle, John Gray, and John Simon Ritchie, a.k.a. Sid Vicious). Lydon and Wobble had previously played some music together during the final days of the Sex Pistols. Both had similarly broad musical tastes, and were avid fans of reggae and world music. Lydon assumed, much as he had with Sid Vicious, that Wobble would learn to play bass guitar as he went. While that had proven a fatal assumption with Vicious (Lydon cites Sid's musical inability as a prime reason for the Pistols' break-up), Wobble would prove to be a natural talent. Lydon also approached guitarist Keith Levine, with whom he had toured in mid-1976, while Levene was a member of The Clash. Lydon and Levene had both considered themselves outsiders even within their own bands. Jim Walker, a Canadian student newly arrived in the UK, was recruited on drums, after answering an ad placed in Melody Maker.


 PiL began rehearsing together in May 1978, although the band was still unnamed. In July 1978, Lydon officially named the band "Public Image" (the "Ltd" was not added until several months later), after the Muriel Spark novel The Public Image.



 PiL debuted in October 1978 with "Public Image", a song written while Lydon was still a member of the Sex Pistols. The single was well received and reached number 9 on the UK charts, and it also performed well on import in the US.


 The photography for the album was shot by Dennis Morris who also created the iconic PiL logo. In preparing their debut album, "Public Image, First Issue, the band spent their recording budget well before the record was completed. As a result, the final album comprised eight tracks of varying sound quality, half of which were written and recorded in a rush after the money had run out. Wobble had also beaten up producer Bill Price's assistant engineer (Price, with John Leckie, had secured the tight sound of the "Public Image" single), inciting Price to ban the group from their preferred Wessex Studios. The album was considered ground-breaking on its release in December 1978. Grounded in heavy dub reggae, Wobble's bass tone was called "impossibly deep" by contemporary reviews. Levene's sharp guitar sound, played on an aluminium Veleno guitar, was imitated most notably by The Edge of U2. Levene would later state :

"I've had questions asked of me as direct as 'What do you think of the fact that The Edge ripped off your sound?' and I just say 'Good luck to him'. Some people say 'A lot of people use your sound. Do you resent their position as opposed to yours?' Actually I don't, I put it down to good taste."


 The single "Public Image" was widely seen as diatribe against Malcolm McLarenand his perceived manipulation of Lydon during his career with the Sex Pistols. The track "Low Life" (with its accusatory lyrics of "Egomaniac traitor", "You fell in love with your ego" and "Bourgeoisie anarchist") has also been regarded as an attack on McLaren, although Lydon has stated that the lyrics refer to Sid Vicious. The two-part song "Religion" refers contemptuously to Roman Catholicism; Lydon came up with the lyrics when he was part of the Sex Pistols but he claims the other members of the band were reluctant to use them. The closing track "Fodderstompf", heavily influenced by dub, comprises nearly eight minutes of a circular bass riff, played over a Lydon/Wobble double act lampooning public outrage, love songs and teenage apathy. The track culminates with the sound of a fire extinguisher being let off in the recording studio, as Lydon had lit a fire whilst in a weird trance-like state during the recording session. The first album was subsequently renamed as First Issue. "PiL was the simple thing of four different people doing different drugs at different times," Wobble observed to Select. "It was only in any way together for the first two months of its existence. We had a fuckin' good drummer called Jim Walker, but he fucked off after a few months [in early 1979] and it just fell apart. Somehow it had sort of death throes that produced a couple of blinding albums."




 1978 opened with the end of Johnny Rotten fronting the Sex Pistols after their tour concluded in an infamous San Francisco gig. Closing that year, the original release of First Issue by his band, Public Image Ltd., documents astonishing growth. Punk endures on "Low Life" and "Attack" but these tracks diminish next to bolder standouts on PiL's prickly, messy ten-song debut.


 "I wish I could die" hisses John Lydon, resurrected under his rightful name, determined to shake off the Pistols' "terminal boredom" as the appropriately titled "Theme"'s last spoken words betray. The song shakes and sways over Jah Wobble's trademark bass, into a mix so heavy that Warner Brothers refused a domestic release for the album. (PiL gave in and re-recorded tracks after the label ordered them to, but most of that U.S. version never was released.) Keith Levene's guitar grinds and squeals. Unfortunately, his contribution to post-punk tends to be relegated to a footnote alongside his membership in early incarnations of The Clash and (a pre-Sid Vicious) The Flowers of Romance.


 Levene and Wobble invent an anti-rock fusion akin to reggae rhythm section Sly Dunbar and Robbie Shakespeare: supporting a wild-haired wailer: with massive confidence and utter freedom, the pair scratches, thumps, and thuds. Shifting the support from drums to guitar but advancing the bass, this crusty, metallic foundation collides off Jim Walker's slow, bashing, basic percussion. Certainly, dub warped into punk for many of the 1970s rebels against the system, and post-punk as here pioneered plunges the listener into a maelstrom.


 Over this squall, which skews rock (Lydon denies it but what category contains this?) into noise, elongated dance, and chant, Lydon lets rip. "Religion" repeats, first as a confession of disgust with clerical hypocrisy in a time when such a naked entry may have surprised listeners expecting rants. Nowadays, contempt for ecclesiastical malfeasance has turned common chat, but even for a singer as controversial as Lydon from a scene known for iconoclasm, this turned a few ears red around me.


 I heard this LP as soon as it was imported (given Warner's dissent stateside), as my classmates played it in the music room of our Catholic high school. I admit back then the novelty of the declaimed disdain wore off rapidly, although the musically enhanced reprise as track three stirs its curdled lyrics into a dense, dismal concoction. The song lumbers on, daring the hearer to skip it, but the fingered piano stands out as one offbeat, typically grating moment in a straightforward, mid-tempo, not-quite-rock song. "Religion II" proves less distinctive than what would follow, but its phased guitar anticipates the blistering songs that make about half of this record so distinctive.


 It's easy to reconstruct what Warner Brothers feared as "Annalisa" begins. Wobble's bass totters as Walker's drums crash under Levene's hesitantly plucked notes or attenuated chords. I bet this would have been grimly exciting to hear in concert. Lydon recites a tale of a young German woman's demonic possession. After repeated exorcisms, her parents let her perish from starvation. The efficient tom-tom fills and the dryly mastered, claustrophobic ambiance of this in the studio, via this handsome re-release by Light In the Attic, improves on the original CD German import I had long kept safe. It conveys some of the analog starkness sustained on my original vinyl version. Techniques premiered here were perfected on the following year's LP experimental Music Box (again import only, as Americans had to be content with the inferior, re-sequenced Second Edition 1980 version).


 Side Two clatters into "Public Image": a mission statement and a potent, terse, defiant cry: "I'm not the same as when I began / I will not be treated as property." Suffice to say this swaggering song pummels as it soars. Levene's trebly string-scraping shivers; Wobble's thick thumps resound over Walker's clanging. Lydon demands and commands respect. He clears his throat as this anthem ends.


 "Low Life" lurches in. It and the rest of the album, recorded more cheaply as the band ran out of money, suffers somewhat. Promoted as a self-producing and self-governing collective, PiL struggled. Fittingly or ironically settling into a cheaper reggae studio, the original album's final three tracks prove more ramshackle. You can hear the shallower rumbles and the muddier production on the rest of the original album. However, if played loud enough, this and "Attack" recover some of their force.


 I played that song relentlessly on my LP, cassette, and import CD; whichever format I chose, I tried to grasp Lydon's echoed vocals buried within the whirling Levene-Wobble-Walker assault. Lydon's angry at someone: fill in whom you wish among a few possibilities. "Low Life" blends the dub and hard rock sides of the band respectably, although its whirlpool ingredients merit a less cloudy mix. The song as with its predecessor does not move forward much, but its energy sustains a brisk pace.


 This will never be said for the closing track. In time-tested form, with an album to finish and nearly eight minutes running time, Lydon's warbles wrap around Wobble's "we only wanted to be loved" sarcastic shrillness. "Fodderstompf" full of chatter betrays the need to fill out the album and forces the listener to submit. The temptation to end this album battles against what might happen next on this track, or not. It's brash amplification, Wobble credited for fire extinguisher, the remnants of a label's advance, drugged attitude, and young men resigned to further alienate whomever expected them to deliver another ten tracks of punk. As anti-punk and proto-dance, it works.


 Yet, a more patient consideration of this grating mock-disco may reveal "be bland, be dull, be boring" as the new decade's post-punk creed. Someone in the 1980s concocting hip-hop must have sampled the tinkly, dusted synthesizer trills. "White Lines" always reminded me of that ethereal snippet.


"Theme"



Public Image Ltd. opened their self-titled debut album with this song that has the agonizing refrain, "I wish I could die." John Lydon explained to Mojo magazine August 2012: "You've got to know the second line, 'But I will survive.' There's hope in misery. I used to have very bad depressions when I was younger, because of the headaches from the meningitis. I'm still very prone to them, but I've learnt now, when I feel down, to just let that moment happen and go into a deep think, rather than a self-pity, because self-pity doesn't solve anything."



"Religion"


 
 John Lydon was in fine form when interviewed by Bill Turnbull and Sian Williams on the BBC Breakfast news programme, July 7, 2010. The latter suggested his song "Religion" was "raw," of which he said "that states the case quite clearly" and, alluding to the then ongoing scandal over child abuse including sexual abuse, he added, "in light of the Catholic Church's scandals at the moment, I hate to say it, but seen it coming." This was partly due to his once being a choirboy, but there is another reason for his antagonism towards, religion, and especially the Catholic Church.


When asked by Sian Williams, "Your Mum was Catholic, wasn't she?" a look of pain came over his face, and his voice was filled with bitterness as he replied: "They treated 'er very badly; they wouldn't give 'er [the] last rites when she died of cancer in the hospital, so we 'ave a really bad, negative view, our family, of the Catholic Church."



 
Among other things, Lydon's song notes that God is dog spelt backwards, and although probably Al Stewart wouldn't agree with all its sentiments, there are obvious parallels between this punk-based rant against Christianity (Catholicism in particular) and the folk-based "Gethsemane, Again




"Public Image"


Lead singer Johnny Lydon wrote this song while he was still with The Sex Pistols. He was extremely unhappy at the time and thought that he and his fellow Sex Pistols were abused and manipulated by band manager Malcolm McClaren. Public Image, Ltd. was his new group, and it was designed to be a business venture as well as a band (thus the name that sounds like a corporation).



With The Sex Pistols, Lydon was known as "Johnny Rotten." He used his real name for this group. When Public Image Ltd. (also known as PiL) first started, everyone was looking for Sex Pistols version 2.0 and Lydon was not having it. He wanted a completely different image and sound for the new band.


 
This song finds Lydon starting afresh and going deeper after the Pistols. He told Mojo magazine August 2012: "I think it was clear: 'I don't need to repeat where I stand politically, not ever again. Now let's deal with the personal politics, sort myself out, get rid of the wrong things in me.' You can change everything that's wrong with your enemy by changing yourself first."



