Thursday, 28 January 2021

A Midsummer Night’s Dream: Abdul Tee-Jay’s Rokoto - Ansu (1 November 1992)



John Peel was far too intelligent and awestruck by the artistry of this soukous tune to point out the obvious anagram which can be made from its title, I don’t think I would have had the same level of self control.

I have to say that I’ve found Anus er...I mean Ansu to be a real grower over the last week or so.  If you’re not inspired to buy any of Abdul Tee-Jay’s records, whether they be solo or part of his own Rokoto collective, I can guarantee you that the YouTube rabbit hole you end up falling down will be one of the more enjoyable ones you find yourself in.  I particularly enjoyed Da Nafiki even if it does sound like he’s singing the word “wanking” towards the end of it.

Further points of interest come in where Tee-Jay, who was born and brought up in Sierra Leone, recorded the Fire Dombolo album from which Ansu was taken.  Like many North and Central African musicians, Tee-Jay came to Europe to live and record.  But he eschewed Paris or Brussels in favour of London.  Yes, the soukous vibe here was cooked up at Sultan Studios in Kilburn.

With thanks to Dave Yowell of Sultan Sound.
Video courtesy of soukous 70.





Tuesday, 26 January 2021

A Midsummer Night’s Dream: Southern Culture on the Skids - Come and Get It (Before It Done Gets Cold) (1 November 1992)



A most curious record.  Made in North Carolina, but issued by Australian label, Giant Claw, Come and Get It (Before It Done Gets Cold) represented the first jogging steps towards regular product from Southern Culture on the Skids, a rock trio that, on the evidence of this track are 33% country hoedown party band, 33% landlocked surf rockers and 33% art-school comedy troupe.*  To judge by the video of a TV performance of this song, they comprised a guitar-hero who played mean geetar to get pig shit off his hands (Rick Miller), a curlers festooned farmer’s wife, coaxed from strangling chickens on the porch to come down and play bass (Mary Huff) and a passing tourist in a wideboy hat who could afford a drum kit but no stool ‘cause Rick and Mary needed it for milking cows (Dave Hartman).   

Having been active since 1983, during which time they had released just one album and two singles, they had used their long apprenticeship on the live circuit well as this single and an accompanying album on Moist Records called Too Much Pork For Just One Fork were to be the precursor to a smorgasbord of records over the next 28 years.  Last year’s Kuduzu Records Presents album was their 17th across that time period.

Come and Get It (Before It Done Gets Cold) brings together two great pleasures in life and two obsessions of the Carolinas: food and sex to subtly lascivious effect.  Rev. Buck Naked would be proud of the playful spoon sucking behind lines like, I love your cakes and pies/I love them chicken thighs/I love your cakes and pies/But what I love most is that look in your eyes... and Huff’s pots and pans retort shows just how well she and her kinfolk understand the suggested importance of running a good kitchen in tandem with a good bedroom.  Not to mention the importance of striking while passions run as hot as the food brought sizzlin’ from the oven.  An utter pork grits joy of a song.  

Leave the washing up till the morning, honey...

*Evidence not entirely born out by listening to their material in greater depth.

Video courtesy of Southern Culture on the Skids - Topic
Lyrics are copyright of their authors.

Thursday, 21 January 2021

A Midsummer Night’s Dream: Terry Edwards - 7even Steps to Heaven (1 November 1992)



The first person to say ‘anarcho-jazz’ eats lead - John Peel, BFBS, 1 November 1992.

Earlier in the year, Terry Edwards had used a Peel Session to showcase a couple of numbers from his upcoming EP, Terry Edwards Executes Miles Davis Numbers.  This cover of of the title track of Davis’s 1963 album didn’t feature in the Peel Session, but was worth the wait as far as I’m concerned.

I wouldn’t dream of describing it as anarcho-jazz, but Edwards and his colleagues have pulled off something pretty stupendous here by putting Davis’s rolling jazz shuffle through the Napalm Death blender and highlighting the link between jazz and noisecore.  I wonder whether a copy of the Edwards EP found its way to Providence, Rhode Island because it sounds a lot like the sort of content which one of Peel’s favourite labels, Load Records used to put out.  They began operations a year after the release of Terry Edwards Executes Miles Davis Numbers and if that isn’t proof of the Circle of Life, I don’t know what is.


Videos courtesy of Terry Edwards - Topic and Miles Davis.



Saturday, 16 January 2021

A Midsummer Night’s Dream: John Peel’s Music - BFBS (Sunday 25 October 1992)

This edition of John Peel’s Music was the first one that Peel had recorded in the UK since 4/10/92.  His tour of Europe had seen him record his Radio 1 show in Berlin and Budapest as part of a Radio 1 campaign to raise awareness over opportunities to work in Europe due to the imminent formation of something called The European Single Market, an idea which promoted free movement of goods, services and labour across Europe.  Sounds very useful, but for some reason, it never caught on in the United Kingdom.... 

