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Every Album I Own: Z is for Zappa (& the Mothers)

“Oh, Jeanne, to reach you at last, what a path I had to take,” Michel tells the object of his desire at the end of Robert Bresson’s Pickpocket. He’s seen his best friend Jacques steal her away (although, being French, he doesn’t seem that bothered); he’s taken her to his mother’s funeral; fled to Rome to avoid the authorities, and from there to England (he won’t be doing that post-Brexit) where he plies his trade, blowing his pickpocketed gains on other women and drink. But the pull of the Motherland is strong, and Michel returns to France, only to find that Jeanne has a child by Jacques, who has abandoned her. Michel is finally caught at the race-track by a plainclothes policeman and sent down. Only in prison can he finally tell Jeanne how he really feels. Continue reading “Every Album I Own: Z is for Zappa (& the Mothers)”

Every Album I Own: Y is for Neil Young

Forever Young huh? My first brush with Neil was a copy of the Crosby Stills Nash and Young classic, Déjà Vu, which my cousin Marc and I inherited as part of a job lot from a kindly neighbour circa 1978. We were fourteen (fifteen in Marc’s case) and keen to expand our record collection beyond Led Zeppelin IV and a couple of Hawkwind albums, and Darrell was keen to oblige. Years later, we discovered he was a paedophile, but he never hit on us, so who am I to judge? Darrell, if you’re reading this in prison, thanks for the introduction to Neil Young, though maybe not so much Barclay James Harvest. Continue reading “Every Album I Own: Y is for Neil Young”

Every Album I Own: X is for XTC’s White Music

Happy New Year everyone! This time last year I was writing about Neu! and claiming that we have a tradition in my house where, every January 1st, I play the three classic Neu! albums (Neu!, Neu! 2 and Neu! ’75) which was so obviously a lie that only my daughter believed it. Hopefully by January 1st 2020 I’ll have reached Z and put this stupid project to bed once and for all. That’s only two more posts, one every six months, which is more or less do-able, I think. Continue reading “Every Album I Own: X is for XTC’s White Music”

Every Album I Own: W is for the Wonder of Stevie, and for Bobby Womack

I was reading an interview with David Crosby in Mojo magazine recently, and Crosby said, a propos nothing, that “if Kanye West thinks he’s the greatest living rock star, would somebody please drive him over to Stevie Wonder’s house so he can see what the greatest living rock star actually looks like?” Continue reading “Every Album I Own: W is for the Wonder of Stevie, and for Bobby Womack”

Every Album I Own: V is for the Voices of East Harlem & Van Halen

Ah, the Voices of East Harlem. Back in my I is for the Impressions post I waxed lyrical about Cashing In, their big Blackpool Mecca Northern Soul hit, written by Leroy Hutson, who replaced Mike Yarwood  in the Impressions. But there’s a lot more where that came from. Continue reading “Every Album I Own: V is for the Voices of East Harlem & Van Halen”

Every Album I Own: U is for UFO, Flying (One Hour Space Rock) 

An easy choice, this, and a short post, as I only have one other album by an artist beginning with U, and it isn’t U2. If it was U2, you’d have my permission to cut my ears off and feed them to your dog, assuming that your dog could digest the ears of someone who has listened to U2, which I doubt. It might be better to dry them and feed them in flakes to your goldfish, or mix them into baby food. Continue reading “Every Album I Own: U is for UFO, Flying (One Hour Space Rock) “

Every Album I Own: T is for Turtles, “The Battle of the Bands”  

Everybody knows the Turtles. You just don’t know that you do. If the Monkees were a demented, pre-X Factor imitation of the Beatles that was consumed by its own contradictions and produced not only great pop music but a great counter-cultural film in Head, the Turtles were an even more demented, Militant-style entryist imitation of the Beach Boys, with insane, falsetto vocals, wilfully crass lyrics and some nifty, tongue-in-cheek pop chops e.g. Elenore and You Showed Me. Continue reading “Every Album I Own: T is for Turtles, “The Battle of the Bands”  “

Every Album I Own: S is for Spirit

Was there ever a band as under-rated as Spirit, a drummer as tonsorially challenged as Ed Cassidy, or a guitarist as subtle and restrained as Randy California? Was that even his real name? Let’s hope not. Continue reading “Every Album I Own: S is for Spirit”

Every Album I Own: R is for The Residents

Since I don’t own any albums by bands beginning with Q (no, not even Queen) it’s on to R, and the Residents. I well remember the first time I heard the Residents. It was the early 1980s. I had escaped secondary school at sixteen for the superficially freer atmosphere of Filton “Tech”, a College of Further Education on the outskirts of Bristol. Half the students were apprentice mechanics* and the other half were pretentious twats like me, studying art and drama and film, and attempting to emulate their elders by throwing dinner parties to impress their new friends. At least I was. Continue reading “Every Album I Own: R is for The Residents”

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