 


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25/9/2018 10:42 am  #1480


Re: 1001 albums you must hear before you die

DAY 412.
Thin Lizzy.......................................Live And Dangerous   (1978)













Thin Lizzy pulled out all the stops with one of music's greatest live albums. It's airbrushed quality caused critical murmers; manager Chris O'Donnell claimed the record was "75% live" with overdubs correcting Phil Lynott's overdriven bass and backing vocals from guitarists Scott Gorham and Brian Robertson. Producer Toni Visconti, told Radio 1, "We erased everything except the drums.................even the audience was done again in a very devious way..."Southbound" was recorded at a sound check, and I added a tape loop of an audience"


Fans were not bothered, the result is magical, and Vertigo's fears for a full price double album were unfounded, it shipped 600,000 in the UK. Nominally recorded in London and Toronto, it really is a best of.


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25/9/2018 4:51 pm  #1481


Re: 1001 albums you must hear before you die

Listened to the Public Image album twice, because I think I should like it. Better on second listen, but still unsure.

 

25/9/2018 9:31 pm  #1482


Re: 1001 albums you must hear before you die

PatReilly wrote:

Listened to the Public Image album twice, because I think I should like it. Better on second listen, but still unsure.

Ken what you mean Pat, felt kinda guilty no' liking it, after all the pleasure the Pistols gave and still give me, but the premise for this thread for me at least was to try and tell it like it is. So whether it's a band I loved but the album's shite, or a band that I thought was shite but found out I really enjoyed their album, there's no shame in changing yer mind,  I've found certain things I liked are no' to my tastes these days and vice-versa, I think musical taste is meant to be fluid, as you get older it doesn't mean you get better taste, it's just changed a wee bit, no better , no worse, but at the end of the day, it's your opinion and don't let any cunt tell you different.


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25/9/2018 10:52 pm  #1483


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DAY 408.
Magazine........................................................................... Real Life   (1978)












What an excellent find this has been, I always liked "Shot By Both Sides" but to be honest wasn't to sure who it was by. Magazine kinda slipped by me regrettably, after hearing this once I wanted to hear it again, this sounds like it was pretty influential and it may just be me but I can hear quite a few later bands, ranging from Echo and The Bunnymen to Pulp to The Fun Boy Three, to name but a few.


Maybe this is where John Lydon should have been aiming/trying for.................the next step!  This for me seems to be a bit of a link from punk into new wave, and some, the more I play this the more I get out of it, this album doesn't just stick to a tried and trusted format, there is definitely wide ranging styles on this album, something for everybody.



Anyways, trying to pick my favourite tracks has been very difficult as every time I play it, something else comes to the fore, which to me means it must be one hell of an album, it's funny the amount of people who asked what's yer album the day? and I say "Magazine" and they go "Nah" then I say "Shot From Both Sides" and they all say "What a tune," this album will be going into my collection (in fact I've just bought an original on e-bay) and being honest this has got to be listened to if you haven't heard it, in fact I'd go as far as to say no record collection would be complete with out this influential and superb album being part of it.





Bits & Bobs;




With all of today's waxing nostalgia for the music of the late '70s and early '80s, our memory lane is pockmarked by potholes. Many bands of the 2000s owe an obvious debt to post-punk. And yet, to read the lists of influences generated by the majority of both publicists and reviewers, you might think that the only two acts from the post-punk era were Joy Division and Gang of Four. This presents an unrealistically limited view of the breadth of creativity occurring at that time, as if the scene was limited to either gray-toned gloom or spiky funk-punk. While this makes for a conveniently tidy definition of the genre, it's one that's also inaccurate and inadequate. Did you know that post-punk could also display catchy melodies and, more amazingly, a sense of humor? In a world where bands tended to take themselves quite seriously, a maverick quintet of Mancunians stood apart from the pack: Magazine. Perhaps because they were difficult to pigeonhole, their contributions and influence has been largely forgotten. Thankfully, EMI have just issued remastered CDs of the band's four albums.



The members of Magazine boast impressive pedigrees. Singer Howard Devoto was a founding member and lead vocalist for Buzzcocks, one of the great original punk bands. Devoto left before they made it big, appearing only on Buzzcocks' Spiral Scratch EP and the quasi-official Time's Up compilation. In April 1977, he hooked up with Scottish guitarist John McGeoch. Although McGeoch hadn't come from a famous band, he would go on to become one of the most well-respected guitarists around, recording with Siouxsie and the Banshees, P.I.L., and Peter Murphy. The duo then recruited bassist Barry Adamson, who would later become a member of Nick Cave's Bad Seeds, as well as a composer of film soundtracks. Original drummer Martin Jackson went on to join a latter day Chameleons , to play with Frank Zappa (wow), and to program drums for Swing Out Sister (hmm, well, okay). Only Magazine's keyboardists didn't go on to future greatness. The first man to fill that slot, Bob Dickinson didn't last long enough to make it to the recording studio. He was replaced in 1978 by Dave Formula. A former cabaret musician, he added a great deal to the Magazine sound, although his only other claim to infamy was tagging along with Adamson and McGeoch to join Visage, a synth-heavy, new romantic one hit wonder ("Fade to Grey"). Regardless, Magazine in their heyday were comprised of terrific musicians, all bursting with creativity.



 These qualities shone through immediately on the band's 1978 debut, the classic Real Life LP. Coming back to it now and listening with fresh ears (and to a freshly remastered mix), the album's tracklist seems almost impossibly good. How could one record contain so many killer songs? There isn't a weak spot to be found. Track eight, "The Light Pours Out of Me", with its dryly funky verses and lushly melodramatic chorus, is just as good as track one, "Definitive Gaze", which moves from a creepy, fun-house organ intro to an anthemic, wordless chorus. It also contains the lyric that birthed the album's title: "Clarity has reared / Its ugly head again / So this is real life / You're telling me". Pathos and bathos, all delivered with a wink and a smile; this is the Devoto way. "The Great Beautician in the Sky" is another carnival ride, as waltz time slides into straight 4/4, then a loping oompah, and back again. In lesser hands, this stylistic slalom would go crashing off course. Magazine, though, were a dexterous bunch of songwriters. They also had great chops and could also lock into a dirty jam and rock it out, as on the double-time second half of "Motorcade". Best of all is "Shot by Both Sides", with its glorious guitar theme and theatrically gothic chorus. An earlier version, recorded between keyboardists, was the group's first single and their only ever to chart (peaking at #41 in the UK). It's included as a bonus track on the updated CD, along with another pre-album single, the more straightforward punk-pop cut "Touch and Go". Both b-sides were added, as well. These make for fine additions, although an album as magnificent as Real Life could scarcely use improving.



 After Magazine's first tour, Jackson left and was replaced by John Doyle. Despite this change in the drummer slot, Magazine took little time getting to their follow-up LP, 1979's Secondhand Daylight. A less kooky album, it trades out the haunted fairground motifs that accented Real Life for the occasional gray mood more befitting of a typical post-punk band. Then again, Magazine weren't typical of any particular style, so these overcast moments don't dominate. They do, however, usher in the record. The first song, "Feed the Enemy", doesn't reach and grab you so much as it lulls you in. Showing the band's indebtedness to their immediate forebears, the beginning of the track could have come from side two of either of Bowie's 1977 Berlin albums, while the rest of the track is a Roxy Music-like slow boiler. The Bowie factor looms even larger in "The Thin Air", a druggy instrumental track featuring chilly synth washes and sorrowful sax. Still, this spaceyness is balanced out by quicker paced songs like the glam-punk of "Rhythm of Cruelty" and "Talk to the Body", where Devoto gives us a Johnny Rotten sneer and then insists repeatedly that we all "Clam up / Calm down".



 As the decade changed from the '70s to the '80s, Magazine returned to the winning blueprint of Real Life, reinvigorating their sound with pop hooks and livelier tempos. Produced by the legendary Martin Hannett (Buzzcocks, Joy Division, Psychedelic Furs, New Order), the album showcased the tightest songwriting of the band's career. This yielded a great album that's just a fraction less vital and gripping than Real Life. Perky leadoff track "Because You're Frightened" showed why the group is sometimes categorized as new wave, although McGeoch's guitar riff sounds just like another beyond-punk song from that same year, the Clash's recording of "Police on My Back". Like "the only band that mattered", Magazine, too, were largely uncategorizable. No song in their catalog proved this more than their darkly groovy cover of Sly & the Family Stone's "Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Again)". This experiment shouldn't have worked, but Magazine pulled it off brilliantly. As with much of their best material, the division between seriousness and humor is a thin and permeable membrane through which their music ebbed and flowed. The album ends with one of their all-time killer tracks, "A Song from Under the Floorboards". The delicious verses burble along on a Durany bass line, while the chorus features subtle yet irresistible "la, la"'s.



 Magazine decided to call it a day in 1981, but not before recording their fourth and final studio album, Magic, Murder and the Weather. Maybe their heart wasn't in it, because the record is a lackluster affair. Not that the writing and performances are entirely to blame. Hannett returned as producer, but he left his golden ears behind. For every good and tidy track like the catchy "About the Weather" or the return-to-cabaret feel of "The Honeymoon Killers", we're burdened with at least as many murky cuts like "So Lucky", "Vigilance", and "Naked Eye", all of which sound like they were recorded on a Walkman from the back of a nightclub (minus the excitement of applause, that is). Although Formula's synth sounds are laid on a little thick, closing number "The Garden" somewhat redeems the album's worth. In a strange way, the remastering crew should be rewarded for maintaining the integrity of Hannett's original mix of the album, even if that mix was often detrimental to the songs. The two bonus tracks here, b-sides to "About the Weather", were produced by the band and are the clearest tracks on the CD. I suppose that, for completion's sake, EMI had to reissue this mediocre album along with the great ones that preceded it, but most of us would be happy to simply excise this disc from Magazine's discography. It's one for the hardcore fans only.



 Their final release aside, Magazine left behind a great legacy. They were one of the most inventive bands of their time. Like two other excellent groups of their nonconformist contemporaries, the Stranglers and the Damned, Magazine had no compunction about poking fun at the shadowy realms in which their music dwelled, even as they reveled in the gooey darkness. They took their craft quite seriously, but not themselves. Any given passage from their best material could be both cool and funny at the same time; at once brimming with sentiment and mocking sentimentality. This was true of both the band's music and Devoto's lyrics. These elements reinforced one another, sometimes through juxtaposition and sometimes by fusing together to get the point across. Not that the experience of listening to Magazine needs to be intellectualized to be enjoyed. For a band that played outside the rules of a scene that supposedly had no rules, Magazine were often quite accessible and fun. If you've been missing out all these years, now is the perfect time to join the weird little party. Their four remastered studio albums all sound great, offer a choice selection of quality bonus tracks, and feature good liner notes.


 The story of Magazine is typical of a band born out of the post-punk explosion of the late 1970s. They released a trio of moderately received albums which attracted little mainstream attention before splitting after barely three years together. Described as the band that “dragged British punk-rock into a new dimension of thinking,” their name and music lived on thanks to the numerous bands they inspired. Their legacy can still be heard today; Radiohead in particular owe Magazine a considerable debt of gratitude.



 Formed in 1978 by ex-Buzzcock Howard Devotto as a way of making more experimental music away from the constraints of punk, Magazine’s debut single 'Shot by Both Sides' remains one of the stand-out tracks of that era. A defiant defence of non-conformism, it was a bold statement at a time of otherwise over-bearing political sentiments. “I was totally apolitical,” explains Devotto. “A socialist friend said to me, ‘you’ll end up getting shot by both sides.”



