Category: Music

June Playlist

1970s Rock is a good summer sound, but the 70s wasn’t all Led Zeppelin derivatives and fluffy hair. There was also the introduction of Psychobilly as a darker sub-genre of Rockabilly. The Cramps started it in America, the first big name in the UK was The Meteors in the 1980s. You can find more detail on Wikipedia, and on this long Spotify Playlist (don’t click that unless you really like Psychobilly music, there’s a lot).

Back to the June Playlist :

  1. Necromancy – The Coffinshakers. A Swedish band who struggled in the 90s, gained a small following in Finland and had a minor resurgence some years later. The theatrics and Johnny Cash sound-a-like captures the genre for me.
  2. My Love for Evermore – The Hillbilly Moon Explosion (Switzerland). A fine example of the kitsch and fun side of Rockabilly, with a Psycho twist. The video on Youtube is a great mini-movie, don’t be fooled by the opening credits.
  3. Black Smoke Rising – Greta Van Fleet. Southern rock style band from Michigan. Three of the four are brothers. It’s a great sound, very Led Zeppelin. Hopefully, they will become more distinctive with time, they’ve got plenty of it.
  4. Stand Up – ACDC. Not so much time for them, hence a slower number. As ballad-y as it gets for this group. This sort of hard-rocking blues also came up in the 1970s.
  5. Can’t Take It With You – Allman Brothers Band. This is an actual 1970s song, enjoy. I first heard this song while I was working on this list. It was used as the theme tune to the BBC Radio 4 show of the same name, by top comedian Angela Barnes.
  6. Mine Forever – Lord Huron. This is a soft-focus end of the evening song, it sounds a lot older than it is. But isn’t this a romantic 2020’s song? Listen to the words carefully, and now imagine The Coffinshakers performing it. “In my mind your mine forever, In my mind your mind forever…” It could be the theme of a stalker meetup group.

A Song and Dance

A True Story.

I’m in a writers group. I had missed a meeting and they told me that a music producer had been there, looking for lyrics writers. I got the contact details and made an appointment.

I met with the record producer, a bitter, twisted old man. I was surprised to find he was my age, do I look like that? He complained about young girls that rock up to his studio, with thousands of ‘likes’ on Facebook, and expect to be turned into a pop star. No material, no band, no clue. Where do these singing knickers get their ideas?

The studio was in a disused office building, the sort of run down place amateur bands and artists use. He had a huge mixing desk, he said it was an analogue desk he had recovered from a place in New York, he used to work there. Look at this thing, tell me you can do this with laptop, these idiots with their Apple computers think they make music, it has no soul, no life. I agreed with him, I felt that it would be best to go along with whatever he said. I couldn’t really remember the way out, he lit up a cigarette. I prayed he would not offer me a coffee or anything. I might wake up in an ice bath with my kidneys removed. Then I remembered the writing group, how come no one pointed out that this guy is a psycho? They can’t have missed it.

Pop music and talent shows have killed real music. He was just ranting now. I wondered, If real music is dead then who are you making this album for? I kept that thought to myself, I told myself I can just churn out some lyrics, if he uses them I get royalties.

The sticking point came when I asked him to send me some tunes to work with. He was reluctant, as if I would steal his music. I’ve heard nothing from him since. Maybe he found someone else. Fine with me.

3 May 2017

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