The Sensational Alex Harvey Band - Framed live (fake 7") (1976)

A request for re-uping this fake single gives me the opportunity... to do it actually. I'm not adding anything to the long initial post below. Catch it here. Alex forever in our heart. Someone has put the song on youtube using my cover sleeve. It's OK for me, I don't claim to be cited for these self-made covers but that was not me that posted the clip (see below).

This is a fake single. But when the British Tour 1976 album was released, 5 years ago, everyone had to admit that it was a shame that the band did not publish this one instead of the weak official live the year before. I don't think they would because Hugh McKenna did not play at this show (and for most of the tour I believe) due to a sort of nervous breakdown, and was replaced by the talented Tommy Eyre (who had played in a great band called Riff Raff). So, sure that Alex would not have agreed to edit a SAHB album without his co-composer. Sad cause really the versions of the classics were played with a power and a madness that were lacking to most of the other live recording I know. And more than that, the 3 songs from the rather uneven SAHB Stories, released the same year ("Amos Moses", "Boston Tea Party" and "Dance To Your Daddy") are given a much more punchy treatment here than in their studio versions. But the nail (it's a French expression that does not have its equivalent in English I suppose but I don't care) of the show, was the "Framed" version Alex played in Adolf Hitler. Few are those in music that had the courage (or craziness) to do with Hitler what Chaplin and Mel Brooks had done in films, I mean derision revealing as much as drama the horror of someone we have to call a human. Alain Kan (in "Devine qui vient dîner ce soir" from his Whatever Happened to... LP), and Serge Gainsbourg (in his Rock Around The Bunker LP) did it in France. Alex does it here, and it was sometimes not well understood by the press and even the public. One year later, punks would do the same (specially the Vibrators, who were not exactly punks in fact) but even provocative as it was at this time, I don't think this could be possible today. And I'm not sure that this Hitler's version of "Framed" can be tolerated in the politically correct atmosphere of our occidental world. No matter, times will change again.  This is the most abrasive blues ever played on this planet. On the (virtual) second side, I chose "Amos Moses", in a great version.

No lyrics here, but open your ears, it is worth.


Procol Harum - Live At Stockholm (1971)

A visitor left a comment that the rar file contained only 13 and not 14 songs. Don't know why the file omitted the last song. So I fixed it and now you have the Grand Finale in the one here.

Re-up and much improved sound of this other radio set recorded the same year than the WPLJ one. What a great thing all these bands who gave radio concerts. I think that with the new mix I did, it's much more pleasant to listen to this concert. The streaming below is with the original sounding bootleg. I can assure that the sound is better on the dl version. I also improved the cover sleeve (not mine).

Six months after the WPLJ concert in New York, we find a new Procol Harum. New because Robin Trower is now gone and his place has been taken by Dave Ball, new because they have now a full-time bassist (Alan Cartwright), and new because the band, probably a Brooker's wish, goes back to the music they played before Home, more keyboards driven than the one they played the 2 former years due to the Trower's influence toward a more straight rock sound. Honestly, it doesn't work so good here. The band does not find the magical atmosphere that these songs from the first 3 album deserved. In particular, Gary Brooker seems quite not at his most confortable on the oldest tracks, often missing the beginning of the words. The tracks from Home are the best, leaving Dave Ball show his style, quite different from the Trower's one, and who did not fit well with the Procol's style, in particular when he had only to be a discrete companion of the piano-keyboards duo. The frustration of Ball will be that he has no proper song to play and this must have been quite uneasy to deal with. But of course, any live set from Procol can be listened with pleasure for BJ Wilson, as good as ever here. Actually, it's a precious document of the transformation of the band from the rock era of Home and Broken Barricades to the classical ear of Live with the Edmonton Orchestra and Grand Hotel. This live set is here recorded from a good source apparently and is due to theultimatebootlegexperience blog, which is no more active it seems but maybe I don't have the new link. One of the best moments here is the extracts of the "In Held Twas I" suite, haunted and rough as rarely and from which I put in streaming "In the Autumn of my Madness" which was sung originally by Matthew Fisher but fits well to Gary Brooker. The end is pure doom and even Black Sabbath did not play so funeral music.

In the Autumn of my Madness. In the autumn of my madness when my hair is turning grey For the milk has finally curdled and I've nothing left to say When all my thoughts are spoken (save my last departing birds) Bring all my friends unto me and I'll strangle them with words In the autumn of my madness which in coming won't be long For the nights are now much darker and the daylight's not so strong And the things which I believed in are no longer quite enough For the knowing is much harder and the going's getting rough



Melanie - alternative Unchained Melanie EP (1996)

Second re-up requested by the visitor called Nathalie. Strange I hadn't re-up all the collection of actual and personally conceived album, this one belonging to the latter for reasons I explain below. Catch it here.

