Forgotten Songs Compilation - dk's faves of 2009 LP

2009 was a great year for songs I think. Or maybe it's me who was more receptive to songs since the last decade I was quite obsessed by unmelodic music (sludgy doom mostly). And blogs helped me a lot to discover bands I surely had missed without them. I would like to write my gratitude to Bolachas where everyone can go fishing (or hunting) what's palatable for him/her. And then buy the record if he/she has the money (not always the case for me, but I'll try to improve this point next year, although in this country it's becoming quite difficult) or if they think it is worth spending the "nerf de la guerre" (war nerve, a French expression saying that money is the nerve of the war) on it. My selection was not difficult to do since these songs were the only important aural friends this year. They shared my days (and most often my evenings) during this or that period of 2009 (some I listened to quite obsessively during days and days such as "Witching Stones" by Black Heart Procession, "That Close" by Madness or "Parisiennes" by Soan). I omitted "Coward" by Vic Chesnutt since it seems difficult to put this song in any compilation. It's too rough, too intense as experience to stand next to lighter songs. For this reason, I hesitated to include "Party Lines" by Simon Finn, but there is something ironic in Simon Finn's voice that makes it easier to hear. I closed with JFG's "Sleep". Don't try to find it anywhere, it's a demo but I did not resist to put it on this compilation since I had its melody in my head often this year. This is my own selection and not rough mix one (he'll be more contributing in 2010, I promise) and maybe he'll offer you his own later on who knows. The choice I did for the streaming song is for him, since it is the wonderfull Beach Boys and Kinksy "Friends Since 1989" from Boat. And I'm friend with rough mix since...1969 ! Yes, we were two unhappy kids joined by our growing passion for music. This is my tribute to this 40th year of friendship. Enjoy all this and more here.

For the sleeve (sorry, I mispelled Tweak Bird but it's too long to change it now) I chose a picture by Helen Levitt, a great photographer who died this year at 95 on March the 29th. There is something of the quality one can find in the best rock music in her work. Life's palpitation, the energy of those who possess not much more than their life, the smiles that shed a light in the grey of uncertain destinies. For ending the year, this picture below which, in the year of the Obama's election, is still semantically stronger that it was when published.



Melanie - Antlers LP (1996)

Usually, I hate Christmas LPs. They're most of the time boring to death. But once again Melanie makes the difference with an album full of spirituality, bringing back both the deep childish joy inspired by this secular religious and pagan ritual and also a sort of intimate feeling of fate, irrigated by a view of life as a road of sadness on which some sparks of happiness can be collected. She recorded it during the middle part of the 90's (between 1995 and 1997), a very creative time for her but unfortunately the worst period in terms of popularity since she had most of the time to release her records on CD-R sold during concerts. Things would go better in 2002 with her masterpiece ie. Crazy Love LP but that's another story. If everything is not my cuppa tea on this Antlers, the whole can be listened to with great pleasure and emotion too. Some songs are real gems and should be known by everyone who appreciate this great person, composer and singer. Enjoy it here and happy Xmas to you and the youth around you.

I've included 3 songs in the streaming down there: "Virgin Mary/God rest ye merry gentlemen", "Good king Wenceslaus (alt)" and of course, only for today "We wish you a merry Christmas".



Beneath Oblivion - Beneath Oblivion EP (2009)

Christmas time is a good time for doom don't you think? Apparently not since my doom posts are not much popular looking at the dl rate but it doesn't matter. This year 2009 has been a fantastic one for doom and more particularly the one I appreciate the most ie. sludge. Here again a new band (even if members were in other bands previously) called Beneath Oblivion and this is, I think, their first EP, released one year ago but it's written 2009 everywhere, so maybe there was some delay before a real release. It's the darkest version of doom you have here but not like Stumm or Moss, since the instruments are distinct and the musical world still belongs to trad. rock in a sense (but not so much, it's not trad. Sabbath doom as more and more do now, a quite boring tendancy I find). From Cincinnatti, this band brings his own personal universe to a style that might seem to have all represented. But no, there's still place for new ones and it's a good news for all doomsters. The instrumental bridges of these two tracks should rejoice 70's lovers since they could have been issued at the times. With only 2 tracks, this EP could be considered as a single, but each is more than 8 min long so we'll say it's EP. Suffer it here.