 What was radical then is of course considered normal today. But despite the British public widely embracing Devotto’s apolitical stance, albeit for very different reasons, it still must have been a daunting exercise reforming a band which was, at best, a cult concern. “We were pretty confident that there would be quite a lot of interest,” says Devotto. “The thing that worried me was preparing myself, as it had been twenty years since I last performed. I’ll let you into a little known fact; I’m not actually as young as I once was.” Devotto was proved right; Magazine’s comeback tour in February was a sell-out, and received rave-reviews.


 Dave Formula, Magazine’s enigmatic keyboard player, was delighted. “It's possibly a bit of a cliché, but the shows went far better than we could have possibly anticipated. The reception was thrilling really, from the press and more so the audience.”



 Were they surprised at the reception? “I think the word is yes,” says Devotto. Formula adds: “We knew it was going to sound good, as it had sounded good in rehearsals, but until you actually walk out there and do it, you just don’t know.”


 Many bands of Magazine’s generation have been frank about their motivations for reforming. Having received little attention or money first time round, they feel they deserve something, given their supposed influence. Devotto however is dismissive of this stance. “There were certain musicians who didn’t get what they deserved, and they act like that’s some sort of crime. I just don’t feel like that. I try to lump it, you know ‘like it or lump it’. I’ll lump it!”


 Formula agrees. “There was certainly no hard and fast plan on my behalf to put the band back together. It was very circumstantial but in a positive way, no one thought 'oh I want to make a lot of money from this'.”


 Over the years, Magazine songs have been covered by artists as diverse as Morrissey and Simple Minds. It must be flattering when that happens. “Definitely, without a doubt,” says Formula. “Not flattering, flattering is the wrong word, but it is reassuring when you find out people still cite you as an influence and record your songs.”


 Being ‘influential’ does not pay the bills however. It would of course be easy to become bitter watching a band become successful when they are clearly aping something you created. In a review of one of their comeback shows, one critic was moved to comment "it’s a crime that Simple Minds became big, but Magazine didn’t." Formula pauses momentarily. “Crime is quite a serious word I think. At the time it was a little bit galling to see other bands that had clearly taken a lot of influence or benefit from being around us and having success. I'd be lying if I said that wasn't the case... I don't want to harp on about it, but I think, if anything, what got some of the members of Magazine was that Simple Minds called one of their albums Real Life and didn't actually credit Magazine.”


 So why were they not successful? Formula explains: "I think a lot of people, particularly the press, misunderstood a lot of aspects of Magazine first time around. As well as being quite dark at times, especially with Howard's lyrics, there was a very strong pop element in a lot of the music, very catchy melodies and hooks, if you're allowed to say that! I think that's one of the things that's being re-examined.” Devotto adds cautiously: “Yes, but on the other hand if they had grasped too well what we were about I suspect we wouldn’t talking about this now. People were different back then, but now fortunately people do seem to know what we are about.”


 


The smart band liked by older brothers who saw no crime in buying Real Life at the same time as Genesis' And Then There Were Three, Magazine were an absolute gift for lovers of cerebral pop. Unfortunately, they never recovered from their initial hype. They carved a very particular swathe through the late 70s, the time when post-punk was known by its old money title, new wave.


 And none was more new wave in the broadest sense than their ever enigmatic leader, Howard Devoto. He was smart and dark; never really connecting with punk, he abandoned the band he'd formed with Pete Shelley, Buzzcocks, as early as 1977 suggesting that he was 'not stupid and I refuse to pretend to be.' Corralling Scots art-school guitarist John McGeoch and bassist Barry Adamson, (with a shifting coterie of keyboard players and drummers) the band recorded at Abbey Road and had subsequently little to do with the movement that Devoto had helped shape.



 Real Life from 1978 was an engaging debut that was as intelligent as it was oblique, with its swathes of keyboards and Devoto's mannered croon. “Definitive Gaze” encapsulates their singularity of direction; a little nod to reggae and then off on a pomp-rock overture before Devoto steps up, combining John Lydon and Peter Gabriel. “Shot By Both Sides” remains convincing as the album’s single, the group’s Top Of The Pops performance was infamous for sending the record down the charts. The knives were out for their second album, Secondhand Daylight. Produced by the recently departed Colin Thurston, much was made of its similarly to progressive rock. “Permafrost” shows the scale of their ambition.



 Correct Use Of Soap from 1980 may be their masterpiece. Pared down, dark and brooding, it sounds extremely fresh, benefiting from a Martin Hannett production, then white-hot from his work with Joy Division. Only Devoto's standing was thus that he could borrow from Dostoevsky's Notes From The Underground on their career-best “A Song From Under The Floorboards” and get away with it. The deft “You Never Knew Me” and their post-punk pre-funk cover of Sly & the Family's Stone “Thank You (Falettime Be Mice Elf Agin)” make this their most satisfying and rounded of all their albums.



 With McGeoch departed to Siouxsie and the Banshees and replaced by Ben Mandelson, Magic, Murder And The Weather is often viewed as the poor relation of the Magazine catalogue. It's certainly lower-key and less focussed than its predecessor, but its brave welding of rock and northern soul, most notably on “About The Weather” still sounds as fresh as a daisy. Although instrumentally like Japan at times, it retains a definite charm and as Devoto throws away on “So Lucky”, 'I think it turned out rather well'.



 'Magazine were always a connoisseur's choice,' John McGeoch, who died in 2004, was correctly to surmise. 'We broke new ground, we set the tone for the next twenty, thirty years, but we never made much money.'


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26/9/2018 9:45 am  #1484


Re: 1001 albums you must hear before you die

Didn't remember John McGeoch being in Magazine, a band that sort of passed me by at the time (apart from 'Shot From Both Sides' of course). Being truthful, I was biased at that time against Magazine by their association with The Buzzcocks, because I assumed it wasn't cool to like gay pop stars. 

Strange how things change. 

Anyway, Real Life is a fine album, leaving me wondering if The Correct Use of Soap will feature later in the selection. And that John Leckie produced some amount of great albums!

 

26/9/2018 10:35 am  #1485


Re: 1001 albums you must hear before you die

DAY 409.
Bruce Springsteen.....................................Darkness On The Edge Of Town   (1978)











This will be short and sweet, I've never really been into Springsteen and I've no idea why, as I've said before I think he would be great in concert, but his albums always make me feel like it's "Groundhog Day." His voice is not too off-putting, and he sounds no' ban on the guitar, and the E Band seem pretty competent musicians.............but there's just something about his albums.


This album wont be going into my collection.




Bits & Bobs;


Have posted about Springsteen earlier (if interested)




Here's a Rolling Stone review;
Occasionally, a record appears that changes fundamentally the way we hear rock & roll, the way it’s recorded, the way it’s played. Such records — Jimi Hendrix’ Are You Experienced, Bob Dylan’s “Like a Rolling Stone,” Van Morrison’s Astral Weeks, Who’s Next, The Band — force response, both from the musical community and the audience. To me, these are the records justifiably called classics, and I have no doubt that Bruce Springsteen’s Darkness on the Edge of Town will someday fit as naturally within that list as the Rolling Stones’ “(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction” or Sly and the Family Stone’s “Dance to the Music.”
  One ought to be wary of making such claims, but in this case, they’re justified at every level. In the area of production, Darkness on the Edge of Town is nothing less than a breakthrough. Springsteen — with coproducer Jon Landau, engineer Jimmy Iovine and Charles Plotkin, who helped Iovine mix the LP — is the first artist to fuse the spacious clarity of Los Angeles record making and the raw density of English productions. That’s the major reason why the result is so different from Born to Run‘s Phil Spector wall of sound. On the earlier album, for instance, the individual instruments were deliberately obscured to create the sense of one huge instrument. Here, the same power is achieved more naturally. Most obviously, Max Weinberg’s drumming has enormous size, a heartbeat with the same kind of space it occupies onstage (the only other place I’ve heard a bass drum sound this big).


 Now that it can be heard, the E Street Band is clearly one of the finest rock & roll groups ever assembled. Weinberg, bassist Garry Tallent and guitarist Steve Van Zandt are a perfect rhythm section, capable of both power and groove. Pianist Roy Bittan is as virtuosic as on Born to Run, and saxophonist Clarence Clemons, though he has fewer solos, evokes more than ever the spirit of King Curtis. But the revelation is organist Danny Federici, who barely appeared on the last L.P. Federici’s style is utterly singular, focusing on wailing, trebly chords that sing (and in the marvelous solo at the end of “Racing in the Street,” truly cry).


 Much the same can be said about Springsteen’s singing. Certainly, Van Morrison and Bob Dylan are the inspirations for taking such extreme chances: bending and twisting syllables; making two key lines on “Streets of Fire” a wordless, throttled scream; the wailing and humming that precede and follow some of the record’s most important lyrics. But more than ever, Springsteen’s voice is personal, intimate and revealing, bigger and less elusive. It’s the possibility hinted at on Born to Run’s “Backstreets” and in the postverbal wail at the end of “Jungleland,” In fact, Springsteen picks up that moan at the beginning of “Something in the Night,” on which he turns in the new album’s most adventurous vocal.



Yet the dominant instrumental focus of Darkness on the Edge of Town is Bruce Springsteen’s guitar. Like his songwriting and singing, Springsteen’s guitar playing gains much of its distinctiveness through pastiche. There are echoes of a dozen influences — Duane Eddy, Jimmy Page, Jeff Beck, Jimi Hendrix, Roy Buchanan, even Ennio Morricone’s Sergio Leone soundtracks — but the synthesis is completely Springsteen’s own. Sometimes Springsteen quotes a famous solo — Robbie Robertson’s from the live version of “Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues” at the end of “Something in the Night,” Jeff Beck’s from “Heart Full of Soul” in the bridge of “Candy’s Room” — and then shatters it into another dimension. In the end the most impressive guitar work of all is just his own: “Adam Raised a Cain” and “Streets of Fire” are things no one‘s ever heard before.



 One could say a great deal about the construction of this LP. The programming alone is impressive: each side is a discrete progression of similar lyrical and musical themes, and the whole is a more universal version of the same picture. Ideas, characters and phrases jump from song to song like threads in a tapestry, and everything’s one long interrelationship. But all of these elements — the production, the playing, even the programming — are designed to focus our attention on what Springsteen has to tell us about the last three years of his life. 
 In a way, this album might take as its text two lines from Jackson Browne: “Nothing survives — /But the way we live our lives.” But where Browne is content to know this, Springsteen explores it: Darkness on the Edge of Town is about the kind of life that deserves survival. Despite its title, it is a complete rejection of despair. Bruce Springsteen says this over and over again, more bluntly and clearly than anyone could have imagined. There isn’t a single song on this record in which his yearning for a perfect existence, a live lived to the hilt, doesn’t play a central role.



 Springsteen also realizes the terrible price one pays for living at half-speed. In “Racing in the Street,” the album’s most beautiful ballad, Springsteen separates humanity into two classes: “Some guys they just give up living/And start dying little by little, piece by piece/Some guys come home from work and wash up/And go racin’ in the street.” But there’s nothing smug about it, because Springsteen knows that the line separating the living dead from the walking wounded is a fine and bitter one. In the song’s final verse, he describes with genuine love a person of the first sort, someone whose eyes “hate for just being born.” In “Factory,” he depicts the most numbing sort of life with a compassion that’s nearly religious. And in “Adam Raised a Cain,” the son who rejected his father’s world comes to understand their relationship as “the dark heart of a dream” — a dream become nightmarish, but a vision of something better nonetheless.