When I feel like a shit that even flies have better to do than to come to visit (as tonight), Melanie's always here to peace my sick and putrefied mind. So here we go again. This collection of songs could have been entitled "Acoustic covers of sad love songs" since it's quite monothematic: absence, separation, unhappy love, sentimental dereliction and that half of the record consists in non Melanie's songs (one from Cat Stevens, one from Sting, one from John Waite and one that was covered by hundred of people most notably by the Righteous Brothers). Recorded at her home in Connecticut probably in 1996, with her children (her two daughters on backing vocals and her gifted son on guitar), these are the only 8 songs from the limited available Unchained Melanie LP, sold only to her shows and filled with 5 songs from Silver Anniversary recorded 3 years before and that you can find here, and one song from Silence Is King (3 years before too) that I'll post maybe one day. I think useless to include songs from other albums in new albums and that's what unfortunately Melanie has done during most of the nineties. So I will only put the unreleased ones on the posts. In this collection, some songs are her owns, and they are the best since nobody's a better songwriter than she is (this is my blog, I write what I want, even if you think I'm a sucker). Among them, some will appear on other further albums in various versions, often less acoustic, but I don't think the beautiful "I Never Had A Clue" is on another record (even a lo-fi compilation) than this one. If you want to know more about it click here, you'll know everything. I decided to cut the album in 2 different sides, the first with covers from others, and the second with Melanie's own songs. Do the flies for me and enjoy.


Melanie - Please Love Me (Soundtrack songs 1969-71) (1973)

Re-up on request by Nathalie, a nice visitor, this compilation. I tell everything about it below. Catch it here. More to come (albums that I haven't re-up since then).

I usually don't like compilations very much, but this one is interesting since it compiles all the songs sung by Melanie in the 2 soundtracks where she was involved in 1970-71 i.e., RPM and All The Right Noises. And they were far from being weak. Some are even gems . This LP was surely released for bad reasons, I mean commercial ones. After Garden in the City, 4 Faces of and The Very Best, Buddha tried to cash on their ex-star gone with her own wings in 1972 to drive her own label. But nobody can blame them cos' it's cool to have all these songs spread on quite dispensable soundtracks LPs gathered here. Can't explain why there is "Momma Momma", a song from her first album on it (but the sublime "In The Hour" was too, except it was the first track on the All The Right Noises soundtrack LP). But since it's a great one, so who can complain? And the final surprise is to find "God's Only Daughter", the B-side of her first single ("Beautiful People") on it. I omitted to add the "Please Love Me" instrumental cos I would have been forced to take it from my vinyl and the sound would have sounded rubbish compared to there fine quality versions of the songs. Morever, it was only an instrumental so not really interesting for any Melanie fan. In brief, an indispensable addi(c)tion to your Melanie's collection if you don't have it. For me, the records that often help me to survive troubled times such as these ones. 


Jim Carroll - People Who Died 7" (1980)

A re-up of one of my fave songs anytime anyplace. All is detailed below in the original post (at least 6 1/2 years ago, God time is a killer). One day we are a people who die. Catch it here.

Now an hommage to a man who sang "People Who Died" and who died last september. I wanted to make something here the day after he died, but many blogs did it so I found it unnecessary. But since I imagined that he would become the Steve Harley of the eighties when this single appeared, it seems to me not possible to omit this single after the Singles As  and Bs from Steve Harley I posted 2 days ago. Jim Carroll was a poet. I can't judge if I like or not his poetry since poetry is not easy to appreciate in an other language than our native one. At least I know his lyrics talked to me more, much more than a whole Springsteen lyric book. And this song was a revelation for me. I hoped the album would be a gem but it was only a good one, not exceptional. No more to add. Jim Carroll had physically changed a lot in the last decade. Over was the time he was an adonis, a young and attractive rocker and charismatic writer. He looked more like a human spectre. Each of us must face physical entropy and to deal with it. We can try to attenuate some marks but some don't care and live what they have to live, whatever the consequences on their image. And then death comes. For each of us. Now Jim could enter in his song and become one of this doomed destiny he sang about. So long.

