Everything Is Turbulence

Justin Robertson in his Deadstock 33s guise has a new album out- my first listen has been very rewarding and there's lots here to get your ears into. Some of it is very much dancefloor oriented (including a Daniel Avery collaboration) but there are many other things going on too, what Justin has called 'lysergic soul and atomic machine boogie'. This track features his wife Sofia on vocals and has bags of atmosphere.

Vintage Future

Smart lo fi, post punk from American band The Intelligence- the guitars and analogue synths are dreamy and Lars Finberg sings with the world weariness of a man who has seen the future that was promised and doesn't think very much of it.

These Are Dark Days

One of the records I played early on at the party on Friday night was this 1990 Andrew Weatherall remix, slightly overlooked in his back catalogue I think. Sly and Lovechild were a clubby duo, very of the time, but they never really took off and a 1993 album was their last shot. The remix opens with the voice of  the Reverend Jasper Williams, full of warnings and dread, and despite the 'we feel real good tonight' announcement this song stays moody. Ominous synths, sitar and kettle drums give this a darker edge compared to some of his other work from the period. None the worse for it either.

The World According To... Weatherall (Soul Of Europe Mix)

This Justin Robertson remix of another Sly and Lovechild song, Spirit Of Destiny, has a dub-house groove and horns. Lionrocking.

Dusky

This was my view from behind the decks at a friend's 45th birthday party I played records at on Friday night, decks on the decking with fairy lights and a chandelier in the tree above my head. It was good fun, playing records outdoors for a small but appreciative crowd who wore a hole in the lawn. The man from next door (who went to school with Johnny Marr) asked 'have you got any Northern?' Guests had been asked to bring any 45s they might want playing and a man from a few roads away turned up with Underworld's Rez, which somehow I wasn't expecting.

This new one from East Yorkshire's Mono Life is a lovely piece of work and bodes well for the new album he's working on. Slow, down tempo, pushing all the right buttons and with a feel of those few minutes when the shadows lengthen and the sun slips down.

Hardcore Uproar

Simon said he hasn't been able to read this blog at his place of work because the firewall blocks Bagging Area due to its 'adult and sexual content'- which is news to me, I don't think there's much sexual content here apart from maybe the odd nipple. So today's blogpost heading won't help but it's not that kind of hardcore. Sorry if you were hoping for something else, let's keep it clean.

Hardcore Uproar is a legendary twelve incher (ahem) from 1990 by Together (Suddi Raval and Jon Donaghy) originally a white label produced with the sole intention of played at the Hacienda. It went on to reach number 12 in the UK charts. Opening with a few one fingered (oop!) keyboard notes, courtesy of John Carpenter, the track builds with some crowd noises and cheers (live from a rave in Nelson, Lancashire that got raided by the police), a couple of vocal samples (one of Ben Obi Wan Kenobi from Stars Wars), goes into bleep territory and finally climaxing (eek!) with all out piano house. Simple, home made, incredibly affecting and effective. It's probably best experienced in a northern nightclub or warehouse, strobe lights blinking and dry ice swirling, surrounded by people you don't know who all want to be your friend. As it is you'll have to settle for Saturday morning in front of your computer.



Together went on to remix Contra-Indications by Durutti Column, the brilliant Together Mix. While working on it Jon and his girlfriend were tragically killed in a motorbike accident in Ibiza.

There's No Sense In Trying

Factory Friday, in response to Dirk, The Swede and others and because it could be fun. Crispy Ambulance signed to Factory in 1980. I was going to post Deaf but I've done it before (years ago admittedly and it is a great song). Dirk mentioned The Presence so I've gone for that, all thirteen minutes of it. At first listen you should be able to spot Martin Hannett's unmistakeable production. Singer Alan Hempsall intones over a proper post-punk sound- gloomy maybe, grey raincoats possibly but with a brightness too.

The Presence

The Presence was the A-side of Live On A Hot August Night, released on Factory Benelux in June 1981. You can fit all of Crispy Ambulance's back catalogue onto one compact disc and I think you probably should. After signing Crispy Ambulance and failing to sell them in any decent quantities Tony Wilson declared 'no more bands with stupid names'. Then he signed Stockholm Monsters. Factory's failure to sell records in the first half of the 80s by anyone except New Order may have had more to do with their refusal to use pluggers. Or buy advertising. But we wouldn't have it any other way would we? Crispy Ambulance are also immortalised in Half Man Half Biscuit's epic account of shit gigs and band rivalries.

Running Order Squabble Fest

1960

Gregory Porter asking the pertinent questions about the 1960s, reworked by Opolopo. Jazzy bass, soulful house vibe, Motor City is burnin'. 1960 what?

1960 What? Opolopo Kick Bass Rerub

1940

Parisienne duo Vox Low have been one of my top discoveries of this year. In this song they use a vocal sample- 'It's 1940 in this room'- and build around it with some proper tension and release. Not entirely dance, but not really rock either. Something else.