 There are those who will say that “Adam Raised a Cain” is full of hate, but I don’t believe it. The only hate I hear on this LP is embodied in a single song, “Streets of Fire,” where Springsteen describes how it feels to be trapped by lies. And even here, he has the maturity to hate the lie, not the liar.



 Throughout the new album, Springsteen’s lyrics are a departure from his early work, almost its opposite, in fact: dense and compact, not scattershot. And if the scenes are the same — the highways, bars, cars and toil — they also represent facets of life that rock & roll has too often ignored or, what’s worse, romanticized. Darkness on the Edge of Town faces everyday life whole, daring to see if something greater can be made of it. This is naive perhaps, but also courageous. Who else but a brave innocent could believe so boldly in a promised land, or write a song that not only quotes Martha and the Vandellas’ “Dancing in the Street” but paraphrases the Beach Boys’ “Don’t Worry Baby”?  Bruce Springsteen has a tendency to inspire messianic regard in his fans — including this one. This isn’t so much because he’s regarded as a savior — though his influence has already been substantial — but because he fulfills the rock tradition in so many ways. Like Elvis Presley and Buddy Holly, Springsteen has the ability, and the zeal, to do it all. For many years, rock & roll has been splintered between the West Coast’s monopoly on the genre’s lyrical and pastoral characteristics and a British and Middle American stranglehold on toughness and raw power. Springsteen unites these aspects: he’s the only artist I can think of who’s simultaneously comparable to Jackson Browne and Pete Townshend. Just as the production of this record unifies certain technical trends, Springsteen’s presentation makes rock itself whole again. This is true musically — he rocks as hard as a punk, but with the verbal grace of a singer/songwriter — and especially emotionally. If these songs are about experienced adulthood, they sacrifice none of rock & roll’s adolescent innocence. Springsteen escapes the narrow dogmatism of both Old Wave and New, and the music’s possibilities are once again limitless.


 Four years ago, in a Cambridge bar, my friend Jon Landau and I watched Bruce Springsteen give a performance that changed some lives — my own included. About a similar night, Landau later wrote what was to become rock criticism’s most famous sentence: “I saw rock & roll future and its name is Bruce Springsteen.” With its usual cynicism, the world chose to think of this as a fanciful way of calling Springsteen the Next Big Thing.



 I’ve never taken it that way. To me, these words, shamefully mistreated as they’ve been, have kept a different shape. What they’ve always said was that someday Bruce Springsteen would make rock & roll that would shake men’s souls and make them question the direction of their lives. That would do, in short, all the marvelous things rock had always promised to do.  But Born to Run was not that music. It sounded instead like the end of an era, the climax of the first twenty years of this grand tradition, the apex of our collective adolescence. Darkness on the Edge of Town does not. It feels like the threshold of a new period in which we’ll again have “lives on the line where dreams are found and lost.” It poses once more the question that rock & roll’s epiphanic moments always raise: Do you believe in magic?And once again, the answer is yes. Absolutely.  

"Darkness on the Edge of Town"


Compared to his earlier songs, this was more mature songwriting from Springsteen, reflecting the characters from the Born To Run album getting older and more pessimistic. As with many songs he wrote at the time, he came up with the title first. Said Springsteen: "I had that title and said, 'Well, I'd better come up with something that deserves that title.' That's what I was always very, very good at - I didn't have any problem thinking really hard about what I was doing."


 
This was the title track to Springsteen's fourth album. At one point, the album was going to be called "American Madness," after a 1932 Frank Capra movie about life in America during the depression.


 
Springsteen has explained that this song is best performed live so the audience can generate its intensity.


 
This was the first album Springsteen released after a legal battle with his manager, Mike Appel, kept him from recording for almost three years.


 
Springsteen explained that sing song "dealt with the idea that the setting for personal transformation is often found at the end of your rope."





"Adan Raised a Cain"


The lyrics use biblical images to explain the relationship between a father and son. Cain was Adam and Eve's rebellious son who couldn't measure up to the goodness of his brother Abel. In the book of Genesis, Cain becomes jealous when God prefers Abel's offering to his own. He lures him out into a field and murders him, but he can't hide the act from God, who puts a mark of damnation on his forehead and sentences him to life as a restless wanderer. He can't even hope to be killed, for whoever sees the mark will know they "will suffer vengeance seven times over" if they were to kill him.

Springsteen's song examines Adam's role in raising a son that went down such a crooked path.


 
Springsteen calls this song "emotionally autobiographical." The bitter, but loving relationship between the father and son is similar to Springsteen's with his dad. Said Springsteen: "Our actual relationship was probably more complicated than how I presented it. Those songs were ways that I spoke to my father at the time, because he didn't speak and we didn't talk very much."


 
This was used in the movie Baby It's You, directed by John Sayles, who would direct Springsteen's videos for "I'm On Fire" and "Born In The U.S.A."


 
In the 2010 documentary The Promise: The Making of Darkness on the Edge of Town, sound mixer Chuck Plotkin described Springsteen's instructions for how the jarring assault of this song should sound next to the more melodic tunes on Darkness. Springsteen told Plotkin to think of a movie showing two lovers having a picnic, when the scene suddenly cuts to a dead body. This song, the singer explained, is that body.



"Badlands"


The title came from a 1973 movie of the same name starring Martin Sheen and Sissy Spacek. Springsteen got the idea from a poster in the theater lobby. Springsteen did not see the movie until after he wrote this. When he did see the film, he based the song "Nebraska" on it.


 
This was more mature songwriting from Springsteen, as much of Darkness On The Edge Of Town reflects the characters of his previous album, Born To Run, getting older and more pessimistic.


 
"Badlands" was considered for the name of the album. Around this time, Springsteen would come up with titles and try to come up with deserving songs for them. He told Rolling Stone in 2010: "Badlands, that's a great title, but It would be easy to blow it. But I kept writing and I kept writing and I kept writing and writing until I had a song that I felt deserved that title."


 
This is a concert favourite. It was featured on Springsteen's 1999 reunion tour with The E Street Band, and on many of their subsequent tours.


 
Badlands is a US national park in South Dakota. It is famous for striking scenery and expansive prairie land.


 
The second single off Darkness On The Edge Of Town, the first album Springsteen released after a legal battle with his first manager, Mike Appel, kept him from recording for almost 3 years.


 
The version on Live 1975-1985 was recorded in Arizona the night after Ronald Reagan was elected president. Bruce introduced the song by saying: "I don't know what you guys thought of what happened last night, but I thought it was pretty terrifying." Reagan would later misinterpret "Born In The U.S.A." in a 1984 campaign speech.


 
Bill Murray and Paul Shaffer chose to open the 25th Anniversary Show of Saturday Night Live with this song, as sung by Murray's character of Nick the Lounge Singer. According to the book Live From New York, they chose this song because Murray and Shaffer felt that there was a certain lyric in the song that best described their experience of growing up in life and in show business on Saturday Night Live in the '70s. Murray was quoted as saying performing the harmony with Paul was one of the high points of his entire career.

 


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26/9/2018 10:42 am  #1486


Re: 1001 albums you must hear before you die

DAY 413.
Talking Heads........................................................More Songs About Buildings And Food   (1978)











David Byrne and Brian Eno were a match made in art-school heaven. Their first album Talking Heads 77 as good as it was, showed the band needed focus and Eno provided that without whitewashing the Heads wild electicism or undermining Byrne's individual voice.


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26/9/2018 10:52 pm  #1487


Re: 1001 albums you must hear before you die

DAY 410.
Funkadelic.................................................One Nation Under A Groove   (1978)












This is the third George Clinton related album so far in this book, and have to say no' really taken by him in his various guises. Firstly finding some of his work no' exactly funky, lots of jams and guitar solos but no' wi' a funky beat, but having said that the guitarists certainly sound like they're no strangers to the guitar.


the tracks themselves were seriously over long, ranging from four and a half minutes to a ridiculous ten minutes fifty seconds, I know "you've got to get up, to get down" but fuck me almost eleven minutes of
"Promentalshitbackwashpsychosis Enema Squad (The Doo Doo Chasers)" would definitely drive this man to drink.


But have to admit I loved the album cover, It's very much of it's time, one of these days,after I get the other half committed (it's the only way I'll get to have my music room) I'm going to have the walls of the room covered in various album covers over the years, I do love album art.



Being honest the first three tracks I kinda dealt with and wasn't overly put out by them, but then it just went on and on, and for this listener too much to bear. I really didn't enjoy this one so it wont be going into my collection. 




  Bits & Bobs;




Open-mindedness, unity, the breaking-down of boundaries. These are the conceptual themes that run throughout this 1978 release. Along with 1971's Maggot-Brain, One Nation Under a Groove is the pinnacle of Funkadelic records and justifiably regarded as one of the all-time greatest funk albums. Everybody with even a mild interest in funk, whether they be a fully-pledged 'Funkateer' or casual-listner should own a copy of this album. A lot of credit should go to new recruit Walther "Junie" Morrison (formerly of the Ohio Players) who co-wrote most of the songs. George Clinton, leader of the P-Funk movement, once described him as "The most phenomenal musician on the planet". In addition to composing he also contributed keyboards, vocals, arrangements and production to the album and helped make it Funkadelic's most consistent release ever.





The album begins with a bang. The title track is one mother of a dance tune. Hand-clapping, layered guitars and synths subtely playing underneath the wonderful singing make this a joyous tribute to unity through music. One of the more commercial-sounding songs and Funkadelic's most successful single, this track claimed top spot in the singles chart and was a club favourite. It also helps to promote George Clinton's agenda. One Nation Under a Groove. Everybody together, unified, wanting to "dance our way out of our constrictions."





The call for unity continues with Groovallegience;



"Pledge groovallegience to the Funk, the united Funk of Funkadelica".





A slower track, based mainly around bass and drums with some seemingly reggae-influenced vocal-harmonies, particularly during the verses, it adds some nice psychadelic guitar-fills in the second-half and fine bass-playing. More importantly though it also furthers George Clinton's visions of unity;



"Please come on, come all to the funk. Let your feelings grow as one.
Join this nation, you will see. That we can make you free"





This slower track then leads to the fantastic and more upbeat 'Who Says a Funk Band Can't Play Rock Music"!' Once again the title shows Clinton's desire to break-down barriers and claim his freedom to do what he wants. A pounding bassline drives this one relentlessly on and Funkgeetarists Gary Shider and Mike 'Kidd Funkadelic' Hampton contribute some superb guitar licks (you can learn a lot about rock 6-stringing from these guys). Meanwhile the vocalists sing the chorus over and again, moving the groove ever forwards.



George Clinton had a passion for making up big words and 'Promental***backwashpsychosis Enema Squad (The Doo Doo Chasers)' is no exception. A slow 10-minute groover, again with some tasty guitar playing in the background. Meanwhile, the lyrics focus on the sort of toliet activity that even men prefer to do indoors.





