Cold shafts of broken glass

Some years ago I read biographies of the Beatles and Pink Floyd one after the other, and having finished the latter I remember thinking “gods, Pink Floyd look like grown adults next to the Fabs”. That said, the bullshit over the liner notes to the 2018 remix of Animals that meant it took four years to finally come out demonstrated that when all’s said and done Gilmour and Waters are still pissy little children at heart. Syd would’ve been more than usually bemused had he lived that long…

Anyway, I gave said remix another listen tonight… don’t know how great the differences are beyond one or two really obvious ones, more a case of the overall sound being kind of bigger and fuller. Works fine for me either way. Like Low, which came out only a week before this, it looks like a strange album to have appeared in 1977 when punk was starting to blossom, and yet, in its way, it was also about as punk as Pink Floyd could’ve got… also the point where they really turned into the Roger Waters Band; with Gilmour only contributing to one song and Wright not writing anything, Roger was running the show. Given how miserable the ensuing tour seems to have been for all involved (with Wright threatening to quit at one point), maybe the show should’ve stopped there? But then, of course, the misery of the experience gave Roger the idea for another album…

Don’t you wonder sometimes

After listening to the live album the other day, I had to pull this out for another listen. I really didn’t get this the first time I heard it, though now I place it as my second favourite Dave album after Ziggy; but I was in good company in not getting it at first, cos in 1977 a bunch of critics (and his own record label) didn’t get it either. I don’t entirely blame them (though Charles Shaar Murray’s description of it as “an act of purest hatred and destructiveness” was kind of ludicrous), cos I suppose it was a fairly what-the-fuck album even in 1977, especially coming after Station to Station. Side two in particular must’ve seemed just alien. Somehow the thing was still popular once RCA grudgingly released it…

Splendid production and a quite remarkable range of sounds at work, and it’s got “Sound and Vision” on it, which is only one of his best singles (the remix of the latter on the Ryko issue of the album is less so, shall we say). And that drum sound. I know Steve Lillywhite and Hugh Padgham get the credit for gated reverb, and Visconti didn’t actually do gated reverb as such on Low, but that harmoniser box he did use came up with much the same effect.

The cassette played… Eurotones?

In the most I’ll-be-damned music news I’ve heard in some time, John Lydon has announced that Public Image Limited are competing to represent Ireland in Eurovision.

John Joseph Rotten and Eurovision are two things I don’t think I would’ve ever expected to associate with, and I don’t suppose most people would either. So maybe, by doing the last thing people would expect him to do, John boy’s doing the most punk thing he can? I don’t know. Maybe I’m just trying to rationalise something that, on the face of it, doesn’t make a lot of sense me. At any rate we are a long way from Metal Box

Also, another thing most people probably don’t associate with PiL is the word “lovely”, and yet, that is pretty much what the new single (the one they’re attempting to get into Eurovision with) is. Apparently it’s about his wife, Nora, who is succumbing to Alzheimer’s, and, well, it is confoundingly nice. I would never have thought Lydon would write the words “you are loved” with a straight face, but there you go…

This is all last-night stuff, folks

Revisiting this one tonight in belated honour of Dave’s birthday yesterday. I suppose this is a reasonably representative performance from the Isolar II tour, with the notable exception of “Sound and Vision” making its concert debut at the very end of the tour. George Murray is a pretty solid bassist here, isn’t he? And the intro on “Station to Station” is mad, markedly longer and noisier and more extravagant than the one on Stage.

Some of my best friends are Bengali

On politics, the singer denied he was far-right – a charge that arose after controversial comments on race and racism, as well as his support for now defunct far-right anti-Islam party For Britain.
“Although the left changed and deserted me many years ago, I am most certainly not far-right, and I have not ever met anyone who claims to be far-right,” he wrote.
“My politics are straightforward: I recognize realities. I am therefore sorry to report to some of you that I am absolutely not far-right.”

https://www.theguardian.com/music/2023/jan/07/morrissey-says-miley-cyrus-exit-was-nothing-to-do-with-his-politics

Yeah, you know who else uses words like “realism” in this sense? Racists. Honestly, Steven Patrick has been dodging accusations of far-right sympathies since the 80s, you’d think he would know better by now than to think this would be enough to convince people. Especially after lending credence to the late and not especially lamented For Britain party, which even Nigel Farage, NIGEL FUCKING FARAGE, said was full of Nazis and racists…

Revolver ’22

Love the Fabs. Love Revolver (if not their greatest album, certainly the best thing they’d done by 1966). Still not 100% convinced by the remix, which I gave another spin this afternoon. I don’t think Giles did anything as egregious to this as he did to “She’s Leaving Home” (changing the speed/pitch of the stereo mix to match the mono version) or “Helter Skelter” (toning down Ringo’s blisters in the mix), but still. Despite the much-vaunted use of Peter Jackson’s audio technology to separate sounds out and all that, there’s still only so much you can do with four-track tape, and in the end it kind of reinforces my belief that you’re better off listening to almost anything recorded before 1969 on less than eight-track tape in mono.

Nada!

Miguel Abuelo et Nada were a group of Argentine expatriates who gathered in Paris in 1973 and lasted just long enough to record this one album, which appeared only in France a couple of years later. They had evidently listened to a certain amount of Led Zeppelin (Abuelo’s vocals display certain Plantisms) and Black Sabbath but also brought enough of their own stuff to the table (the cello is a particularly valuable part of the ensemble). Net result: a fascinating mix of psychedelia, prog and early metal that was perhaps doomed to the limited success it apparently achieved.

Also, if you’re going to listen to it, do so with headphones like I just did. This is one of those 1970s stereo albums.