What did 1940 offer the world? The fall of France, Belgium, the Netherlands, Denmark and Norway, the occupation of Paris, war between the Soviet Union and Finland, the evacuation at Dunkirk, the establishment of the Vichy regime, Italy joining the war as an Axis power, the Battle of Britain, the Blitz including the flattening of Coventry and fifty seven consecutive nights bombing, Allied bombing of Hamburg, rationing, the re-armament of the USA in full swing with the first peacetime draft into the army, the Nazi proposal of the Madagascar Plan, race riots in Chicago, Detroit and Los Angeles, the murder of Leon Trotsky, the deaths of Neville Chamberlain and F Scott Fitzgerald, the suspension of the Olympic Games and the Nobel prizes...

It's 1940 In This Room

Blue Room

On the mp3 player that sits in my car and helps me get to and from work there is an edited version of Blue Room by The Orb, their 1992 single that famously saw them appear on Top Of The Pops doing nothing but playing chess. The short version is about four minutes long but always leaves me wanting a bit more. Here's the longer version, with that bit more that I wanted.

Blue Room (Full Version)

The song was deliberately written and timed to run to 39.57 due to the chart compiling company Gallop's then recent decision that no single eligible for the UK charts could be longer than forty minutes long. Hence, Blue Room is the longest single to chart in the UK. Describing  Blue Room will only lead me to descend into cliches about journeys and trips so I won't bother, just give up some time to letting it improve your day.

Wait By The Gate

Earlier this year I posted an ep by Manchester based group Multiplier, three songs with widescreen guitars, songs somewhere in Elbow and Doves territory but also Manchester's lost sons The Chameleons, with some shoegaze too. They've had some radio exposure on BBC 6 and local stations and played with iLIKETRAINS, Six By Seven, Blossoms and The Woodentops. They have a double A side single out in October, and have gone straight for the jugular with a pair of songs that sound like they're ready to punch a hole in the speakers. Both tunes also sound like gig songs, dynamic and to be performed live in front of speaker stacks and under lights. Wait By The Gate is carried along by rolling drums and bass and a vocal that recalls Richard Ashcroft in his prime. Chasing Shadows sounds like it should playing over the closing titles of TV series, guitar heroics and all. The single will be on Bandcamp next month, in a pay what you want deal. There's something going on here, give them a go.

I just checked what I wrote last time and noticed that the last time I wrote about Multiplier I put a picture of Edie Sedgwick alongside them so I'm following suit today. She had a strong look.

Dapper Sunday

It's Sunday and it's a lazy Bagging Area Weatherall mix post, a sartorially themed hour of songs in advance of the Convenanza festival at Carcassonne Castle next weekend, starting out with a fine selection of reggae tunes before going rockabilly, like the old Double Gone Radio mixes used to do. Items of clothing and dress referenced include rude boy style, pink peg slacks, black slacks, black boots, jackboots, two tone shoes, dancing shoes, gloves of both black leather and the colour green, double mirrored wraparound shades, sunglasses, a pair of combs, a faded Levis jacket, leather jackets, black denim trousers and the best dressed chicken in town.

Convenanza is pretty close to  a dream festival at Bagging Area Towers but what are the chances of me flying to the south of France for a weekend at the September? Slim.

The Dapper Gentleman Mix by Andrew Weatherall on Mixcloud

Mystery Plane

The Cramps work like a palette cleanser or paint stripper- no matter what's going on, what you've been listening to or what's going through your head, they strip it all away, reduce it down to the bare bones. That's a good thing.

In 1979 they recorded some demos with Alex Chilton. Many people consider these songs to be superior versions to the ones that came out a year later on Songs The Lord Taught Us. This version of Mystery Plane sounds as good as they look in the picture above, also from 1979.

Mystery Plane (Ohio Demo Version)

Fairy Tales

More Factory for Friday. Stockholm Monsters were mates from Burnage, on Factory between 1981 and '87, who made some cracking guitar singles housed in some beautiful sleeves but, it almost goes without saying, hardly sold any records. Tony Wilson loved them. Fairy Tales was their debut release from January 1982, produced by Martin Hannett, sparse and spindly with piano and flute and some typically Hannett touches making this anything but ordinary early 80s indie. There are loads more gems in their small back catalogue, including their only album which was produced by Peter Hook.

Fairy Tales

Ivy Ivy Ivy

This was the song I was going to post yesterday before I got distracted by Paperclip People and by coincidence Primal Scream posted it on social media yesterday with the instruction 'check Throb's yellow flying V'. Ivy Ivy Ivy was the lead single off their second album and the moment Primal Scream went rock- leather trousers and long hair replacing anoraks and bowl cuts. To be honest, it doesn't sound as rock as it did back in 1989 and Bobby's vocal is straight from their indie phase. I think it is pleasingly trashy though. The sleeve is dominated by Throb's crotch. I saw them on the tour to promote this single in a tiny cellar venue in Liverpool called Planet X. There weren't too many more people in the audience than on the stage and I don't think anyone there would have predicted that within months they would be transforming again into loved up acid house heroes thanks to Loaded.