"The world is a toll-free toilet. Our mouths neurological assholes.
And psychologically speaking. We're in a state of mental diarrhea"



It does make points about the way people live their lives and offers The Funk again as an alternative, describing themselves as;



"A musical bowel movement. Designed to rid you of moral diarrhea
Social bull***, Crazy do-loops, Mental poots"





Into You is probably Funkadelic's best-ever slow song. The excellent bass singer Ray Davis unusually sings lead, with a variety of other vocalists getting a chance to shine. Once again, the lyrics discuss the problems with society;



"I can't get into the neutron bomb
I can't get into something that will do me some harm
I can't get into a drug addict principle
I can't get into something that would close the door"




Cholly is a lovely little ode to funk (oh yeah did I forget to mention that P-Funk bands liked to sing about funk... A lot!)



"Funk gettin' ready to go, Funk gettin' ready to roll
Funk gettin' ready to go, Funk gettin' ready to roll"



A funky, stuttering, jumping bassline courtesy of Bootsy Collins grooves up the tune while Funkgeetarist Gary Shider takes lead vocals. Great song with some nice chorus vocals.





Lunchmeataphobia is a heavier, more guitar-based rocker with some distorted power-chords playing over a few distant-sounding vocals. Top guitar-work in the last minute leading to the outro.





P.E. Squad/Doo Doo Chasers is a shorter, instrumental version of Prome..yah dee dah..psychosis. It's a nice tune, although not really necessary. It did however come as part of an EP with the original album and the CD reissue has put in with the main tracks, so it is excusable.





Finally, Maggott Brain, also from the original EP. A Live version of the Eddie Hazel classic, played by Mike Hampton. (Eddie Hazel had succumbed to drug problems and his role in the P-Funk movement was greatly diminished). This track seriously kicks ass! More upbeat than the original (where George Clinton told Hazel to "play as if your momma had just died"), the quicker tempo and live setting give this a really firey edge. Whilst the original seemed melancholy and reflective, this version seems passionate and angry. Fantastic playing throughout, an absolutely killer piece to finish an album. Like the original, it's perfect for some late-night, hypnotic listening.





One Nation Under a Groove is essential listening throughout. A wide range of funk is expertly handled by a group of talented musicians, vocalists and songwriters. There is no let-up in quality and you really feel that living under the flag of The Funk would change this world for the better, especially if they were to get the guys who drew the ONUAG CD cover to design it. A must-have!




"One Nation Under A Groove"



Bandleader George Clinton conceived this track from a comment when he was shooting film for an unfinished Parliament/Funkadelic movie outside the United Nations headquarters. The scene in question was the landing of P-Funk's signature prop, the Mothership, accompanied by a UN staffer raising the flags of the member nations. One of Clinton's friends described what he was looking at as "one nation under a groove."




Bass guitarist Bootsy Collins recalled to Uncut: "One night in D.C. some guys start shouting, 'One nation! One nation! One Nation Under a Groove!' When you've got fresh musicians around you, you can take that hook line and really make something. George's thing was, 'It don't matter how many hooks you put in. Don't matter! Put them all in there.' So, on that song, you've got 'One Nation Under a Groove... Feet don't fail me now,' all that."



 
The title is one of many mantras embraced by P-Funk, whose shows bring together a mix of races that come together over the music. "One Nation Under A Groove" represents the positive vide that comes from this connection.



 
George Clinton had the title in mind two years before the band recorded the song. He didn't have any lyrics - he came up with those in the studio.



 
Clinton wrote this song with his musical director Garry Shider and with Junie Morrison, formerly of The Ohio Players. It was the first Funkadelic track Morrison worked on. He said: "As I recall, George was not present at the inception of the track. Thankfully, Garry Shider was there and very supportive during the process. Garry helped to ease the tension between myself and the members that I did not yet know personally, which made my arrangement easier for the band to handle. Bootsy Collins added his drums at a later date.





Bernie Worrell was not present at the track's inception either. Bernie was waiting on his awesome Moog Modular to arrive, which took a bit longer than expected. However, once Bernie and Bootsy added their vibes to the track, 'One Nation Under a Groove' became unstoppable. The awesome vocal aspects of the track were also added some time later, as well."



 
This went to #1 on the R&B chart, giving Funkadelic their first topper on that tally (they had another with "(Not Just) Knee Deep"). George Clinton usually released the songs with more hit potential as Parliament tracks, but he felt it was time to get Funkadelic a hit.



"We really wanted it to be a hit so we really made it more commercial and more straightforward than I like to do it," he told Blues & Soul in 1978. "The band were even singing: 'Corny or not, here we come'! It's corny but it's clever and the time is right for it. It's something we hadn't done since our Motown days. Sure, we could have done it all along but people bag you and you can't get out of the bag then and Funkadelic mustn't be bagged.




At one time, we were gonna do it much harsher but it didn't suit the vibration of the song. We don't want people to think of us as being political – though we are political but from a mental standpoint. Burn down the ghettoes in your head and trespass in your own mind, that's what we are trying to say."



 
This was used in the 1991 movie Young Soul Rebels. The film takes place during The Queen's Silver Jubilee in 1977, over a year before this was recorded.




"Maggot Brain"

Funkadelic leader George Clinton explains maggot brain as a state of mind, transcending the body and enjoying the expansive freedoms of The Funk. Achieving maggot brain is often accomplished with the help of narcotics.



 
This song was recorded in one take. Clinton surrounded Funkadelic guitarist Eddie Hazel with a massive amount of amps. He told Eddie to first play like he just heard that his mother had died, then to play like his mom was actually still alive. The result was one of the best-known funk guitar solos of all time.



 
Other musicians were playing on this track, but Clinton faded them out to focus on Hazel's guitar.



 
The only lyrics are spoken at the beginning of the song before Hazel's solo takes off. There is also a brief spoken introduction to the song.



 
Guitar World ranked Hazel's solo at #21 on its list of greatest wah solos of all time in 2015.


 
Critics have lavished praise on the guitar solo in this song, and Clinton agrees that it's the best guitar work on any P-Funk recording. He also recommends "Alice In My Fantasies" from the 1974 Standing On The Verge Of Getting It On album.



 











 


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27/9/2018 10:49 am  #1488


Re: 1001 albums you must hear before you die

DAY 411.
Throbbing Gristle...........................................D.O.A. Third And Final Report   (1978)












Apologies to Public Image on the worst opening track front, this one can at least equal it, what the fuck was that all about, when I was a kid, my gran had one of these bad boys






and I used to put the volume up, a twiddle the buttons through all the different channels, quickly then slowly making noises not too dissimilar to this track, which would really wind her up, the normal response was "will you stop that, you wid think you were dited they way you kerry on sometimes, anymare and eh'll skelp yer backside"
not that she ever did, it's like when her and my grandad were having a lively debate she would say "ach away and take the gas" that was just sayings of the day, she wouldn't have really wanted him to stick his hade in the oven (I don't think) so anyway this track was pish a cross between me playing with the old radiogram and the sound of the old dial up in the early days of the internet.


The rest of the tunes were more or less gash as well, quite a few of them I could easily copy just by opening my window and taping the goings on and noises of the day, this album wont be going into my collection, but just to confuse matters I really liked their single version of United






Edit to say I forgot to add this;

The brainchild of Genesis P-Orridge and Cosey Fan Tutti, Throbbing Gristle formed in London in 1976 evolving from the performance art group COUM Transmissions. They are widely viewed as having had a seismic influence on the industrial music genre.



 This was their debut release which, music writer Jon Savage described in his 1991 book England's Dreaming, as "one of the first electropop singles."



 
This began with the idea of having a Throbbing Gristle song that was sung at football matches. "We thought of Manchester City and United – United just sounded better," the band's Genesis P-Orridge told Mojo magazine May 2014.

"We failed miserably, but thanks to the idea, the song took on a life of its own," he added.



 
P-Orridge told the story of the song to Mojo: "The lyrics were inspired by this couple we'd met in 1976 when COUM Transmissions were performing in the US – Rhoda Mappo and Billy Haddock, people we'd been in touch with via mail art," he explained. "We were struck by how in love they were, how they'd share everything and make collages together at night. We thought: 'Is there a way to deal with the idea of love without compromising our stance musically?' We sat down with a typewriter and typed it almost word perfect."



"My brain does puns and cross references, metaphors and layers of meaning almost instantaneously," he continued. "For example, 'You and I' was virtually 'united' without the 'ed' on the end. The 'You became me' line is almost prophetic about pandrogeny."



 
The band have wondered if U2 got their name from the 'She is you too' bit. P-Orridge told Mojo: "Virgin Prunes were big TG fans... Depeche Mode, Soft Cell, Daniel Miller and others were influenced by 'United' and how it opened up the possibilities for electronic music - they told us."


What instrument is producing the recurrent three-note riff?The sound is produced by a signalling horn which would have originally been used for hunting. The details below were posted by the current owner:


 During the early 1970’s Genesis (Lead Singer) would, like many people, wander around Notting Hill Gate and Portobello Road in London and old curiosity shops and antique shops anywhere s/he traveled. Always looking for anything different that made a sound Genesis found an old fox hunting “SIGNAL HORN”. It is very battered and scratched but still works just fine. By blowing harder and softer you get those two haunting and forever immortalized notes that are the “sonic hook” that makes “Hamburger Lady” so instantly recognizable.




Bits & Bobs;


· Throbbing Gristle formed in 1975 and were the first band ever to call themselves "industrial".

 · In common with all other industrial bands, TG wouldn't last 10 minutes in a real factory. They'd probably run home crying after mill girls held them down and put milk bottles over their penises, flashed their garters and then smashed the bottles off wi' cobblestones.


 · Punks threw stuff at TG and demanded they played proper punk rock. This made the Throb and the Throb's fans sneer. This made them happy. The Throb Nation is happiest when sneering,


 · The only two members of Throbbing Gristle you need to know about are Genesis P-Orridge and Cosey Fanni Tutti.


 · Genesis P-Orridge used to look like a shaved baby panda but now most people think he looks like the old British comic villain Grimly Fiendish
 · Cosey Fanni Tutti's greatest moment came when she appeared in a series of strip-tease photos in a Sunday colour supplement that caused a Radio 1 DJ to have a sexist, drooling on-air melt-down the following Monday.

 · This is a typical Throbbing Gristle lyric: "I am one of the injured/A tear blurs flesh/ Dissolving/Like an injured dog" (Six Six Sixties)


 · The Throb are directly responsible for the Nine Inch Nails who are indisputably the worst live band ever.

 · The P in Genesis P-Orridge stands for Peter.


 · Peter Orridge was the name of a notoriously cheerful birdwatcher character who appeared irregularly in the BBC radio serial The Archers from 1964 to 1972 when he moved from Ambridge to Walsall.


 · Marilyn Manson is a sort of Throbbing Gristle with tunes.


 · Hobbit's Pistle are a "semi-humorous" LA-based dwarf tribute band who play Throbbing Gristle songs on authentic medieval instruments at "Renaissance Fayres" across the US--often in the company of the UK based 'baroque and roll'" medieval-punk band Barnstormer.


 · The most important fact about Throbbing Gristle is that their fans are to be avoided at all costs.


 · Members of the Throb Nation are easily spotted by their died-black woolen Polish railway-workers caps, "individual" neck tattoos, jackboots. perma-sneers, eyeliner, thumbed-to-pulp copies of Thus Spoke Zarathustra and the fact they've all got unfinished 670.000 word novels titled Berlin on their battered black laptops.


 · That's a caricature. Some Throbsters only sneer when they hear a melody. A melody they imagine being stamped on again and again and again by the iron-shod boot of a giant man who is not a man but is a superman - the will made flesh.