Previous posts have mentioned aspects of this trip, which despite its length and scale, was effectively a busman’s holiday for Peel, denying him the opportunity to socialise with various friends and correspondents around the continent.  As always when he got away from the UK, he looked forward to buying music from the various countries he visited.  However, his time in Hungary proved musically unrewarding for a couple of reasons.  

1) The hip-hop/schlager duo, Attwenger recorded a session for Peel in Budapest.  He’d been an enthusiastic fan of theirs over the previous year, playing a number of their tracks on his programmes.  However, in person, he found Attwenger to be a “somewhat supercilious pair” meaning that he turned down a listener request to play something by them on this programme. Maybe Attwenger were just having a bad day when they met him, but it must have been a spectacularly bad one given that Peel confessed in a subsequent Radio Times article that one of the first things he did on his return from this trip was to remove their records from his collection and throw them out.

2) Then there was the problem of locating good contemporary music in Hungary: I always complain that Eastern European music - by and large - and these are gross generalisations, but it always seemed to owe more to the Arts Laboratory Movement of the late 1960s than to anything else. You get bands wearing funny hats, which is always a bad sign and one of them will dress up either as a monk or a clown, which is an even worse sign.  And they always have APPALLING saxophone players and this remains true in Hungary, though in Czechoslovakia things are slightly better ordered. And I know this because I bought a huge number of cassettes and records in Hungary and listened to them avidly, and they were all, actually, between you and me, terrible.

Peel may have managed a fortnight driving around Europe without any problems, but an afternoon on a tennis court, possibly the one he built at Peel Acres, had left him in agony with a sore back: I tend to enter into these things in a rather wholehearted way, unsuitable for a chap with my degree of fitness which is virtually nil, and age as well. And I did the most beautiful cross-court backhand that I’ve ever done in my life - it may be the only one that I’ve ever done in my life.  Which would explain why, in the act of doing it, I pulled some nerve or did something to something in my back with the result that I now hobble around. In fact I did actually wish for a Zimmer frame during the day because I thought it would make life easier for me in terms of getting about. Nevertheless, I’m in a lot of pain, I want you to know that, but nevertheless I’m as chirpy as a cricket. Goodness me, what a wonderful guy, I am.

The postbag brought a couple of gifts for Peel.  One of them was a condom, I don’t have much use for it these days, but thanks for the thought.  He was also able to play the first record he’d ever received from Belize.  It was called Narugudu - Badibu by Andy Palacio - Well, I expect you all know that off by heart in Belize.

From my initial list of selections, there were two tracks I would have liked to share but couldn’t:

Kevin Coyne - Emperor’s New Clothes - Acoustic blues track taken from Coyne’s latest album, Burning Head.  Peel had been sent a number of copies of the record by the Edition Multiart label which had original works of cover art by Coyne. Peel really liked the album, but Emperor’s New Clothes reminded him of the style of music which Coyne had recorded with Siren for Peel’s Dandelion Records in the early 70s.

Fruits of the Paradise - A Man Like You - a techno, dance track played as the final record of the show.  Sounds in parts like the little brother of Digeridoo by Aphex Twin, which is always good news.

Three tracks were on my original list of inclusions, only to fall from favour:

Bivouac - Slack - Peel played this in combination with the Kevin Coyne track because they were both artists who hailed from Derby.  He wondered whether he was the first ever DJ to play two records after a news bulletin by artists from Derby.

Surge - Hear - this space-rock track was a near miss from the Hebden Bridge band, but it was ultimately a victim of its own tendency to meander.

Pavement - Texas Never Whispers: Volume warning for headphone wearers.  This track which came from Pavement’s Watery, Domestic EP was only ever really in contention for a place on this blog due to the extraordinary guitar noise which began the track.  I was sure I’d heard that riff before in a track that I liked.  I racked my brains and then realised that it had been sampled by Placebo on one of the few Placebo songs I actually like.  And I really couldn’t face writing a post which had to praise Placebo, whose records I always found to be appallingly mannered.  And as I write that, I’ve got a horrible premonition that when this blog reaches the mid-1990s, Peel will have their records all over his playlists and I’ll have to eat humble pie.  We will see...

Full tracklisting

Tuesday, 12 January 2021

A Midsummer Night’s Dream: Mudhoney - Over the Top (25 October 1992)



Recorded by Mudhoney as a b-side to their new single, Suck You Dry, this was a supercharged cover of Motörhead’s own flipside to their 1979 single, Bomber.  Alas, while that track was about bombing missions carried out by fighter aircraft, Over the Top passed up on the chance to make for a war related single by eschewing ideas of trench warfare for insanity based murder.  Now, that might look like it makes for a grim listen but the moment that splendidly catchy guitar riff kicks in, you’ll be moshing away in no time.  I call it an honourable draw between the two versions. The Motörhead original has that delicious griminess to it which made them such an exciting band to listen to from the opening notes of pretty much any of their songs, but Mark Arm does such a great job of inhabiting the lead character in the song, he almost eclipses Lemmy.   

