Song For Denise

It’s the last day of August, the end of summer pretty much. Back To School signs decorate the supermarkets, night is already drawing in noticeably sooner, the political situation is dire. The football’s fairly grim from where I’m sitting too. Autumn is coming. But I refuse to go gently into September without a final summer musical blow out. This track, Song For Denise by Piano Fantasia, was an Italo- house single released across various European countries in 1985. It then got a speedy re-release on 12″ in 1989 when house music demanded pianos, a certain bpm count and good feelings. According to an interview with him in N-R-G magazine from March 1990 Andrew Weatherall was the man in the UK who picked up on Song For Denise and spun it, pushing it into the clubs. Thirty four years later it sounds magnificent, the essence of summer days spent without a care in the world, suntans, shorts and cigarettes, sunshine and love. Yeah, the crashing drums are a bit mid- 80s but the keyboard stabs, the fat synth bass, those piano runs and chords and slightly melancholic synth strings are bliss.

Song For Denise

As Flies To Wanton Boys

“As flies to wanton boys, we are for the gods. They will kill us for the sport. Soon, the science will not only be able to slow down the ageing of the cells, soon the science will fix the cells to the state and so we will become eternal. Only accidents, crimes, wars will still kill us but unfortunately crimes and wars will multiply. I love football.”

I’m not going to comment on the genius of Cantona, his quoting King Lear or his dress at a formal UEFA awards ceremony. It’s all there to be enjoyed by each of us. It is worth in the clip below watching the faces of the footballers in the audience, Lionel Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo among them, and wondering what they are making of King Eric, the only footballer that matters.

If You Catch Me At The Border I Got Visas In My Name

A month ago I watched the excellent documentary Matangi/Maya/M.I.A., a film about the life, music and politics of M.I.A. The film is made up of home video footage, TV appearances, time spent with Justine Frischmann and on the road with Elastica, interviews and various shaky, hand held video camera and phone clips. It’s a fascinating document, energetic and gripping. Much of the film centres around a visit to Sri Lanka which Maya extends longer than intended and the impact this has on her convictions and politics and the effect this then has on her music, her view of herself as an immigrant and a Londoner. As her music becomes more popular and widespread she walks into various controversies. She is accused by the US media of being a terrorist sympathiser (her father was a founding Tamil Tiger). She is set up by the New York Times and responds by tweeting the journalist’s mobile phone number. She is invited by Madonna to appear with her at half time during the Superbowl and gives the whole of Middle America the middle finger. Her ambition and attitude are evident from the star and she comes across very well too, likeable and genuinely questioning her own attitudes and beliefs. She has swagger and self- belief and has made some of the best pop songs of the 21st century.

I’ve posted this before but it never gets tired, a thrilling pop- rap blast riding in on that Mick Jones Straight To Hell guitar sample, Diplo’s production and M.I.A.’s lyrics about people’s perceptions of immigrants (hence the gun shots and cash registers of the chorus).

Paper Planes

The best use of a Clash sample? Maybe so. Norman Cook and Beats International made very good use of Paul Simonon’s bassline for Dub Be Good To Me in 1990, with Lindy Layton’s sweet vocal and The SOS Band’s song.

Dub Be Good To Me (LP version)

In 1994 Deee Lite sampled the wheezy organ from Armagideon Times for Apple Juice Kissing, a song about kissing on the back row of the movies and therefore a much less political song than Paper Planes, Straight To Hell or The Clash’s cover of Willie Williams’ reggae tune but all part of life’s rich tapestry. And a very smart use of a Clash sample too.