 · The last Grizzler I met was working the cash register in the upbeat, happy, smiley, US-based, Polynesian-themed feel-good hippy supermarket Trader Joes. I told him I was a music journalist. He asked if I liked The Throb. I said I liked the idea of The Throb and then I pointed to the satanic pentangle necklace he wore under his jolly Hawaiian shirt.

 "Oh, are you into magic?" I asked.


 "Yeah. You could say that," he sneered. And then I felt sad. Because working in a bright and breezy, super-customer-friendly, soul-hits of-the-60s-and-70s playing neo-hippy supermarket in Philadelphia in a Hawaiian shirt must literally be a living hell for a Grister. He was probably sent there by his fellow Frobsters as a punishment for billycooing over a bunny rabbit or whistling or listening to Arcade Fire or something.


 · The Throbbing Gristle spin-off band Psychic TV came third in a televised competition to find Ireland's Eurovision Song Contest entry in 2001.

 · Here's all you really need to know about Throb. Take it away Genesis, you gibbering freak, you:


 "I used to do things like stick severed chicken's heads over my penis, and then try to masturbate them, whilst pouring maggots all over it. In Los Angeles, in 1976, at the ICA I did a performance where I was naked, I drank a bottle of whiskey and stood on a lot of tacks. And then I gave myself enemas with blood, milk and urine, and then broke wind so a jet of blood, milk and urine combined shot [out and] then licked it off the not-clean concrete floor.


 "Then I got a 10-inch nail and tried to swallow it, which made me vomit. Then Cosey helped me lick the vomit off the floor. And she was naked and trying to sever her vagina to her navel with a razor blade and she injected blood into her vagina which then trickled out, and we sucked the blood from her vagina into a syringe and injected it into eggs painted black, which we then tried to eat. And we vomited again, which we then used for enemas. Then I urinated into a large glass bottle and drank it all while it was still warm. This was all improvised. And then we gradually crawled to each other, licking the floor clean. 'Cause we don't like to leave a mess, y'know; after all, it's not fair to insult an art gallery. Chris Burden, who's known for being outrageous, walked out with his girlfriend, saying, 'This is not art, this is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen, and these people are sick'."


 · This is what we in England call "trying a bit too hard".


 · Which would make a great title for a book about Los Gristle Que Palpita.


 · Genesis P. Orridge currently runs a pony farm in Lanarkshire. But he still seethes with the desire to destroy.


 · Cosey Fanni Tutti runs a beauty salon in Bournemouth with her husband of 37 years, Wattie from the Exploited.

The second full length album (but Third Annual Report) from industrial trailblazers Throbbing Gristle sees the group move away from exploring the madness of strangers and the anonymity of society to investigate the terrors that occur when we are alone and with the people we love. In many ways this album is even more terrifying than its predecessor because these concerns are issues that seem more fearful because they are familiar. We all have dealt with sickness, contagion, the mechanization of healthcare, the whispers of the people we work with, the control and punishments dealt us by our lovers, the fear of accident and disaster, and the lurking possibility that everything we value could dissolve before our eyes. Unlike the random brutalities in the dark and antisocial labyrinth of the psychopath, these wounds are to the soul and not the body; we know them well because when they aren’t happening to us we are intimately involved with the personal tragedies of our family members and friends. Where Second Annual was a provocative glimpse into enemy territory, D.O.A takes a searing look at the friendly fire in our lives.


 To me, D.o.A is Throbbing Gristle’s most intense and personal album. Chris Carter’s new remastering of these familiar industrial classics augment the force of this one to a sometimes overwhelming level. After listening to the bonus disc at high volume I felt the irresistible urge to flee my small apartment, get into the open air and collect myself. I had to go out and wander the dead holiday streets to get a better map of where my mind was at after that overwhelming violation to my senses. I focused on how my body felt as well, I felt a kind of hollow pit in that indefinable central core of me, a little sick to my stomach and some acid in my throat. Overpowered and ill at ease is how this music made me feel.


 Central to D.o.A. are four solo tracks, one from each member of the group. The first of these, ‘Valley of the Shadow of Death,’ offered by Pete Christopherson is a shaded mask of voices winding along a dry wind, their indecipherable mood channel the paranoia of criminal code and the secret language of conspiracy (‘white phosphorous’). Few words from these field recordings are intelligible and the ones that are are menacing, something is going on in the other room, and we get the feeling it involves us but we can’t hear well enough to figure out what exactly is going on, we just feel the impending doom like through the wall technology. Genesis combines anguished catlike cries below enochian shimmers of guitar and searching lyrics in his solo piece ‘Weeping’. He wanders the space between self and other, emotion and instinct, the necessity of love and the power of will. ‘You didn’t see me weeping on the floor,’ he says with uncertainty. Techniques for creating reality and blurring ego boundaries with empathy and language are being divined here. I recall being startled one time while listening to this beautiful song and reaching over to lock my door. Cosey peers into the hidden realm of children and paints them in a light similar to Christopherson’s earlier portrait of the world of hard men with her solo ‘Hometime’. These are the vaguely familiar but secretive war games that go on between siblings and classmates. There is casual laughter, dominant explanation, and innocent wonder floating above stomach churning ambience that comes from the adult heartburn of experience. In the next piece Chris Carter explores the A-flat major chord with the modern devices of an arpeggiator and an augmented seventh creating a driving journey through the surprisingly lush harmonic airspace of four flats and a minor second. This track is prescient of the minimal dance styles that were just about to explode and the visionary work Chris and Cosey would be going on to do together.


 The two most bleak and frightening tracks of D.o.A. have to be the absolute horror of a woman in a Portland burn unit in ‘Hamburger Lady’, and the phobia of infection in ‘E-Coli’. I had listened to ‘Hamburger Lady’ many times obliviously before the song opened its tragedy to me a couple years ago while listening with a close friend. Sheets of radioactive salt drizzle and bleed from the sky like napalm in that iconic picture from Vietnam of a Kim Phuc fleeing airstrike with her back on fire, her face contorted in unimaginable pain. ‘Her ears were burned off’ is the line that really drove it home. How does one confront and live through the extremities of existence and utmost levels of near death experience are questions being asked here, the reality of the catastrophic burn survivor is portrayed as an answer or at least an addendum to the question. Burn victims are given ketamine while they heal because conventional pain therapy is absorbed by the dressings on their wounds. I can not imagine what this personal apocalypse could possibly be like. ‘E-Coli’ opens with a plague of news anchors intoning on outbreaks of food contamination, a rancid bass grows slowly and steadily with sirens of alarm flanging above. We are isolated in the hospital or obsessively washing our hands at home, afraid to eat or touch anything because of the infection, alone with a scare of voices and bacteria. When I was a child a friends’ relative contracted E-coli while pregnant and the infection spread to her abdominal cavity because she couldn’t take antibiotics safely, my mother described lifting a flap of skin off her stomach to remove the inner dressing and swab out the contamination to clean her wound when taking care of her. This is another personal apocalypse. It is interesting to note that these two most intense and visceral songs on the album each follow the two most beautiful and melodic. Are they mirrors of each other or oppositions to?

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27/9/2018 10:52 am  #1489


Re: 1001 albums you must hear before you die

DAY 414
Buzzcocks...................................Another Music In A Different Kitchen   (1978)











also forgot to write this



Buzzcocks are rightly remembered as the poppiest of the original punk bands, But they were also the most sleekly modernist, and their debut album, from it's elegant cover onwards, shows a band who had not an ounce of spare fat.It is all speed, noise, and melody, with a healthy sense of adventure and a willingness from the start to move beyond punk's rules on lyrics and sounds.

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27/9/2018 10:04 pm  #1490


Re: 1001 albums you must hear before you die

arabchanter wrote:

just spent over an hour doing a PIL post,finished it then tried to put a picture of Johnny Lydon up and the fuckin thing crashed and I lost the lot, gutted

Ouch.

Happened to me a few times over the years Mr C whilst doing my 'comps' on here (and previously Mad).

You have my sympathies Sir. Always a complete cunt of a moment.
 

 

27/9/2018 10:06 pm  #1491


Re: 1001 albums you must hear before you die

PatReilly wrote:

Listened to the Public Image album twice, because I think I should like it. Better on second listen, but still unsure.

I hated it the first time I listened to it years back. But it's strangely a bit of a grower.

Albeit I haven't listened to it for some time.

There's something rather sinister and eerie about that album. Almost like someone losing their mind.
 

 

28/9/2018 10:46 am  #1492


Re: 1001 albums you must hear before you die

DAY 412.
Thin Lizzy.......................................Live And Dangerous   (1978)














A double album is always going to be a bit of an ask for me to like, but this one did have it's moments and 50 minutes wasn't as bad as some double albums I've had to listen to.


Whether it was 75% or 25% live is no' something that particularly bothered me, Phil Lynott could certainly whip up the crowd, not that it was needed much as the blistering sound coming from the stage would have been more than enough to get the place jumpin'.


The set list set the mood right from the start with "Jailbreak" the n went on through most of their live favourites, this is another band I would like to have seen live, although I did enjoy this album I don't think I would play it that often, and as I probably have all the tracks I like already on CD, this album wont be going into my collection.




Bits & Bobs;



  Ireland’s number one rock music export, THIN LIZZY were the bees knees in the live arena of the mid-to-late 70s, spurred on as they were by their stylish singer/bassist PHIL LYNOTT, a ferocious showman and a working-class poet of the people – despite coming from the hardship of being of Afro-Guyanese-black on his father’s side and Irish-white stock on his mother’s. THIN LIZZY progressed from a romanticised, Celtic-infused trio to a twin-axed heavy-rock quartet in the space of a few years; Scott Gorham and Brian Robertson fighting over lead guitar licks from 1974, while future solo star GARY MOORE (and several others) lay in wait for the odd personnel mishap.
Formulating in Dublin at the turn of the 70s by former Belfast musicians, Eric Wrixon and Eric Bell (both of whom established themselves – though not together – with Van Morrison’s THEM), THIN LIZZY were completed with the arrival of the youthful Phil Lynott and drummer, Brian Downey; both performing at the time under the name of Orphanage. Parlophone Records in Ireland launched the quartet (then known as Thin Lizzie) via a single, `The Farmer’, although poor sales led to Wrixon bailing out; in 1979, he would again be part of THEM.



At the suggestion of managers, Ted Carroll and Brian Tuite, having already signed to Decca Records, the remaining trio relocated to London in early ‘71. The eponymous THIN LIZZY (1971) {*5} didn’t quite hit the mark, but the LP had its patrons and backers via Radio One DJ, John Peel, and Radio Luxembourg’s Kid Jensen. Possibly a tad enamoured by the untimely passing of his hero JIMI HENDRIX (and his “Experience”), main songwriter Lynott and his team sounded unpolished and rough around the edges; but there were emotive lyrical fare by way of `Look What The Wind Blew In’, `Saga Of The Ageing Orphan’ and the Mellotron-friendly `Honesty Is No Excuse’. Although only four tracks (highlights, `Remembering Part 2’ and `Things Ain’t Working Out Down On The Farm’), the exclusive “New Day” EP, showed enough promise to keep the ball rolling.