On a wider point, Peel’s recent trip to Europe appeared to have thrown all attempts at chronology over his recent movements through Autumn 1992, out of the window.  A few weeks after telling BFBS listeners that that the band’s decision to pull gigs in Cambridge and Norwich off their schedule for an upcoming UK tour had caused Peel’s oldest son to virtually burn his existing Mudhoney records, he now told listeners that despite the “politically incorrect guitar solos” on Over the Top, he felt that their “recent” gig at The Waterfront in Norwich was the best he had ever seen them play.  Had news of William Ravenscroft’s displeasure precipitated a restoration of the original itinerary, I wonder?

Listen to it in all it’s sweaty T-shirt and soaked jeans glory:


Videos courtesy of Plus1 (Mudhoney) and NoiseFilthFury (Motörhead)

Sunday, 10 January 2021

A Midsummer Night’s Dream: Dinosaur Jr. - Get Me (25 October 1992)



Listening to this colossal piece of classic rock taken from Dinosaur Jr.’s album, Where You Been, I find myself in the occasional position that this blog leads me to where I wish that I could have passed this track back through the years to my 16 year old self; desperately searching for contemporary, cultural synergy in late-1992 but not having a clue where to find it.  All I could say with any certainty at the time was that I knew I wouldn’t find it by listening to Mr. Big or Ugly Kid Joe or any of the other non-grunge long-haired bands that were having big UK hits throughout the year.   
Despite J Masics almost parodic, down-home vocals, Get Me is a 100% home run of a song.  To me, it’s the sound of a writer and a band intending to go that extra mile.  Not just talking about recording a truly great rock song, but actually pulling it off.  The chorus cuts through, the central riff of the track works its way around the listener like an admittedly loud scalp massage, while the guitar solos from Masics and Mike Johnson sound stadium ready.  It should have been a massive hit, but didn’t quite make it.  It peaked at Number 44 on the UK Singles Chart and missed the Billboard Hot 100, despite peaking at Number 3 on the Modern Rock Chart.  I never know how much significance that multitude of genre specific Billboard Charts have.  They always feel a little like musical versions of a repechage, a way of trying to acknowledge that at least SOMEBODY bought this record, albeit within narrow confines. I think in general I prefer the British method which would at least tell Dinosaur Jr. that they had been battling it out between Inner Circle and Dr. Alban.  A few months later, the more groove-oriented Start Choppin would deliver Dinosaur Jr. a Top 20 UK hit single, but Get Me should have made the Top 10.

Despite playing it, John Peel wasn’t a fan of Get Me.  He felt that the near six minute running time was excessive and that the track as a whole was close to a parody of the Dinosaur Jr. style.  When he broadcast a Peel Session by the band, in early 1993 in which the band’s opening track was Get Me, it remains a matter of conjecture as to whether the florid description he gave to another “starts quietly” version of it was entirely sincere.

Video courtesy of michals00

Sunday, 3 January 2021

A Midsummer Night’s Dream: Underground Lovers - I Was Right (25 October 1992)



In the course of this programme, Peel played two tracks from Leaves Me Blind, the second album by the Australian band, Underground Lovers.  Based on the two tracks that were featured, I found myself wondering whether Underground Lovers had created an LP influenced by unlikely sources for a standard rock album.  For instance, in the second half of the programme Peel played Eastside Stories, the opening track on Leaves Me Blind, which may very well be one of the few rock songs released in 1992 which should include a co-writing credit for Stephen Sondheim given that the track features several lyrics lifted from West Side Story (and a number of unapologised for F-bombs and ethnic slurs).  Meanwhile, I Was Right, despite its shoegaze surface, has the feel of a track in which the widowed heroine of Leader of the Pack reflects on her life and fruitless search for direction in the years since the passing of the one that knew them best.  Certainly, the director of the video picked up on the biking metaphor and the line which mentions aimless travel on one, albeit tied to one of the great “road to nowhere” lines of the type which Peel often felt could make a song, And the way that it ends/Is the way it began. 

A whole album based on contemporary updates of similar “big” production material (musicals/Wall of Sound etc) could have been a fascinating concept, at least to my ears, though going by some of the other material from the album that is out there, it remains an unrealised one.  Nevertheless, Leaves Me Blind remained a highly regarded album, ranking at Number 54 in the 2010 book, 100 Best Australian Albums.

Video courtesy of rubberrecords
All lyrics are copyright of their authors.