Soan - Parisiennes fake 7" (2009)

Among the amount of new French male and female singers that are thrown on our poor heads, Soan is the only one that for me stands as a true great artist. Aged 28, winner of the 2009 French version of the TV show "Pop Idol", he is the spiritual son of Jacques Brel and this time it's not a pale copy of the original but a real talent. He created quite a scandal in talking about everything without the usual bullshit obsequiosity while the serious music amateurs were ironic about those that believed in him. Now that the first LP is out, everyone can judge by himself. Personally, I think it's a success although the 2 English sung songs are too much Cobainesque for me. But Soan belongs to this family of singers putting their guts in their songs such as Brel of course but also Léo Ferré, Alain Kan, Alex Harvey or Steve Austin. Some cite some underground French references such as les Têtes Raides (he's a friend of the singer) or Mano Solo but honestly I really think he's many Eiffel towers above them with a poetry in his lyrics that I've not heard in French texts since quite a long time (except in Fauque's lyrics for Bashung or in some Christophe lyrics). This fake 7" (the real one has "Next Time" on A-side) consists in 2 of my fave songs on the LP and is an attempt to help visitors not from France (50% of the total visitors) to discover this artist. Enjoy the songs here or in the streaming below. I created the sleeves with a part of the CD sheets.

Parisiennes. On se lève d'un silence et déjà, j'y reviens, Qu'elle est belle ton absence à ne me laisser rien, C'est demain quand tu rêves et les mots défendus, Si le vin te relève, j'ai bu. On se lève d'un silence et déjà, j'y reviens. Serait-ce ton absence qui pleure sur mes mains ? C'est le bruit d'une étincelle et le ciel ne sait pas, Si le vin te rappelle, je bois. Mille et une pensées, j'ai pas reconnu la mienne De mes amours de hyène, je t'ai mordu les pieds. Je t'aime, comme on aime dans les chansons, Du fin fond des nuits Parisiennes. On se lève d'un silence à l'écriture bancale. En plus, j'y vois que dalle, il pleut sur mon cahier. Les autres me bousculent ou c'est moi, je sais plus. Je m'en vais, mes mains brûlent, les rues. Si le "po" de poème, c'est la peau sur tes z' os, Fais de moi qui tu aimes et je me ferai beau. Mais les voix du silence me crient : "Elle partira", Les reines se balancent, des rats. Mille et une pensées, j'ai pas reconnu la mienne De mes amours de hyène, je t'ai mordu les pieds. Je t'aime, comme on aime dans les chansons, Du fin fond des nuits Parisiennes. Mes yeux c'est des oreilles en bois, j'en crois pas mes z' orteils. Assis dans un commissariat je m' souviens pas pourquoi je n'ai pas eu sommeil! Mille et une pensées, j'ai pas reconnu la mienne De mes amours de hyène, je t'ai mordu les pieds. Je t'aime, comme on aime dans les chansons, Du fin fond des nuits Parisiennes.

Emily. J'aimerais tenir dans mes mains ce maudit Saint Graal Qui se cache, on ne sait "z'"où : Il se rit bien de nos promesses Je ne serais pas mécontent que se pendent à mon cou Quelques félicitations, un peu de gloire et bonne presse Je n'ai rien contre la fortune et si je veux bien rester droit J'aime autant dormir sous la lune uniquement quand c'est un choix J'aimerais voir de nos yeux un gosse de moi sourire Que ce p'tit con m'appelle papa, le voir grandir et vivre vieux... Et si je n'ai rien de tout ça, peu importe J'irai chanter devant ta porte, Emily Et si on ne m'ouvre pas, que le Diable m'emporte Peu m'importe les saveurs du paradis! J'aimerais découvrir le monde avant que d'en crever Quitte à saigner de trop, de pas voir si la terre est ronde Mourir un an, peut-être deux, me reposer un peu Puis revenir en conquérant tant que mes dents tiennent ces lieux Et même dans des oripeaux, des adipes troués, Martyrisés par manque de pot, une fois le temps d'abandonner Moi qui voulais tous les ans virer les murs à tomber Moi qui n'aurais su réussir, j'ensorcelle ton escalier Et si je n'ai rien fait de moi, peu importe Je chante devant ta porte, Emily Et si l'on ne m'ouvre pas, que le Diable m'emporte Peu m'importe les saveurs du paradis! Si je n'ai rien fait de moi, peu importe Je chante devant ta porte, Emily Et si l'on ne m'ouvre pas, que le Diable m'emporte Peu m'importe les saveurs du paradis!



