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.