Lizzy’s sophomore set, SHADES OF A BLUE ORPHANAGE (1972) {*4}, was another to pass without garnering much attention. Bookended by a couple of null-in-void numbers to fill in 14 minutes, the record’s only saviours came through `Baby Face’, `Buffalo Gal’ and a paean to Phil’s guardian/granny, `Sarah’.
With folk-rock the focus of many a hard-edged band (Celtic, or otherwise!), THIN LIZZY shot out of the blue and into the UK Top 10, with their raw, highly original adaptation of Irish pub ballad, `Whisky In The Jar’ – spelt mysteriously from the Scots verbatim – marrying plangent lead guitar and folk-music to memorable effect. The not-so-popular flop, `Randolph’s Tango’, put paid to any solidifying chart presence, resulting in low sales for the band’s third set,
VAGABONDS OF THE WESTERN WORLD (1973) {*6}. Containing none of the aforementioned 45s (or their B-sides), it a least drew in several favourable reviews, while accompanying gem-of-a-single, `The Rocker’ – surely was one that got away. There were signs that Lizzy were finding their feet, other tracks such as `Mama Nature Said’, `Little Girl In Bloom’ and the (“Vagabond”) title track, were effective without raising the bar too high.
Bell departed later that year, his replacement being ex-SKID ROW axeman, Gary Moore, the first of many sojourns the guitarist would enjoy with the band over the course of his turbulent career. He was gone by the spring tour of the following year (subsequently joining jazz-rockers, COLOSSEUM II), the trademark twin-guitar attack introduced on these gigs courtesy of John Cann and Andy Gee. They were duly replaced more permanently by Scott Gorham and teenage Scotsman Brian Robertson, while THIN LIZZY signed a new deal with Vertigo Records, who released the NIGHTLIFE {*6} set late in ‘74. Showcasing the talent of another Scotsman, FRANKIE MILLER, Lynott’s most romantic ballad to date, `Still In Love With You’ (allegedly authored/co-authored by the vacating MOORE), seduced his expansive female following, but it was the kicking `Sha-La-La’, `She Knows’ and the funk-driven `It’s Only Money’, that won over future record buyers.



Neither this album nor 1975’s FIGHTING {*7} succeeded in realising the group’s potential, although the latter gave them their first Top 60 entry in the album chart. Gorham and Robertson’s interplay seemed to gel on this set, a set that opened with a glorious rendition of BOB SEGER’s `Rosalie’. Inspired by the latter act and the likes of SPRINGSTEEN, THIN LIZZY came of age here as they rattled off mini-jewels such as `Suicide’, `Ballad Of A Hard Man’ and Robertson’s sole contribution, `Silver Dollar’.



Partly due to the group’s blistering live shows and partly down to the massive Top 10 chart success of `The Boys Are Back In Town’, parent set JAILBREAK (1976) {*9} became a cross-atlantic Top 20 breakthrough. One of Lizzy’s most consistent sets of their career, it veered from the power-chord rumble and triumphant male bonding of “Boys…” to the epic Celtic clarion call of group composition, `Emerald’. The brooding, thuggish rifferama of the title track was another highlight, Lynott’s rich, liquor-throated drawl sounding by turns threatening and conspiratorial.
JOHNNY THE FOX (1976) {*7} nearly followed it into the UK Top 10 later in the year, a record which lacked the continuity of its predecessor, but nevertheless spawned another emotive, visceral hard rock hit single in `Don’t Believe A Word’; `Borderline’, `Massacre’ and the story-centric `Johnny The Fox Meets Jimmy The Weed’, pushed their boundaries at a time when punk-rock was just around the bend.



Phil’s dramatic and theatrical character-driven lyrics were what marked THIN LIZZY out from the heavy-rock pack; his outlaw-with-a-broken-heart voice and the propulsive economy of the arrangements were light-years away from the warbling and posturing of 70s proto-metal. Accordingly, Lizzy were one of the few rock bands who gained any respect from punks and indeed, Lynott, subsequently formed an extracurricular project with The DAMNED’s Rat Scabies, as well as working with some of the band and ex-SEX PISTOLS, Paul Cook and Steve Jones (as The Greedies on the Xmas 1980 single, `A Merry Jingle’).



A 1977 American tour saw a returning Moore fill in for Robertson, who’d severed tendons in his hand in a fight, although the guitarist was back in place for a headlining spot at Reading Festival later that year. Drug dependency and a bout of hepatitis also dogged progress for Lynott.



The Tony Visconti-produced BAD REPUTATION (1977) {*7} graced the Top 5 (and US Top 40), its strength lying between the swinging/swaggering of `Dancing In The Moonlight (It’s Caught Me In Its Spotlight)’ smash hit – very much in the vein of Celtic compatriot, VAN MORRISON – and the rambunctious title track.
But it was through blistering live work that THIN LIZZY had made their name, and they finally got around to releasing a concert double-set in 1978. LIVE AND DANGEROUS (1978) {*9} remains deservedly revered as a career landmark, as vital, razor-sharp and unrestrained as any of its kind in the history of rock. Premiered by a Top 20 bravado collision medley of `Rosalie’ and `Cowgirls’ Song’, it highlighted near-forgotten re-vamps of the early songs alongside classic-rock repertoire.



Later that summer, THIN LIZZY again took to the road with Moore (Robertson departed to form WILD HORSES) undertaking his third stint in the band alongside Mark Nauseef, who was deputising for an absent Downey. Previewed by the keening exhilaration of third Top 10 hit, `Waiting For An Alibi’, BLACK ROSE: A ROCK LEGEND (1979) {*7} was the last great Lizzy album. Placing all-out rockers alongside more traditionally influenced material, the set produced another two major UK hits in the defiant `Do Anything You Want To’ and the poignant `Sarah’, the latter a new and beautifully realised tribute to Phil’s baby daughter.



GARY MOORE, meanwhile, had been enjoying solo chart success with `Parisienne Walkways’, the Lizzy frontman guesting/credited on vocals. By late ‘79, MOORE was out, however, and Lynott secured the unlikely services of another Scot, MIDGE URE, to fulfil touring commitments. When the latter subsequently departed to front ULTRAVOX, the frontman replaced him with ex-PINK FLOYD man, Snowy White.



Early 1980 saw Lynott marrying Caroline Crowther (daughter of TV celeb, Leslie), and it seemed the man had finally settled down to domesticity; the unadventurous “Solo In Soho” caught fans off-guard as LYNOTT showed another side to his versatility.



Later that year saw the release of CHINATOWN {*5}, although the Midas touch was lost when Top 10 breaker `Killer On The Loose’ received restricted airplay in the event of the serial killer “Yorkshire Ripper” spate of murders; `We Will Be Strong’, `Sweetheart’ and the hit title track were above the pop-rock crimes on board here.
When `Trouble Boys’ failed to register a Top 50 placing and its overblown parent set, RENEGADE (1981) {*4} followed it to bargain-bin status, THIN LIZZY’s popularity or “bad reputation” was clearly on the wane as they struggled to maintain any momentum; `Hollywood (Down On Your Luck)’ also stalled at No.53. Meanwhile, the singer received short-shrift for his hook-line sophomore solo set, “The Philip Lynott Album”, in 1982.



With the addition of ex-TYGERS OF PAN TANG guitarist John Sykes and keyboardist Darren Wharton, THIN LIZZY released something of a belated comeback album in the Top 5, THUNDER AND LIGHTNING (1983) {*6}. `Cold Sweat’, the head-banging title track and `The Sun Goes Down’, sold with decreasing sales figures and it was to be the group’s studio swansong. By the release of concert set, LIFE – LIVE (1983) {*5}, the group had already split; Lynott, and initially Downey, formed the short-lived GRAND SLAM.



PHIL LYNOTT eventually carried on with his solo career in ‘85, after settling his differences with MOORE. The pair recorded the driving `Out In The Fields’, a resounding Top 5 hit and a lesson in consummate heavy-rock for the hundreds of dismal mid-80s bands wielding a guitar and a poodle haircut. A follow-up single, `Nineteen’, proved to be LYNOTT’s parting shot, his life curtailed after dying from a drugs overdose on the 4th of January 1986 – he was only 35. As family, rock stars and well-wishers crowded into a small chapel in Southern Ireland for LYNOTT’s low-key funeral, the rock world mourned the loss of one of its most talented, charismatic and much-loved figureheads. Towards the end of the millennium, THIN LIZZY (Gorham, Sykes, Wharton, plus journeymen rhythm team, Marco Mendoza and Tommy Aldridge) played several LYNOTT-tribute shows; concert set ONE NIGHT ONLY (2000) {*4} evidence that their late great frontman was sadly missed. Ditto LIVE IN LONDON 2011 {*5} recorded at Hammersmith Apollo, with The ALMIGHTY’s Ricky Warwick (vocals/guitar) filling the boots of Phil; guitarist Vivian Campbell playing a role before swanning off to join the ranks of DEF LEPPARD; HIGH VOLTAGE: RECORDED LIVE (2011) {*4} was an unnecessary addition to any collection.



Thankfully, out of respect to the great LYNOTT, Gorham, Downey and Co decided on a change of moniker, taking the name BLACK STAR RIDERS, from the outlaws in the movie, Tombstone; Downey found it tough going and duly departed (as did Wharton; replaced by veteran Jimmy DeGrasso) before the recording of the Top 30-selling, “All Hell Breaks Loose” (2013).






Thin Lizzy's best record was a double live album, says Michael Hann. Just how authentically 'live' it was is debatable but relatively important, instead it shows us that we've lost something along the way


Earlier this year, I was asked to DJ before the third of the Hold Steady’s three London shows. Of course, I was always going to say yes, but I extracted a price: that they let me choose and cue up their walk-on music. For years and years, I’ve wanted to hear a rock & roll band walk on stage to Thin Lizzy’s ‘Are You Ready?’ First, it cues up the show lyrically – “Are you ready to rip it up? Are you ready to tear it down?” – and, second, it acts as test. ‘Are You Ready?’ is a song so taut and single-minded, so devastatingly exciting, that if a band can follow it, then they deserve to be on the stage. It makes me feel old-fashioned, as if the natural position of the left foot is on the monitor and fingers were made to be curled into fists and thrown into the air. It makes me want to drink whisky. I can’t stand whisky.


 ‘Are You Ready?’ doesn’t appear on any of Thin Lizzy’s studio albums. It was released on the 1978 album Live And Dangerous, “recorded” (the inverted commas are important) in London in 1976 and Toronto in 1977. Live And Dangerous might not be the best live album ever made, but it’s the best album Thin Lizzy ever made, a double album that’s pretty much a pleasure from start to finish, and a live album without any of the manifold vices that traditionally afflicted such records: no 20-minute solo spots, little in the way extended interaction with the crowd, no radically inferior reworkings of beloved songs in order to keep the band mildly interested in their 3,923rd performance of it.


 It would also be impossible for a band of Thin Lizzy’s status now to release a live album as anything other than a tour souvenir, certainly not for it become a definitive part of their catalogue. When Live And Dangerous was released, Lizzy had managed two top 10 albums and two top 10 singles. A slight air of underachievement loitered: greatness hung about them, but never quite enveloped them. Live And Dangerous, a double platinum album in the UK, allowed them to make the step to greatness.


 That Live And Dangerous became the most beloved and popular Thin Lizzy album is a product of circumstance. Through the 1960 and 1970s, live albums served specific purposes. They might act as de facto greatest hits records; they might capture the live magnificence of a group not deemed to have quite bottled the magic when they went into the studio; they served as a flab-free introduction to groups that a label wanted to get behind but couldn’t quite find a way to sell; they were the way to bypass inconsistent albums to produce a single collection that could be marketed strongly.


