11/17/12

Television Personalities - I Still Believe In Magic / Respectable 7" (1989)






















Released on an obscure label 2 months after the Salvador Dali's Garden Party EP in 1989, this very lo-fi couple of songs had been recorded 3 years earlier, in 1986, between the How I Learned to Love the Bomb and the Prettiest Girl In The World singles. It had been remixed (at least they tried to provide a decent mix) in 1989 and was therefore issued. Not a seminal one but I try to be close to exhaustive for the 1989-1999 period so it must be here. And hearing something rare from Dan Treacy is always better than hearing anything else. Enjoy it here.




11/10/12

JFG & Winter Of Love - Like A Dog / Brutus fake 7" (2012)



I repost this post cos' I had included twice the B-side on streaming, the reason why this fake single was not so much dl I suppose. Cos' you won't resist to the A-side, a standard for sure. JFG added some material on bandcamp, a reason to go there. More to come soon. Below what I wrote in the intial post. The LP is still to be issued sadly.

I know you are 300 to visit this blog each day. Several among you are kind enough to write to me that they share my tastes, even if these are sometimes quite different from the mainstream one. So please, do me a favor. Listen and support JFG, a great singer, composer, performer, in the tradition of Robyn Hitchcock, Wreckless Eric, Peter Perrett, Dan Treacy with a early Fall touch, and some more that you sure, like me, consider as great ones. He's the one for our times. I posted a compilation (here) and 2 singles (here and there) previously. Here is a 3rd one from a soon to release album recorded with some musicians under the name of Winter of Love. The album is great, in the vein of Dukes of Stratosphear or even Polyphonic Spree. Here, I selected a song that should make it in single, its tune being one of these standards you hum under the rain on shitty days everyone seems a moron but you don't care. Although you feel like a dog, and need a hug never any woman will give you, too much occupied to have a career to do, a rubbish to buy, hair to cut or another man to fuck with. The B-side (named "Brutus", a dog name for sure) is one of the most delicate and moving melody you'll hear this year probably. So, now, while you wait for this new album to be issued, go here and there to buy his previous stuff. It's prime choice, you won't regret it. And enjoy this new gem here. You can hear other song from their future LP here in which these 2 songs feature here.





11/9/12

St... - Lay Down / Backside 7" (1972)



This repost cos' I reup-ed several Strawbs singles on rs today (those who wear only on mf since you know my mf account was removed). I'll post more Strawbs rare of unusual stuff later. But I'm cautious since I have been asked to remove files from this band sometimes in the past. Below what I wrote in the initial post about this single

With this one, released in October 1972, Strawbs at last entered the charts (and reached n°12 in UK). Not that this song was really representative of the band's music but during the year 1972 it's clear Dave Cousins wanted to be in the glam-wave and alsmost succeeded, at least commercially. This is these times that we live here through these singles. The forgotten song is not "Lay Down" of course but the B-side, called appropriately "Backside", and said to be played by a band called Ciggy Barlust and The Whales From Venus, a parody of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars, but a great song, without anything to do with the rock 'n roll approach the band seemed to favour. It could have been on Grave New World and would have replaced for the better several songs on the uneven Bursting At The Seams LP released some months later. Too bad the lyrics were nothing else than irony based on wordplay with Bowie's gimmicks. The song deserved a better text. However, an unmissable addition to this series. Enjoy it here.




Backside. The boy stood on the burning stage, his back against the mast He did not dare to turn around till Davy Bowie passed The stardust painted round his eyes was really fading fast. Oh but I think I'm going to come again. Oh but I think I'm going to come again. The spiders from Uranus were climbing up the walls With such a space (?) the oddity, his fey libido calls But the people in the front row can only see his smalls. Oh but I think I'm going to come again. Oh but I think I'm going to come again.