Alternative TV - Punk Life LP (1998)

Recorded and released under the protection of Overground Records and in particular of Steve Albini (producing 4 tracks among the 13), Punk Life precedes Apollo by one year but the 2 albums are quite different, Apollo being more a solo Mark Perry album than an Alternative TV one whilst Punk Life gathers several persons in a more democratic way it seems. The album covers almost every style Mark Perry approached in his career, from trad. punk such as the songs recorded by Steve Albini to pop or even experimental (the tribute to Throbbing Gristle). Heterogenous as an ATV album has never been, it is finally a good one that is always exciting to listen to. There are some reprises of ancient ATV songs such as "I Had Love In My Hands" or "You Never Know" in very different versions but nothing here that sounds as a nostalgic shitty trip in punk's past. More an endpoint to the whole thing. Unfortunately, Mark Perry will have to deal later with punk again since he will be invited to play primary for his old punk hits and not for his late work. But it's another story that maybe we'll see here. But beforehand, enjoy Punk Life there.

And in streaming below, "Purpose In My Life", a great song in which we can all find ourselves concerned I bet.

Mark Perry with Yvette Eady and Mika Mizushima


Boat - Lately fake 7" (2009)

Over the last 20 years, pop has more often bored me to death than excited me. But this year some bands have changed my views, and among them Boat is my fave. They are from Seattle and would merit the success of Nirvana with their Kinks-derived pop full of gorgeous melodies and with a delicious simplicity. I encourage everyone interested in pop to listen to their wonderfull Setting the Paces album. Of course, you will say that its sometimes not far from plagiarism of the Kinks but although this exasperates me in the case of Animal Collective or Grizzly Bear (for them, its a Beach Boys plagiarism), dissimulating their overindulgent and indigent melodies under useless complexity, the 4 boys of Boat take the risk to be judged on the sole merit of their simple songs. And its impressive. Here I created a fake 3-song 7" with "Lately" on A-side, not because its my fave but because this is the only one they posted on their myspace, a sign that it is their choice for a possible single. However its an instant winner and it would be actually a good idea to release it as single main track. On the B-side, I've added 2 of the songs I like the most, two very Kinksy ones (but I listen to Village Green Preservation Society very closely these times, for a reason linked to this blog, so its not a surprise). I specially love the last one (of the single and of the album), "You're Muscular". I encourage everybody to have the curiosity to dl this fake 7" with a cover I created from drawings issued from their myspace. Hope Boat will receive the reward of their talent. If you want a taste of it, try it here or listen to the 3 tracks below.

Lately. I was eating nachos, sitting with my mother, talking about nothing, talking about nothing, talking about growing up in NJ, a state without a hero. Who could be our hero? Drive into the city! The subject of the day is how can we repay this debt of all the money, money we aren’t making. Lately, lately, lately, lately I’ve been on my back. Move up to Seattle, not up to Alaska… my teeth won’t ever chatter, it doesn’t really matter. The subject of the day is how can we repay this debt of all the money, money we aren’t making. I was there, I know (x4). Well, what do you know, where did you go, and what were you doing? When you got home, you smiled real big, tell me what were you feeling? Send in the troops, everyone hears you, but nobody’s listening! Lately, lately, lately, lately I’ve been on my back!



Arms of Ra - Arm of Ra EP (2009)

Too long without doom down there. Life's needs it. And even if you don't, you rare visitors, this blog must have the music I listen to much of my leisure time (not much) on it. Today is another superb sludgy doom band called Arms of Ra, an evocation of Egyptian rites, and actually the doom here is quite luminous, celestial I would say, but a blue more than a dark sky. And the great news is that they are French. Long is gone the time when French music was only a pale copy of Anglosaxons bands. With Eibon or Arms of Ra (and many more), France is as much the city of Rock (to paraphrase Mark Perry on "Viva La Rock n' Roll") than any other country. And the most fascinating is again that in this genre that may seem so narrow and unidimensional to amateurs of prog, trad rock, metal or blues rock, all these bands have their own singularity (I promised not to use anymore the word idiosyncrasy. You can cite several bands, from Neurosis to Omega Massif about them but as soon as their first EP, they sound like Arms of Ra. Hats off. This EP (that can be downloaded for free on their myspace) is a 25 min 3-tracks record (my fave is "Taxidermie" that you can listen to below but the first part of "The Colour of My Life" is prime meat) and should feature in any collection of a real sludge-doomster, but more largely, of anyone who likes powerfull music since for me this is the only style that maintains the intensity and the excitation of heavy music. Enjoy this great piece of music here and buy anything you can from them anytime they'll give us the opportunity (and in particular in buying this EP on their myspace here).
Here below a fine picture of the band's vocalist in september 2008 at La Miroiterie by Amandine Duarte