 Live And Dangerous ticked all those boxes. Every important song Lizzy had written up to its recording was there (discounting, as Phil Lynott did, the folksy early recordings), so it was a greatest hits; it captured the band in full flight in a way they hadn’t really managed in the studio; it was easily marketable, right down to the startling cover image, which had been intended for the back until a last-minute switch; and it dealt with Lizzy’s ever-present inconsistency in sterling style. Maybe UFO, a similarly patchy and underachieving studio band, were paying attention, because the following year they released Strangers In The Night, another double live record that also elevated a slightly marginal group to the front rank by means of ruthless concentration on their strengths.


 The argument that still swirls around it is whether it really is a live album. Tony Visconti, the producer, would later say 75% of the music came from studio recordings, and that only the drums were consistently from the shows. Lizzy’s manager, Chris O’Donnell, insisted it was the other way around, and 75% of the music came from the gigs. Lizzy guitarist Brian Robertson, bullishly, insisted it was almost all live, because Lizzy played so loud that it would be impossible to isolate individual tracks from the whole recording to overdub.


 Given that even the principals don’t agree, we will never know the truth, unless someone digs out unaltered masters from the original shows. Still, we can get an idea in the form of the 2009 release Still Dangerous (Live At The Tower Theatre Philadelphia 1977), a show that although not officially credited, Visconti has said was used for Live And Dangerous. Live And Dangerous is certainly harder and punchier, but then it did have Tony Visconti overseeing it for a prestige release (that said, Still Dangerous was produced by Glyn Johns and Scott Gorham, and mixed and mastered by Johns). What one can probably say with some degree of sureness is that Lynott’s vocals for Live And Dangerous were overdubbed, and probably some of the guitars were, too. It’s not that Still Dangerous is sloppy, more that is sounds like a rock band – there are slight mistimings, the odd flubbed note. Nothing too serious, but it’s not the diamond-hard perfection of Live And Dangerous.


 If you compare, for example the versions of ‘Baby Drives Me Crazy’ – hands down the worst song on Live And Dangerous – on the two albums, you get the picture. It’s an utterly unremarkable 12-bar shuffle, and on Still Dangerous it can’t possibly transcend that. I would claim it suddenly reaches transcendence on Live And Dangerous, but it gets a long way closer to being interesting than it would without some studio interference.


 For some, Live And Dangerous is discredited because of the suspicion of it being largely a studio album. But, really, does it fucking matter? Even if lacks veracity, it has verisimilitude. It sounds like you are at a phenomenally exciting rock & roll show: it roars out of the speakers at you, in a way that makes you feel as though you might have been standing in the stalls at Hammersmith Odeon. Everyone who has bought or downloaded a bootleg, or watched a rock band on TV, knows how badly served they can be by anything approaching a true recording: underpowered where there was force, tinny where there was depth, every error amplified, and the thwump in your sternum when pedal meets kick drum replaced with the nagging feeling that maybe it really is a bit of a ragged mess. Why would anyone want that from an official live album? Do what you want in the studio: make it feel like being at the gig, please (and if you were at the gig and it doesn’t exactly chime with your memories, well, it’s an album – it’s intended for more than the people at the gig).


 But none of the arguments about Live And Dangerous would have taken place had it not been for the brilliance of the songs and the wondrousness of the band. Gorham and Robertson’s playing, wherever they were doing it, is electrifying, and Brian Downey was one of hard rock’s most supple drummers, capable of swinging and pummelling, where too many of his contemporaries could manage one or the other, but never both. They did the songs complete justice. And, oh, those songs. Every facet of Lynott’s persona was on display here: the warrior king (my least favourite, to be honest, but there’s an undeniable comic book thrill to ‘Emerald’ and ‘Massacre’), the gangleader poet (‘Johnny The Fox Meets Jimmy The Weed’, ‘The Boys Are Back In Town’), the rock macho man (‘Are You Ready?’, ‘Jailbreak’) and, most prominently, the bruised romantic (‘Still I Love With You’, ‘Don’t Believe A Word’, ‘Dancing In The Moonlight’). That last facet of Lynott was crucial in humanising the others, undercutting the machismo with sad-eyed vulnerability and acceptance of his own flaws. It’s the reason why zealous feminist friends will engage in long discussions of their favourite Thin Lizzy songs, with just a tut at the sexism (“Hey you, good looking female, come here,” from ‘Jailbreak’ may be the least prepossessing seduction line in pop history.


 Listening to Live And Dangerous now makes you regret that the days of the statement live record have passed. Perhaps studio albums became more consistent, and there was less need for the summation. Maybe the advent of the greatest hits with the two brand new bonus tracks meant it was no longer economically sensible to invest in a big push around a live record. The transition of music from an audio to a video medium in the 1980s certainly meant the focus of major record labels switched to selling their artists through MTV, and while the performance-plus-candid style of clip served hair metal bands through the decade, a straightahead live clip was unsellable, so perhaps live albums became an afterthought for that reason.


 There were outbreaks of enthusiasm – MTV Unplugged produced some huge sellers, and Nirvana’s appearance resulted in a live album that was canonical. But the live album became an afterthought: when you could buy shows from a band’s website straight after the show, why would an “official” live album matter one jot? If you could watch endless decent quality live footage on YouTube, why would you want some sprawling set taking up shelf space. Occasionally, still, someone puts out a live album that a fan might recommend to a non-fan as a good starting point – Daft Punk’s Alive 2007, Kate Bush’s Before The Dawn, perhaps – but the live album as event is dead. The power and grace of Live And Dangerous makes that seem like an awful shame.






A tenuous link between Thin Lizzy and Dundee.



 Thin Lizzy band’s original lead guitarist Eric Bell, who was a fan of John Mayall’s Bluesbreakers, bought a copy of The Dandy comic after seeing Eric Clapton depicted reading a copy of its sister publication The Beano on the cover of the 1966 album Bluesbreakers with Eric Clapton.


 Eric Bell suggested Tin Lizzie, the name of a robot character from the comic, itself named for the common nickname for the iconic Ford Model T car. Bell also suggested they change ‘Tin’ to ‘Thin’ to play on the Irish accent’s propensity to drop the ‘h’.


 After a while, Lynott and Downey agreed to the idea and the name stuck, as they thought the confusion was amusing and would create a talking point. For some of their early gigs, the band were mistakenly promoted as “Tin Lizzy” or “Tin Lizzie”






 
True story about his wedding day


Phil Lynott was going out with Leslie Crowther's ( from Crackerjack and The Price Is Right) daughter, they had a 14 month old daughter before they were married.

At the Father of the brides speech, Crowther said " When Phillip asked for my daughters hand in marriage, I said why not? You've had everything else"



According to Phil Lynott's official biography, Cowboy Song, Thin Lizzy's pioneering twin guitar sound was a mistake. "Brian Robertson was doing a take and the engineer left a delay on his guitar, a millisecond, so he was harmonizing with himself," Scott Gorham recalled. "We kept doing it on other songs, although we weren't thinking about it as a Thin Lizzy sound until we read about it in the paper."



Unusually for an Irish rock star, Phil Lynott did not like Guinness. His favorite tipple was Smithwick's, a red ale style beer brewed in Kilkenny.



Though a very proud Irishman, Phil Lynott was actually born in West Bromwich, near Birmingham, in England.           
 


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28/9/2018 10:50 am  #1493


Re: 1001 albums you must hear before you die

DAY 415.
Van Halen...........................................................Van Halen   (1978)










Van Halen’s eponymous debut is among their most influential and critically acclaimed work, with nearly every track being a hit or a classic rock staple. This is the album that introduced the world to the heretofore-unheard-of guitar tapping technique innovated by Eddie Van Halen, as well as the over the top performance style of David Lee Roth.This album laid the blueprint for heavy metal and hair metal throughout the 1980s and beyond.
 


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29/9/2018 8:50 am  #1494


Re: 1001 albums you must hear before you die

This is a great thread, only just got caught up with it but it's a fantastic read and given me a wee list of bands/albums to check out.

Glad that there are others out there who feel the same way as I do about Springsteen. Don't mind listening to the hits now and then and I presume he's fantastic live but I just can't get into his stuff.

 

29/9/2018 10:17 am  #1495


Re: 1001 albums you must hear before you die

Springsteen: never liked him.

See for the Throbbing Gristle review, a/c, I was scanning it before reading and this phrase, or a particular word, stood out: "more or less gash". Well you certainly got 'gash' with Cossi Fanni Tutti.

I like 'One Nation' but again, it's a sort of mood thing. None of my pals were ever into funk and soul to the same extent as me, so it was the type of music I listened to in my house, rather than out and about. 

Tin Lizzie? I'll raise you a Tin Ribs (only loosely related, but funnier than a Csaba 'Man City' comment):
 

 

29/9/2018 10:44 am  #1496


Re: 1001 albums you must hear before you die

Rick Dagless wrote:

This is a great thread, only just got caught up with it but it's a fantastic read and given me a wee list of bands/albums to check out.

Glad that there are others out there who feel the same way as I do about Springsteen. Don't mind listening to the hits now and then and I presume he's fantastic live but I just can't get into his stuff.

Cheers bud, nice to hear comments, good or bad it means somebody's taking an interest, comments are always welcome.


Also nice to hear you've got a wee list, that fir me what it's all about, finding wee gems that I might never of listened to, if it wasn't for this book. 
 


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29/9/2018 10:49 am  #1497


Re: 1001 albums you must hear before you die

PatReilly wrote:

Tin Lizzie? I'll raise you a Tin Ribs (only loosely related, but funnier than a Csaba 'Man City' comment):
 

Sorry Pat, Tin Lizzie wins by a mile, just look at the last line  




 


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29/9/2018 11:00 am  #1498


Re: 1001 albums you must hear before you die

arabchanter wrote:

Rick Dagless wrote:

This is a great thread, only just got caught up with it but it's a fantastic read and given me a wee list of bands/albums to check out.

Glad that there are others out there who feel the same way as I do about Springsteen. Don't mind listening to the hits now and then and I presume he's fantastic live but I just can't get into his stuff.

Cheers bud, nice to hear comments, good or bad it means somebody's taking an interest, comments are always welcome.


Also nice to hear you've got a wee list, that fir me what it's all about, finding wee gems that I might never of listened to, if it wasn't for this book. 
 

 
Aye there's something great about discovering a band and their music for the first time. Threads like this are perfect for it.

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29/9/2018 11:00 am  #1499


Re: 1001 albums you must hear before you die

DAY 416.
Willie Colon And Ruben Blades..................................Siembra   (1978)











This essential release was the result of a collaboration between salsa titans Willie Colon, a New York City trombonist/bandleader, and Ruben Blades a singer/songwriter/actor from Panama.


Colon had been a salsa pioneer and his collaborations with Hector Lavoe and Celia Cruz are milestones, but with Blades he practiced music making with a social conscience.
Strong narratives complemented by stellar playing............no wonder this was also salsa's first million seller.


I thought that said Willie Collum to start with



Will try and catch up the night.

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29/9/2018 11:25 am  #1500


Re: 1001 albums you must hear before you die

I thought that said Willie Collum to start with

he'll always be Willie Colon to me now

 

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