The Return Of Friday Night Is Rockabilly Night 84

It’s Friday night and I’m off to a works do/disco. Always difficult affairs aren’t they- the combination of alcohol, people you work with and like, people you work with and tolerate, and people you work with who can drive you up the wall. Add in some awful music from a small club dj and you’ve got an evening made for disaster. Then there’s the dress code- some people completely over the top in celebrity-reality TV show dog’s dinner and some people looking like they’ve popped in on the way back from B and Q on a Sunday afternoon. On the other hand I can’t remember the last time I went out on a Friday night so let’s make the best of it eh?

So, like Vic Gallon in 1956, I’m Gone. This record features a very young rockabilly legend Dean Goffey on lead guitar and a whole heap of reverb.

I’m Gone

We Don’t Have The Time For Psychological Romance

No time for psychological romance? What’s up with you man? Not that I’m sure what psychological romance is.

Word Up by Cameo is an absurdly good record. That codpiece always gets mentioned which reduces the record a little and turns it into an 80s novelty when it’s anything but. Word Up is a funky, dirty, slapbass monster that can still rock a dancefloor today.

Meanwhile John Steinbeck contemplates psychological romance, from his armchair, sometime in the 1930s.

Word Up

While I’m here, hello to readers in Haiti! One of the stats Blogger gives me is that it shows where readers come from- usually and mainly the UK and the US followed by various European countries and Canada. This week Haitian Bagging Area readers number forty- or one reader reading on forty different occasions. On some combination. This boggles my mind slightly- that a person or people in Haiti read my witterings, written in my room in M33.


A free treat from Public Service Broadcasting at the end of their current tour- latest single Everest (full of public information film samples about climbing on the roof of the world), remixed Balearic style by The Centaurs, bassline to the fore and some atmospheric synths and bleeps. Seven and a half minutes of ice pick and crampon joy. It’s at Soundcloud (free download).

Tell Me

More retro rock from North America- this time from California’s Allah Las, who couldn’t sound more 1965 Stones/Byrds if they tried. Usually bands have to come from late 80s/early 90s Liverpool to sound this much mid-60s. Folk-rock guitars, harmonies, sunshine and Nuggets, and reverb turned up to ten. It’s very well done. Is it any good? I really can’t tell at the moment.

Tell Me (What’s On Your Mind)

Beware The Hooded Fang

Ok, I know that that’s the Hooded Claw with Penelope Pitstop and not the Canadian indie-surf/Tijuana brass, guitar twanglers Hooded Fang, but it’s close enough.

Hooded Fang’s Tosta Mista album could be one of this year’s most enjoyable listens- it’s short and to the point, full of bright and breezy 60s hooks, 80s indie-punk lo-fi spirit and upbeat despite mostly being about a break-up. I like it- its got charm and a bit of charm goes a long way. And that’s what counts as a review here today.

The Hooded Claw had neither a hood nor a claw and was the alter-ego of Penelope’s guardian Sylvester Sneekly who tried to kill her to grab her fortune… it’s a cheap cartoon. Who cares?


Boom Bop

Westworld’s Sonic Boom Boy was in the music round of the pub quiz recently and sent at least two of us on a discussion of the dress sense and attractiveness of singer Elizabeth Westwood (and the merits of the song). Westworld mixed up 50s rockabilly and comics with beatboxes and sequenced stuff, not too far from early BAD, just a bit poppier. Westworld also had in their ranks Derwood, a former member of Generation X making a bid for pop glory. This was the remix from the B-side of the 12″ single-

Sonic Boom Bop

And this was the video-

A genuine hit single (number 11 in 1987), this was the TOTP appearance-

Without getting all TV talking head clipshow about it, our kids just don’t have the benefit of seeing bands play Top Of The Pops, watching the good stuff shine amid all the shite.

Joe Maher

It’s been reported that Joe Maher of Flowered Up has died. Joe was guitarist and younger brother of singer Liam Maher (who died in 2009). Flowered Up left behind a small but brightly coloured, e-fuelled back catalogue including this cover version of a Right Said Fred song (done for a Heavenly Records ep) which I’ve always liked. RIP Joe.

Don’t Talk Just Kiss