Last week, under the name The All-Time Lowes, I performed four Nick Lowe songs with my drummer friend Mark for my school’s annual fete: “When I Write the Book”, “What’s So Funny (About Peace, Love and Understanding)”, “So It Goes” and “Without Love”. Unlike last year, there are no pictures of the performance to share, but I did buy Basher’s third solo record for £1.50 yesterday; another gem of witty and assured Brit-spiced Americana. Three cheers for Nick Lowe I say.
To be honest, this is real connoisseur’s stuff that I would never have expected to find in amongst Steve Miller and Culture Club records at the Folkestone Flea Market. For those out of the know, Rhythm & Sound are technically adept Berlin duo Moritz Von Oswald and Mark Ernestus in their reggae guise. Reggae in the loosest sense, for, while featuring reggae/dancehall vocalists, this might more accurately be described as minimalist, narcotic electronic dub music. It is distinctive and instantly recognisable. I’m not that much into their Basic Channel stuff, but I’ve got several other R & S 10″‘s as well as their w/ the artists and the versions Lps.
Von Oswald also does lots of work for Honest Jon’s as artist, curator and engineer (at renowned Dubplates & Mastering).
While still totally recognisable here, Al Green’s distinctive drawling style (and that thick hollow-snared, slinky drum sound of producer Willie Mitchell) had yet to fully form on this 1972 American re-issue of the soul great’s confident ’69 debut. His influences, particularly Sam Cooke, are more pronounced. I did have to laugh at one point during a moody cover of the Box Tops’ “The Letter” where, unable to come up with a sensible vamp, Green blurts out, “My baby done wrote me something on a piece of paper–yeah.”
A sweet record and a classic by anyone’s standards .
Probably the album that really kick started the 60s American fascination with musics Brasilia, Stan Getz makes his third Thrifty Vinyl appearance with the original 1962 UK stereo issue of the mellow instrumental Jazz Samba Lp, which sashays through some highlights of the Samba and Bossa Nova songbooks (Jobim’s “Desafinado”, “Samba Triste” by Baden Powel [no, not that one], a pair by Ary Barroso) in understated, smokey fashion.
Finally found a copy of this record in tip-top condition. Shame about the slight blemish on Grace’s face, but that’s only the sleeve, right?
“Pull Up To The Bumper” was the big hit on this album, but the whole thing is an exercise in seemingly effortless in-the-pocket grooves, held down by the Sly & Robbie rhythm section and luxurious, but never over-cooked production from Mr.
Whiteworst Blackwell and his team.
This will sit very nicely in the collection, nestled in-between previously thrifted “Warm Leatherette” and “Living My Life” albums. Although I might keep an eye out for another copy with an unspoiled sleeve…
A couple weeks ago I was talking to an antique dealer in Tenterden. He is also a record collector and reckoned there were about five dealers in the Ashford area who he meets regularly at bootfairs. Sometimes he wins out, sometimes one of the other guys (and it’s always guys). These men arrive when the bootfair opens (usually 7 a.m. round these parts) and scoop up any goodies before those that relish sleeping in on Sundays. Now, I’ve done fairly well for myself getting to bootfairs around 9 a.m., but lately I’ve felt that if I’m going more decent stuff I really need to get up and out a lot earlier.
It did not happen today. I was at a party late last night, with its attendant excesses and didn’t get to Ashford Orbital Bootfair till 10:30, by which time many stall holders had left. Damn. Maybe next week. At least I found this lovely virtually mint condish Edwin Hawkins record.
Let’s see, fish-eye photo, electric puce tops for the ladies, vintage Hofner violin bass, Golden Gate Bridge symbolically in the background, yes this is a late sixties gospel record when suddenly God was in vogue in the pop charts. In fact, He’s a Friend of Mine was recorded after the spine tingling “Oh Happy Day” but released prior to that 1968 song’s really hitting in ’69-’70. The singing is echo-laden, repetitive and energetic, ecstatic even, the backing is muscular, and off-beat hand claps make a regular appearance. This is (relatively) big budget, tightly controlled stuff, in contrast to earthier fare offered recently by the Numero Group and Light In the Attic.
A couple of totally spectacular 12″ singles from the dawn of digital dancehall. Prince Jammy’s ‘Sleng Teng’ riddum basically ushered in a new era in Jamaican music, and although the follow-up collaboration with Wayne Smith, ‘Ickie All Over’, doesn’t quite hit the same heights, its still a nifty tune, with an alternative vocal version by Tonto Irie on the flip (entitled ‘Life Story’), and some sweet dub instrumentals too. I think its quite collectible. Shame it doesn’t have an original Greensleeves bag as well, but you can’t have everything.
Edit: Just seen a little article on the Sleng Teng riddim over at The Guardian. Truly an historic recording!