Apple Juice Kissing

These Are Dark Days That We’re Living In

I suppose at the least one thing was made very clear yesterday, 28th August 2019, and that is that there can be no doubts now about where we all stand. The hard right wing of the Tory Party that have taken over government of the UK, an unelected government and Prime Minister, have no fear of getting rid of democracy to impose their will on us. The decision to prorogue parliament, no matter what they say about the Queen’s speech, normal process and preparing legislation for domestic policies, has been taken to enforce a No Deal Brexit. The trio who visited the Queen yesterday to tell her to sign the paperwork to approve suspending parliament, to prevent it from challenging the government and it’s No Deal fanaticism, have shown what Johnson and his government are. This is an undemocratic, right wing coup. If this was happening in another country, another Western liberal democracy, the media would be reporting it as such, and portraying it as a step on the road to dictatorship. Yet still we see vox pop interviews on the TV news with ordinary people saying that Brexit must be delivered whatever the cost. The cost is democracy.

The government and its advisers care for nothing else except delivering Brexit at the end of October. The constitution, democracy, the United Kingdom (Scotland will surely depart in the next five years), peace in Northern Ireland, everything else, is collateral damage. This also illustrates the weakness of the British political system and fragility of an unwritten constitution. Tradition and convention have been bent out of shape and there is no actual system of checks and balances to protect us from a power grab by the executive. We have a constitutional monarch who cannot interfere with politics. At least in a republic the head of state has legal powers to prevent executives from running out of control. From the palace’s point of view, I guess it has at least distracted everyone from that nasty business with Prince Andrew, the underage girls and the dead paedophile.

This is and always has been about the Tory party. In the 90s pro and anti- EU Tories split the Major government. They’ve been arguing about it ever since. One Tory Prime minister offered a referendum because the Tory party were frightened of the far right UKIP. Another attempted to appeal to both wings to get the UK out of the EU after the referendum. A third is now going to suspend parliament to drive No Deal through (partly in response to the battering the Tory party got from Farage at the elections in May). A few hundred thousand Tries chose the latest Prime Minister despite his history of lies and incompetence. We are all now paying the price of the Tory party and it’s problem with Europe.

The opposition are hopelessly split. Individual MPs speak sense but cannot collectively agree on a strategy. There is no precedent for a legal challenge and the media have been undermining the courts since the 2016 vote (Enemies Of The People anyone?). The Labour Party has spent three years fudging the issue. A vote of no confidence looks unlikely to succeed- the maths doesn’t add up; a government that doesn’t care about parliament would probably attempt to ride it out anyway; a date for a general election would be determined by the Prime Minister and my guess is he’d go for some time after 31st October.

Following the moment in May 1970 that the US army acted against it’s own people, shooting four students dead at an anti- Vietnam demonstration in Ohio, Neil Young sang ‘tin soldiers and Nixon’s coming/We’re finally on our own’. I think that is where we’re at, finally on our own. We have to take to the streets. Last night’s protests can only be the beginning.

At the start of this 1993 Sly and Lovechild remix the voice of the Reverend Jasper Williams speaks out over some piano- ‘these are dark days that we’re living in, bad situations, a world of tensions and frustrations, joys and sorrows, violences and upheavals, you don’t know hardly which way to turn… but you’ve got to have a determination that I’m going on anyhow’.

The World According To… Weatherall (Soul Of Europe Mix)

Radiation

Back from a couple of days in London late last night, from baking sunshine and temperatures well over 30 degrees. This Weatherall remix of Meatraffle is red hot too.

 

Well It’s Not For A Price

I assumed 2016’s Post Pop Depression was Iggy’s last album- it had a finality about it, it seemed to say over and out. But no, Iggy’s back. Like 1999’s Avenue B and the pair of French inspired albums he did, this current single dials the rock back and shows a more contemplative, introspective sound.

James Bond is from Free, out in September, with contributions from jazz trumpeter Leron Thomas, singer Faith Vern and lyrics from Sarah Lipstate, Iggy letting others lead the way and him just happy to swim along with them. Last year’s Teatime Dub Encounters e.p. with Underworld and now this show Jim/Iggy is still engaged, still inspired and still cutting it.