Oscilator

I was going to post some squealing guitars today but I had a text exchange with an old friend who mentioned the Jamie Xx album (see yesterday) and also that apparently Jamie's favourite album is Paperclip People's 1996 The Secret Tapes Of Dr. Eich. Paperclip People was an alias for Carl Craig, Detroit techno scientist and wizard. The Secret Tapes... is a twelve track dancefloor masterpiece- pure, streamlined, machine music. Being from Detroit it is also gritty and dark. It manages to be both minimal and big sounding. This one, Oscilator, begins with a siren blast on repeat, then the drums kick in and distorted bass hits. After that you get six minutes of modulating, oscilating synths that twist and turn things upside and down. Straight to the point dance music that sounded like the future in 1996 and still sounds modern now. I love the album cover too, the reel to reel tape recorder (a 2012 re-mastered, re-issue had updated artwork. you can buy it here).

Oscilator

You Go To Loud Places

I'm still massively enjoying the Jamie Xx album. This John Talabot remix of one of the standout songs Loud Places strips it down, keeps Romy's vocal and then goes synth crazy at the end. Probably works best in a club but still sounds good at home.

Beginnings And Finishings

This is me crossing the finishing line yesterday, smiling at the relief of completing 100 miles on the bike. The second half was really tough going. I got round in six hours and twenty two minutes. My thighs seized up last night and there's an annoying pain in my left knee. In the background you can see the statue of Oliver Cromwell that Manchester's civic leaders moved from outside Manchester Cathedral to Wythenshawe Park. Massive thanks to those people who read this blog that sponsored me- really, thank you.

Ctel posted this a few weeks back, a lovely, melodic piece of minimal house from GEM_DOS. Apparently the main instrument carrying the melody was played live, with the drums and vocal put on afterwards. I can't recommend it enough. Free download too.

Sunday Ton

Some of you might start getting twitchy if there hasn't been an Andrew Weatherall related post for a couple of days- I know I do and it's been four days since Wilmot. Here is his most recent two hour Music's Not For Everyone radio show for NTS, the usual mix of the interesting, the out there and the unexpected, including five songs from a project in Skipton that encourages girls to pick up musical instruments and play them, all of which are wonderful. Listen to it here (the embed thing wasn't working at the time of typing). The Selfa Girls Rock Camp is here.

I'm out on my bike today, an organised 100 mile ride from Wythenshawe Park out into Cheshire and back again. I've done the ride before and it's a really good event. Last year I did it in six hours eleven minutes, enough time to listen to the Weatherall show three times and have time to pop off to make a cup of tea. I'm riding to raise money for The Christie. We've lost two friends in the last two years to cancer, both of them too young and leaving husbands and children behind. If you can spare a couple of quid, you can donate here.

Which brings me to the picture, a 1980s advert for a bike. Someone thought that they could sell a golden road bike by using a big haired model in golden shades and golden tights, firing laser beams out of her breasts. Your guess is as good as mine.

You Used To Speak The Truth But Now You're Clever

When I posted Boom, a Happy Mondays B-side from 1988, a couple of weeks ago I flipped the 12" over to enjoy the A-side shortly afterwards. If I could only have one Happy Mondays song it would be Wrote For Luck, their essence distilled into a gloriously fucked up but funky racket. Shaun's lyrics are his best, full of truths and wit, and Horse's guitar part is from some other place entirely. Martin Hannett's production makes perfect sense. Shaun said of working with Hannett it was the only time the producer was more out of it than the band. You could have the album version, the various mixes, the W.F.L. Oakenfold and Vince Clarke versions, any of them. In October 1988 The Bailey Brothers shot a video for the in Legends discoteque in town. It is also a work of genius- fill a city centre club with your mates, get them refreshed and roll cameras. Shaun's facial expressions tell the story in themselves. 

So Many Crumbs And Monkeys

Over the lifetime of this blog I've written posts about five Durutti Column songs- Sketch For Summer, Sketch For Winter, Otis, The Missing Boy and The Together Mix- which coincidentally would be pretty close to my top five Durutti Column songs if I were asked to make a list. This song is proof though that Vini Reilly continued to write and record minor classics long after the collapse of Factory Records and well into the 21st century. The album Sunlight To Blue...Blue To Blackness came out in 2008 and is well worth tracking down. This is a beautiful little tune, the pitter patter of drums set against Vini's unique guitar sound and softly sung vocals.

So Many Crumbs And Monkeys