11/7/12

Television Personalities - Salvador Dali's Garden Party EP (1989)






















This EP should have been posted at the beginning of my Television-Personalities-in-the-nineties series, but it will actually close it (I think I'll compile them all on a single fake LP later on, so that this missing link is at least provided in one shot). Released in October 1989 (23 years from now, help ! it's a nightmare all these years passing by as fast cars that never crash), after 3 years of silence (the real previous one was the "How I Learned To Love The Bomb" 7" and then EP) it preceded by 4 months the mediocre Privilege album (surely the worst in all TVP discography). But this EP is one of their best, with 4 strong songs, in particular the wonderful "The Room At The Top Of The Stairs" sung in duo with a girl called Chrysanthenum Mordin (surely her true forename) in which a Gainsbourg - Birkin flavour is quite obvious. The production doesn't kill the songs as it will on the album. The EP (and the album) is said to be engineered by Matthew Fisher, not sure this is the ancient Procol Harum member but why not. I hope he's not too much responsible for the awful sound TVP had at the times. So, everything seemed to announce great nineties for Dan Treacy. Musically, it would be, but on a human plan, it would be a slow wreck in oblivion as we have described it previously. But let's enjoy here things as they started, that's what all we do in life, although we know it will end bad. Sorry for the low quality sleeve picture. I got the EP but I'm too lazy to take a picture  and it's too large to be scanned, so I took what I found on the net. Moreover, now that I finished to post most of my fave artists rarities (Dan Treacy, Melanie, Peter Perrett, Mandy Morton, Mark Perry, Barry Ryan, Alex Harvey, Tony McPhee, Free, Family, Golden Earring, Alain Kan, Jean-Claude Vannier and some more) this blog will be fed less frequently. It's true I'm also a little bored by the mandatory technical stuff to do for  publishing each post. And I don't want this blog becomes another part of what I feel forced to do without feeling any pleasure. There's enough of it in one day. Last, the number of visitors is rather modest and this doesn't encourage much to go on every night. After all I could read a book or just listen to some music.








11/6/12

Alice Cooper - Elected (1972)

Hi to my  dear American visitors (you are the majority here), and a little gift for your election day (we had ours in France last May and it was a fucking joke too, absolutely nonsense). Eternal fool's game isn't it? Where are the Alice Cooper of our times? Nowhere. Where are parody, sarcasm, derision in today's rock? Nowhere. Some pitiful web jokes, nothing venimous and anarchist as were Alice and his boys or later on Jello Biafra or the Sex Pistols. Shit times. Get me back to the seventies (moreover I was young and it's not a small reason to get back there). Nothing to download. You got all the song don't you? And sure WB would ask for my blog to be shut immediately. That's how things are going in our 1984-like (and not liked) era.

  I'm your top prime cut of meat, I'm your choice, I wanna be elected, I'm your yankee doodle dandy in a gold Rolls Royce, I wanna be elected, Kids want a saviour, don't need a fake, I wanna be elected, We're all gonna rock to the rules that I make, I wanna be elected, elected, elected. I never lied to you, I've always been cool, I wanna be elected, I gotta get the vote, and I told you 'bout school, I wanna be elected, elected, elected, Hallelujah, I wanna be selected, Everyone in the United States of America. We're gonna win this one, take the country by storm, We're gonna be elected, You and me together, young and strong, We're gonna be elected, elected, elected, Respected, selected, call collected, I wanna be elected, elected. "And if I am elected I promise the formation of a new party A third party, the Wild Party! I know we have problems, We got problems right here in Central City, We have problems on the North, South, East and West, New York City, Saint Louis, Philadelphia, Los Angeles, Detroit, Chicago, Everybody has problems, And personally, I don't care."

11/4/12

Today Is The Day - Sadness Will Prevail (alt. demo version) / The Man Who Loves To Hurt Himself fake 7" (2000)























If, like me, you think Sadness Will Prevail is not only the last sentence Van Gogh is supposed to have said prior to die, but is also one of the best LPs (double CD actually) of music history, and if you never heard any demo version of this album, so you will be glad to find in this fake single I created, a demo version of the eponymous song released on a Relapse compilation in 2000, the label being in search of new material and Steve Austin having probably nothing else to propose. The version is stunning too, maybe a little rawer than on the album but a must-hear anyway. The other song Relapse include on this double-CD compilation called Contaminated 3.0 was a song from the Temple of Morning Star LP (released in 1997), "The Man Who Loves To Hurt Himself". It was quite relevant with what was living Steve Austin during this 1999-2002 period. A fantastic song too although nothing since it's the LP version. I publish this post the day one of my students suddenly lost his dad (a musician). Sadness sure always prevails. Ensad it here.


  I tore it down to lift it up off the ground / It makes me / It brings me down / And all i am on the ground / At night I'll wrap myself in pain / And never see again / My cover that you have blown / I wish this path i did not go / It makes me / It brings me down / And all I am on the ground / At night I'll wrap myself in pain  / And never see again