Kinks - Lola 7" French/UK and US versions (1970)

When I bought this single of the Kinks, not at the time of its release, cos I was too young, but 2 or 3 years later, my preference was for the B-side, "Berkeley Mews" (in France, since in USA it was "Mindless Child of Motherhood", both tracks featuring in this post). "Berkeley Mews" and not "Berkeley Men" as written on the UK sleeve, had been recorded 2 years prior to "Lola", in the wake of the Village Green Preservation Society sessions (one of the future posts, in its original version), but was more 70's than 60's and finally was not out of place as a B-side of "Lola", a song announcing the new Kinks sound, not the one than most Kinks addicts like but still exceptionally palatable. "Lola", everybody knows that by now, is about a wo-man that Ray says to have met in a discotheque and the rest of the song is not without reference to the Billy Wilder's masterpiece Some Like It Hot, a way for Ray Davies to be "in" whilst staying in his fantasy world of Hollywood cinema. It is sometimes said (i got no proof but it's an interesting hypothesis) that this transvestite was Candy Darling, the gorgeous creature that was in the Andy Warhol circle and that he may have actually met (but not slept with). Candy is the one that Lou Seed will sing about 2 years later in "Take a Walk on Wild Side", the one also on the sleeve of the "Sheila Takes a Bow" Smiths single, and the one on the album sleeve of Antony & the Johnsons (on her deathbed, sometimes before dying from leukemia at 29). From the funny side of the Ray approach to the morbid side of her tragic end, the destiny of a comet, doom at its best. But back to "Berkeley Mews". It is often said that "Days" is one of the rare true love songs of Ray Davies, but listening to "Berkeley Mews" lyrics, it seems that his sentimental difficulties inspired him some bitter sad commentaries on his past love at this period of his life. The mellotron is fantastically well used here (don't forget not many bands were using it in 1968). Last, "Mindless Child of Motherhood", the US single B-side, also recorded years before, is a bitter sad love song too, by Dave Davies this time, and although it is a nice one, the text is quite ordinary compared to the Ray one. Historically, this single probably precluded the Kinks to disappear since they had faced failure after failure for the 3 previous years. Enjoy this salvation 3 tracks single here. The above sleeve is the French one (mine) and the below one the UK one (did not find the US one).

Lola. Met her in a club down in old Soho Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola [LP version: Coca-Cola] See-oh-el-aye cola She walked up to me and she asked me to dance I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said Lola El-oh-el-aye Lola la-la-la-la Lola Well I'm not the world's most physical guy But when she squeezed me tight she nearly broke my spine Oh my Lola la-la-la-la Lola Well I'm not dumb but I can't understand Why she walked like a woman and talked like a man Oh my Lola la-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola Well we drank champagne and danced all night Under electric candlelight She picked me up and sat me on her knee And said dear boy won't you come home with me Well I'm not the world's most passionate guy But when I looked in her eyes well I almost fell for my Lola La-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola Lola la-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola I pushed her away I walked to the door I fell to the floor I got down on my knees Then I looked at her and she at me Well that's the way that I want it to stay And I always want it to be that way for my Lola La-la-la-la Lola Girls will be boys and boys will be girls It's a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for Lola La-la-la-la Lola Well I left home just a week before And I'd never ever kissed a woman before But Lola smiled and took me by the hand And said dear boy I'm gonna make you a man Well I'm not the world's most masculine man But I know what I am and I'm glad I'm a man And so is Lola La-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola Lola la-la-la-la Lola la-la-la-la Lola

Candy Darling by Andy Warhol

Candy Darling on her deathbed (1974) by Peter Hujar

Berkeley Mews. The leaves of brown came falling through the view, In Berkeley Mews, I first met you, I staggered through your chilly dining room, In Berkeley Mews, I first met you. Your kitchen sink was cluttered up, So I put the shutter up forlornly I brewed another cuppa up And tried to sneak out early in the morning. I thought you had much better things to do, In Berkeley Mews, I first met you, Drowned my conversation with champagne, In Berkeley Mews, was not listening. I thought you were an intellect, But now that I reflect, you left me reeling. You made me drink a toast And when you finished I was looking at the ceiling. The floods of tears I've wept thinking of you, Remind me of that night in Berkeley Mews. You know that you left me broken hearted, In Berkeley Mews.