People who died.
Teddy sniffing glue, he was 12 years old. Fell from the roof on East Two-nine. Cathy was 11 when she pulled the plug. On 26 reds and a bottle of wine. Bobby got leukemia, 14 years old. He looked like 65 when he died. He was a friend of mine. Those are people who died, died. They were all my friends, and they died
G-berg and Georgie let their gimmicks go rotten. So they died of hepatitis in upper Manhattan. Sly in Vietnam took a bullet in the head. Bobby OD'd on Drano on the night that he was wed. They were two more friends of mine. Two more friends that died. Those are people who died, died. They were all my friends, and they died
Mary took a dry dive from a hotel room. Bobby hung himself from a cell in the tombs. Judy jumped in front of a subway train. Eddie got slit in the jugular vein. And Eddie, I miss you more than all the others. And I salute you brother. Those are people who died, died. They were all my friends, and they died
Herbie pushed Tony from the Boys' Club roof. Tony thought that his rage was just some goof. But Herbie sure gave Tony some bitchen proof. "Hey," Herbie said, "Tony, can you fly?". But Tony couldn't fly, Tony died. Those are people who died, died. They were all my friends, and they died
Brian got busted on a narco rap. He beat the rap by rattin' on some bikers. He said, "Hey, I know it's dangerous, but it sure beats Riker's". But the next day he got offed by the very same bikers. Those are people who died, died. They were all my friends, and they died

This is a strange picture of Jim carroll I found on the blog of an American journalist (and a Jim Carroll fan) I forgot the link to. It has a ghost quality that perfectly fits the funeral atmosphere of this post.


Kinks - Plastic Man / King Kong 7" (1969)

Another Kinks re-up. More details below. Catch it here.

This single is a bad souvenir for Ray Davies who dislikes it a lot. After the total failure of the Village Green Preservation Society album in the winter 1968-69, the Kinks quicky went back in studio to record a "hit", issued in March 1969. The hit will be a miss since "Plastic Man" failed to get higher than the 31th range in the charts. You may say "who care?" but in these times, there was no much hope to survive for such a band without some kind of commercial achievement in the charts. Moreover, Ray Davied was not very proud of the song, not one of his finest for sure, but honestly a good one with his characteristic sarcastic lyrics about well-thinking citizens. And the B-side is astonishing cos' on the beginning you'd believe to hear what will be the future T. Rex. The reason I put it in streaming. The riff is quite "You Really Got Me"-inspired but they were the creators of it so what the hell. These 2 songs will be forgotten a long time, only included in the Great Lost Kinks album and finally included in the latest reissue of Arthur in 1998. There are 2 versions of "Plastic Man", a mono (as on the single) and a stereo, and I put them both on the single.

Plastic Man. A man lives at the corner of the street,And his neighbors think he’s helpful and he’s sweet,’cause he never swears and he always shakes you by the hand,But no one knows he really is a plastic man.He’s got plastic heart, plastic teeth and toes,(yeah, he’s plastic man)He’s got plastic knees and a perfect plastic nose.(yeah, he’s plastic man)He’s got plastic lips that hide his plastic teeth and gums,And plastic legs that reach up to his plastic bum.(plastic bum)Plastic man got no brain,Plastic man don’t feel no pain,Plastic people look the same,Yeah, yeah, yeah.Kick his shin or tread on his face,Pull his nose all over the place,He can’t disfigure, or disgrace,Plastic man (plastic man).He’s got plastic flowers growing up the walls,He eats plastic food with a plastic knife and fork,He likes plastic cups and saucers ’cause they never break,And he likes to lick his gravy off a plastic plate.Plastic man got no brain,Plastic man don’t feel no pain,Plastic people look the same,Yeah, yeah, yeah.Kick his shin or tread on his face,Pull his nose all over the place,He can’t disfigure, or disgrace,Plastic man (plastic man).He’s got a plastic wife who wears a plastic mac,(yeah, he’s plastic man)And his children wanna be plastic like their dad,(yeah, he’s plastic man)He’s got a phony smile that makes you think he understands,But no one ever gets the truth from plastic man (plastic man)Plastic man (plastic man).


Kinks - Mountain Woman / Kentucky Moon fake 7" (1972)

Nobody asked me to, but I decided to re-up the Kinks singles (real or fake). Here a 2-unreleased songs that I had put on a fake single with a nice did-it-myself cover sleeve. I think it deserves to be dl. Catch it here. More to come.

When the reissue of the Kinks catalogue was released more than 10 years ago, I was surprised to find these 2 unreleased tracks from the Muswell Hillbillies sessions in the eponymous album. Not that they could be hits, but honestly they are both good songs that could have found their way in the album. Don't know why Ray Davies did not include them. Maybe their US trad. influence was too much for the times. So, I created this fake single for these 2 forgotten Kinks songs. For the cover sleeve, I digitally worked on a picture of Catwoman (see Scoptophilia blog here to see who she is) in a mountain landscape since it's a nice illustration of the "Mountain Woman" song. Of course, it's too sex to have been a cover at the time and even today but here we are free (at least for some times) to avoid all this prudishness bullshit.