Bank Holiday Monday Long Song

Released in August 1979, forty years old this month,  Bela Lugosi’s Dead was the debut release by Bauhaus, a single recorded live (or undead) in the studio during a six hour session. The song is a weird opening statement, a nine minute dub goth track that starts out with skeletal drumming, creaking sounds as if doors are opening and then the scratchy dub guitar. Peter Murphy’s vocals don’t come in for several minutes, the song unwinding slowly but with intent- ‘white on white translucent black capes/ Back on the rack/ Bela Lugosi’s dead/ The bats have left the bell tower… Bela Lugosi’s dead/undead undead undead’

Enjoy your August bank holiday in the sunshine.

Bela Lugosi’s Dead

Some Music To Assist With Your Rituals

Not one but two Andrew Weatherall mixes for Sunday, three hours of solid gold listening on a bank holiday weekend. The sun’s out too, in celebration.

On Friday night Weatherall sat in for Iggy Pop at BBC6, two hours of records starting with his own remix of Meatraffle’s Meatraffle On The Moon (a spacious dub affair in the WRF/Fort Beulah territory he’s bene exploring recently) and then taking in The Dream Syndicate, Curses, Ghost Culture, some new voodoo from Woodleigh Research Facility (about thirty minutes in) and much more besides. A Mix of Three Halves- the tracklist is here.

Weatherall 6 Music 230819

The second mix is an offering ahead of the Convenanza festival held in Carcasonne in late September, trailed with the line ‘Acid house is a Dionysian response to both the pain and joy of living. With this in mind I have compiled some music to assist with your rituals’. This is an excellent hour long trip, with a few turns along the way, peaking with some Rude Audio at around fifty minutes.

Dreamer

Four Tet has been slipping new tracks out semi- regularly recently and has an new e.p. out now (Anna Painting, three new songs to accompany an exhibition of the paintings of his friend Anna Liber Lewis). Back in mid- July this one came out and I almost missed it.

If that doesn’t put a smile on your face for the cost of one measly quid I don’t know what will*. Following April’s Teenage Birdsong, Dreamer is lighter than air and hypnotic, the little riffs and melodies dancing around in circles while the drums skip about.

* The photo of the French electricity substation I give you for nothing. While reversing to photograph it I drove over a bollard which collapsed and then popped up in front of the car which caused me to laugh for some time.

 

Island Earth Is A Happening Place

In the early 90s Sandals, a four piece from South London, signed to Acid Jazz and put out a series of 12″ singles and an album called Rite To Silence. They came up in conversation in a social media post a few days ago and I thought it was time to put some of their music back up here (the last time they featured was back in 2012).

Sandals came together from the club scene and various record stalls and clothes shops, eventually rehearsing in the storage room of a book/record/clothing shop they ran in London’s Trocadero. They mashed together a heady stew of beatnik spoken word poetry, soul, funk and jazz, lots of percussion and bongos, some heavy grooves and early 90s clubland sounds.

Debut single Nothing, from 1992, was produced by Leftfield and predates the trip hop sound by a year or two. Samples of voices, boom- boom- bap drums and whispered/stoned street poetry.

Nothing (Extended Version)

In the same year they put out a second 12″ single, produced this time by Gary Burns and Jagz Kooner of Sabres Of Paradise, with a more progressive house sound. It was remixed by DSS (David Holmes and Ashley Beedle). It opens with Country Joe’s Woodstock crowd participation exercise, ‘Give me an F! Give me a U! Give me a C! Give me a K! What’s that spell? What;s that spell?’ The techno drums come in and Derek Delves begins singing/chanting about the mess we’re in, war, the environment, general madness and bad times. It couldn’t be more relevant today, the best part of three decades later, if it tried. This being a 1992 progressive house remix it goes on for twelve minutes, never really letting up. Exhilarating stuff.

We Wanna Live (DSS Remix)

Also from 1992 was this one, A Profound Gas, which I played loads at the time and still sounds great today. Flutes, guitars, pan pipes, chunky drums, production from Leftfield and more beatnik poetry with some memorable lines and imagery.

A Profound Gas (Vocal Mix)

The group disbanded in 1996 having had a second album rejected by London Records. It was eventually released in 2009 in Japan. A copy came my way recently and when I’ve fully had a chance to listen to it, more Sandals will be coming this way.