Ian Hunter - England Rocks 7" (1978)

This song was released on a single in july 1978 (at least that's what's written in the Great Rock Discography of Martin Strong), that means 1 year after the deceiving Overnight Angels LP. It sure has been recorded with the same team, and in particular, the rather boring Roy Thomas Baker (Mr Queen) producer, who really salvaged the songs (some of them great) of this album. It could not be worse since in 1977 the sound was more garage than symphonic and Ian Hunter paid an heavy tribute to this mistake, having to wait for Mick Jones from the Clash 2 years later (ie., one after this single) to release a new album. On this later one, "England Rocks" had been changed again for "Cleveland Rocks" (apparently its working title), but this is the same song. It's interesting to compare the two, the England's one still belonging to the glam world whereas the Cleveland one is much more the feet in the Springsteen fields (but Ian Hunter will always be more exciting than the so-called boss). In the England one, the references to punk are clear (more ironic than enthusiastic) whereas they're none in the Cleveland one. This song has only been released on some Ian Hunter compilations and as a bonus track of the Overnight Angels CD reissue, so it fits perfectly with the aim of this blog. Sorry for the sleeve, which is ugly, but this was the original one it seems (cos I don't own this single and never saw it, in 1978, I had other preoccupations). Enjoy the 7" here.

England Rocks. Energy calling me, back where I came from It's such a crude attitude, it's back where it belongs All the little chicks with the crimson lips go England Rocks, England Rocks She's living in sin with a safety pin England Rocks, England Rocks (etc) Momma knows but she don't care, she got her worries too Seven kids and a phoney affair, and the rent is due All the little kids growing up on the skids Going England Rocks, England Rocks American dreams, moody James Deans Going England Rocks, England Rocks England Rocks, England Rocks I got some badges from World War II I wear 'em just like my Granddad do He was a villain and I am too Oh England Rocks, England Rocks So grab a place, find a space And yell and scream for more England Rocks, England Rocks England Rocks, England Rocks (to fade)



Sound Asleep - Sound Asleep EP (2009)

It's quite hard to post something after the Real Rock Drill. It's like my work was done. But I got other things to post here in the future that are also of value, and moreover if this blog dies Rock Drill will do too. So let's go on. But all I can do tonight in the state of mind I am (not too fine in fact) is to post a great, great, great doom record, released recently from a Canadian band called Sound Asleep. I discovered it on the Sludge Swamp blog but they took it from the Ribs Out one (see next for direct links). I find it so exceptional than I feel the need to provide it for you to dl if you liked the previous doom bands I posted (in particular Sea of Bones) even if this band has its own personality, and this one is loud as hell, a sludgy hell of course, the one I like. Moreover I love the sleeve of their EP. Enjoy this painful pleasure here, and if you have the money for, buy it here. The sound is worth to have it in a better format than the mp3 one.



Runhild Gammelsæter - Amplicon (2008)

This is my favorite LP of 2008. And not only because Runhild Gammelsæter has a PhD in Biology as I have, and is (was?) on topics not far from mine. And not only because she is one of the more charismatic and impressive female doomster, a sort of viking woman that came from her cold land (she's from Norway) to become the leading voice of Thorr's Hammer with Greg Anderson and Stephen O'Malley 13 years ago. No, but because her first (and last since there has been none since this one) solo album is one of the most powerful, strange, complex, biological and visceral musical piece never released in musical history. Honestly, this is not an LP to be listened to anytime anyplace, but this is an aural experience that will deeply move you if you are ready for extreme sensation and open to any unknown exploration of the dark nucleus of our most private fears. Yes, this is the album that seems to follow "Gog & Magog" from Peter Hammill's In Camera in 1974. Nothing here of the sometimes ridiculous doom folklore that I indulge to find interesting even if I am aware that it's quite naive and rudimentary. Runhild introduces us in the mud of the life cycle as painted it one century ago Gustave Moreau. Impossible to describe this music (especially when you're not a fluent English writer like me). All I can say is that I promise that you will find in this album things you are not used to find elsewhere. "Do you believe me?" would say Alex Harvey. Try it here.

