Chelsea Girl

I was listening to Ride the other day, sparked off by an interview with them in The Guardian recently (about their re-union) and a recent clip of them playing live for a radio station I saw somewhere online. I think I’ve said this before but I often thought the guitars on their first few e.p.s and the first two albums were tremendous, a swirling, overdriven, effects pedal pleasure. The drumming was top notch too. It was the vocals (and the lyrics) that were off putting- although I realised this weekend that I can live with Mark Gardener’s vocals much more than Andy Bell’s. After the second lp they fell under the spell of Oasis and the brasher 90s version of Creation Records, and started making classic 60s rock. Much less interesting. Their early stuff definitely has its moments- Chelsea Girl is the first song on their first piece of vinyl.

Chelsea Girl

Complotto Geometrico

I finally bagged a vinyl copy of this Andrew Weatherall remix recently, two years after it first came out digitally. Seven minutes thirty six seconds of chuggy, cosmic, Italo brilliance.

Complotto Geometrico (Andrew Weatherall Remix)

Fell From The Sun

This song continues the (unintentional) sun/clouds theme I’ve been riffing on here recently- Toy and Jane Weaver with an excellent slice of psyche-folk (released for RSD 2015). The guitars remind me a bit of Ocean by The Velvet Underground, and a few other things I can’t quite put my finger on. Understated and restrained.

If you haven’t got Jane Weaver’s album from last year, The Silver Globe, please go out and get it right now.

In A Cloud

The recent Moon Duo album- Shadow of the Sun- is getting to be a favourite of mine for this year. On vinyl it’s an eight track album with an additional two songs on a 7″ single. Husband and wife duo Sanae Yamada and Ripley Johnson have added a real life, human drummer this time around and the usual two chord, drone rock is all present and correct. The real beauty though is the song In A Cloud. It’s a slowed down, gorgeous ballad- spacey guitar chords, hazy and loved up vocals, and a guitar solo that drips like honey. It’s almost Balearic in its summery loveliness.

In A Cloud

Sunrise

Ctel posted this at Acid Ted last week. I have played it multiple times since. I don’t know how much our readership overlaps so I thought I’d post it here too as it really deserves to reach a wider audience. Pearl’s Cab Ride are a nine piece funk and soul band from Humberside. Mono Life is a musician/producer based in Yorkshire. In this just shy of ten minutes remix Mono Life sends Pearl’s Cab Ride on a trip that takes in a bit of dub, some horns, heavy and wobbly bass, a stretched vocal and the second summer of love. It’s a lovely, sprawling joy ride- that’s not to say that it drifts or lacks focus- it’s all worked out perfectly. It’s like having your hand held while watching the sun come up, like the endorphin rush when being kissed for the first time. Sunrise even makes the Manchester Ship Canal look beautiful and romantic This needs a proper release, preferably on 12″ vinyl.

Rare Gloom

This is a treat- an hour long mix by Timothy J Fairplay for Pinkman records, from the darker edge of the dancefloor. I can hear the soundtracks from horror films, Goblin, electro, Bladerunner and dark, dry ice filled rooms in the early-to-mid 90s. Timothy J has called this Rare Gloom which suits it very well. The mix includes a limited edition 7″ single he did for RSD and a new one from his ravier alter-ego Junior Fairplay. Free download. This, I’ve just noticed, is my 2500th post.

Wrong Meeting

In the middle of the last decade Two Lone Swordsmen moved from making high quality machine funk to adding live guitars and bass and digging out the rockabilly and garage band influences, with Weatherall singing. In 2004 they put out From The Double Gone Chapel (which had a cover of the Gun Club’s Sex Beat) and then in 2007 the Wrong Meeting double set of albums in a lovely box with an art print and a t-shirt. In 2005 or 2006 they did a short tour as a ‘proper’ band including a gig at Sankey’s Soap which I attended. The picture shows them playing in Edinburgh. The Soundcloud player below is a live recording of the band playing the title track from Wrong Meeting at the Bloc Weekender, posted by TLS guitarist Chris Rotter. Very good too- dirty guitars, rolling rhythm, sleazy fun.

I think there was video footage of this somewhere on the net at some point but I can’t find it at the moment.

You Don’t Change Or I Don’t Notice You Changing

I’m not going to move on from this little Alex Chilton inspired run without mentioning Teenage Fanclub. When Bandwagonesque came out in 1991 music journalists were falling over themselves to praise it and then the really clever ones started saying they were just ripping off Big Star. Which led to a thousand indie kids beating a path to the record shop to buy Big Star records. I always thought they sounded as much like Neil Young and Crazy Horse, or a slightly mellower Scottish Dinosaur Jr as much as Big Star. But anyway, Teenage Fanclub have many wonderful songs. I was going to post God Knows It’s True but JC did that recently at the Vinyl Villain so I’ll go with Everything Flows from A Catholic Education instead. The ramshackleness of their early days is a joy to behold. In this song they also nailed a pretty specific feeling in the lyrics.

Everything Flows

Left Of The Dial

There can’t be many bigger fans of yesterday’s postee Alex Chilton than Paul Westerberg. In fact, he even wrote a song called Alex Chilton. Westerberg’s 80s indie-punk  band The Replacements deserve a place in every record collection. Starting out as snotty teenage Mid West punks they (matured is probably the wrong word) eventually made several excellent albums, the pinnacle being Let It Be, a stone cold classic. They managed to sabotage their career on multiple occasions, through drunkeness, bad timing and bad luck. Left Of The Dial is one of their ragged anthems, a tribute to where on your radio tuner you need to go to find more interesting sounds.

Left Of The Dial

The Letter

This song by The Box Tops was a big hit in 1967. Written by Wayne Carson Thompson it’s a perfect little 60s number, less than two minutes long, and with a great organ break and aeroplane sound effects during the middle eight. It’s astonishing too that Alex Chilton was only sixteen years old when he recorded the vocal. He sounds so much older. One of those songs that seem to be linked permanently with footage of helicopters and Vietnamese jungle.

The Letter