Here's below a picture on stage I found on the net but I don't know if it was for a solo or a Khlyst concert, the group she forms with James Plotkin and Tim Wyskida.



Grey - Sisters of the Wyrd (2008)

Doom by women. There's more and more doomsteuses (as we'd say in France) in the world, I think in particular of Dark Castle, Murkrat and of course of the great Runhild Gammersaelter (either in solo of in bands), and Grey has released last year a very fine old school doom record. It's like it was 1990 again. Most of the time, I'm quite allergic to this passeist approach of doom but here I find the taste OK for me. I prefer to inform those not familiar with doom that although it's a woman who sings, the voice is not feminine and respects the roaring codes of doom. I've understood that this blog is not visited by doom fans (just a look to the dl stats is clear on that), but I'll keep posting doom album between my old and weird rarities because this is the music I listen to most of the time and this style is unfortunately confined in a sub-category, and I regret it. Please have an ear to these ladies of the dark spirits floating in the dead of the night, here.



Bastards - Frank/Loser 7" (1988)

This is the last of our Bastards forgotten songs lost on splits or in singles. This single was the second one from the band, just between "Who Care/Shit for Brains" and "Scenes at latest battle..." that you can find elsewhere on this blog. This is the weakest of the 3 for me since the 2 songs are confined in a rather academic punk style and this is not for that I think they were a better band than most. Actually I don't possess the vinyl of this single but got the songs on the CD version of Monticello and on an EP compiling the 3 official singles of the Bastards and called "You Didn' Give A Damn About The Exploding Man Because You Killed Him" (there's surely a story behind this title but I don't know which one). If Joachim Breuer reads this blog, I want him to know that he's been one of the greatest guitarist songwriter of the decade. Enjoy this last deliverance on the compilation here. Later, other noise bands from this exceptional era on this blog. Below, a collection of pictures taken by Antoine d'Agata (the photograph I used a picture for the Groundhogs single), summarizing quite well the atmophere of the Bastards songs (for me).



This Weary Hour - No Hand To Confort You EP (2009)

It's never too soon to go back to doom. And this fits my evening mood (doom reversed). One more discovery for me this Irish band from Cork. This is doom with a sludge perfume but the drumming and the general instrumentation are not quite the usual sludge glass of mud. There is something old school and gothic in it, that reminds me of the old Paradise Lost or Anathema (before these bands completely lost my interest, or is it the reverse?). Actually, there is not much need to write a text about a new doom band when the reader can listen to their myspace here and dl their EP here. But don't forget to support these bands (it's a political act in the best sense of the term). And the sound is much better than in the MP3 format. I feel (when looking at the dl statistics) that the doom posts are not those that the visitors of this blog are the most interesting in (is it english?) but try again, maybe you'll finally find the same vibration I found in this style 20 years ago and never ceased to find. I chose to post the last song of the EP, not on the myspace and with a splendid final. Listen to this guitar, it's 1st class. PS. The complete cover painting is in the rar file.



Bastards - Scenes at the Latest Battle in the City Market Area 7" (1989)

One more 7" Bastards and we will be soon arrived to the end of the journey (a singles ticket). This featured a Monticello song on A-side (the fantastic "Neighbor") and an "unavailable anywhere else" song on B-side (the good but not exceptional "Motor City Kid", which had been added in the CD version as bonus track). The sleeve and the title referred to a battle that apparently occured between the police and civils on a market but I don't know the details of this event (if you do, tell me in the comments). On the back side of the sleeve, one could see the genitals of the transexual of the Monticello cover but the quality of the sleeve was awful (a basic photocopy) and I only reproduced it here for historical reasons. This would be the 3rd and the last of the official Bastards singles before Joachim Breuer formed Janitor Joe (and not Genital Joe). The 1st one was "Who Care/ Shit for Brains" that you can find here, the 2nd one was "Loser/Frank" that I'll post later on. Many would find all the songs of Joachim Breuer either in the Bastards or in Janitor Joe to be quite similar and that his approach of rock lacked diversity. But this is one thing I like in this guy, the way he explored the same vein until the blood pours out in our ears. This is probably this cerebral characteristic that made him follow a scientific pathway afterwards and be a PhD. Enjoy it on the compilation here.



Lal Waterson - At First She Starts / Flight of the Pelican Fake 7"(1996)

Some female voices seem to talk to deep and untouched parts of our soul. These voices are not the sames for each of us. For me, only Billie Holiday, Melanie Safka and Mandy Morton have such a voice. But now, there is Lal Waterson. I wonder how I can have ignored her so long. It is true than when the 2 albums she released in the nineties were issued, I was not very curious of what happened in the folk area but I would have been touched by her grace even there. Then she died. Very soon after the second one. In 1998. God, what a waste. Thanks to the Unthanks for their cover of "At First She Starts" on their last LP (here). This made me listen to the original one, and my heart broke. Lal Waterson had a voice that shared some common points with the Melanie's one. But there is more despair and bitterness in it. Yes, she could be considered on a mid-point between Melanie and Billie Holiday. This fake single is only to provide an opportunity for the visitor of this blog to taste this voice and knows if his or her soul is touched as is mine. And you know I like to create virtual sleeves for fake records. So it allows me to satisfy my vice. But if you love it, you can find the album on several blogs such as the excellent "misha4music" here. And afterwards, do as I did: buy the album, I'm sure the money will be important for those who try to make her music lives since she died. One more thing. Lal Waterson composed her songs and here it must be said that she is a really great composer, with the same way to treat a melody than Robert Wyatt or Paddy McAlloon to my ears. Last, as Melanie, the wonderfully delicate guitar work behind her is from her own son, Oliver Knight. The mother & son love can provide really gorgeous records. (such was Crazy Love in 2002 for Melanie). The 2 songs I extracted from the LP to create this single are simply marvellous. I can't say there have been many as these in the past. Enjoy your soul here.

At First She Starts. First she starts and then she's startled.I see that light in her eyes. Didn't you realise you were a bird,At dawn when you woke with air in your throat. So far doe-ray-me. Sing to me loudly,Serenade me, Mess with the melody. Light and shade. All my eyes can see. Oh but you are the phrase at the end of the bar, a long and high refrain. Hanging around for the choir to strike sound, So's you can holler your joy and your pain

Flight Of The Pelican. We who dreamed young and were silent this autumn.In the last throws of an upstart old crow. Saw the flight of the pelican. Speak to me words don't give no fancy meanings, I never knew, I never knew, I never knew I was needing
We who dreamed young and were silent this autumn. I need the love peace brings. I need to feel easy in my need. I need to feel naturally greedy. I need the space for my feet. I need to feel safe while I sleep. I need the love peace brings and then I've no need. We who dreamed young and were silent this autumn. Your children's children's rights have gone.



Bastards - Groovy Space Man Pills 7" (1991)

Another rare one for your complete Joachim Breuer song compilation (left on the picture above). This is from the Endangered Species 6 x 7" box released by Glitterhouse Records, a German label that "used to take care of the SubPop Ger and Amphetamine Reptile" as they said. You can find the whole box to dl here. There are many interesting things on it, such as the fantastic cover of Led Zeppelin's "4 Stinks" by Unsane. But my idea is only to add another one Bastard gem (cause it is one) and so I post the song they provided for this compilation, "Groovy Space Man Pills", which is a thrilling good one. The other 7" side was occupied by the Cows, not a band I truly digged, but no band in these noise scene was bad to my ears. More to come from the Bastards in the next days. En attendant, enjoy this one on the compilation here.



Neanderthal - Fighting Music EP (1990)

Let's dig deeper and deeper in the mud that was the craddle of sludge. With Asbestodeath (here) and Fu Manchu (there), Neanderthal was the 3rd band that introduced me to this style in 1989-90. Then I would discover the great EyeHateGod and UpsideDownCross but it's another story I'll tell you one day if this blog still operates. Neanderthal was a 2-man band actually, consisting of Eric Wood and Matt Domino. The first will form Man Is The Bastard. Neanderthal only released this 7" EP to my knowledge. This is really ugly and dirty, sick and nauseous as sludge was in its baby's years. And among the 3 cited bands, this was the less influenced by riffs and rock. In an interview you can find on the blog Burning down the dreams forever, Eric Wood stated that "In Neanderthal’s case [...], we were about humans desecrating their very Garden of Eden through psychological torture of themselves". Nice way to describe what we can hear on this 5 "songs" 7" EP. The political content is quite unusual in sludge. Another difference with orthodox sludge, is the fact that all is not slow and muddy, most "songs" have a rather speed thrashy and even grinding pace. A something of Napalm Death can be found in Neanderthal. The opening track, "Crawl", is the only real sludge song of the whole. Consider this as a contribution to the untold story of sludge. Enjoy it here.

I've scanned the central pictures of the vinyl. Don't open it when children around. They could try this at home.



Crawl Back In - Hang All Hope From The Nearest Tree EP (2009)

A doom band as I like them. Not stuck in formulas, not kitch and mimicking used musical codes but creating their own universe, and one that I find perfect for my own way to feel life these days. There are sometimes thrash traces in their music, something also coming from old school doom (Entombed but also the forgotten and excellent Cerebral Fix). Some may have some difficulties with the voice, much more sludge and thrash than doom, but I don't. This fits superbly with the backing sonic assault. The intensity is impressive (listen to the end of "A Heart The Size of a Family Tomb"). This EP can be downloaded freely on their myspace here or on their site. I hope they will soon find a label to release their records on solid support since the cover is really fantastic. The last (and longest) song ("Amid Laughter Let Us Perish") is more Pelican-like (let's say Ocean-like) but once again, they achieve a great piece of music in avoiding any mediocre riff or thema as too often doom bands indulge themselves. The calm and long part has an interior tension that sustain the attention and it's a "tour de force" I'd say. Try it now here.



Unthanks - Here's The Tender Coming fake EP" (2009)

The last (and first since before the band was called Rachel Unthank and the Winterset) LP by the Unthanks is without a doubt a high point for those who love great music, even if not fond of folk. I could not imagine such a magnificent album was possible today. I pessimistically thought that such a delicate approach of music belonged to the past, to the golden years of English folk (the sixties and the seventies, from Sandy Denny to Mandy Morton). But heaven not, this is still possible and Rachel and her sister show us that it is. The lyrics are quite sinister and the general atmosphere quite oppressing, all that we like. The Here's The Tender Coming LP should be bought by anyone of you but in case you are not convinced, here a fake EP I imagined. In fact, the eponymous title is not my fave but the band played it on the Jools Holland show (see it here, it is magic) so if a single should be released from the album, there are chances it will be this one. However, on the B-side, I would like to see almost 2 of the 3 of my favorites songs from the album. There is the moving "Sad February" that you can listen on my D(k)oom compilation here, and the 2 following ones: "Lucky Gilchrist" (wrongly spelled on the verso cover of my DIM sleeve but it's too long to take it back), one of the rare self-penned song of the LP and which has a CSNY flavor and a final that is purely genius, and "At First She Starts", a wonderfull cover of the wonderfull Lal Waterson's original (that you can listen here) but very different. The original one was not far from Melanie and this one from Robert Wyatt or Nico. Both break our heart. For the sleeve, I chose a Thomas Withcombe painting since the tender has nothing to do with the tenderness as I thought first but with the boat who came to take the young men to dispatch them next in various ships going to fight the French during the perpetual wars our 2 countries did at these times. Enjoy it here and don't forget to get the album. Just a thing more: the 2 tracks in streaming below are the ones I chose for the B-side, not Here's The Tender Coming". Unfortunately, I did not find the words for "Lucky Gilchrist".

Here's the tender coming. Here's the tender coming, pressing all the men; Oh dear hinny, what shall we do then? Here's the tender coming, off at Shield's Bar, Here's the tender coming, full of men of war. Hide thee, canny Geordie, hide thyself away; Hide thee till the tender makes for Druid's Bay. If they take thee, Geordie, who's to win our bread? Me and little Jackie better off be dead. Here's the tender coming, stealing off my dear; Oh dear hinny, they'l ship you out of here. They will ship you foreign, that is what it means; Here's the tender coming, full of red marines. Hey, bonny lassie. let's go to the Lawe, See the tender lying, off at Shield's Bar, With her colours flying, anchor at her bow. They took my bonny laddie, best of all the crew
At First She Starts. First she starts and then she's startled. I see that light in her eyes Didn't you realise you were a bird, At dawn when you woke with air in your throat. So far doe-ray-me Sing to me loudly, Serenade me,Mess with the melody. Light and shadeAll my eyes can see.Oh but you are the phrase at the end of the bar, a long and high refrain. Hanging around for the choir to strike sound, So's you can holler your joy and your pain.