PHILLY GROOVE STORY VOLUME 2

SOUL DISCRETION

Philly Groove was set up by manager Stan Watson in 1967 after the break-up of Philadelphia’s main ’60s outlet, Cameo Parkway. Primarily, it was where A&R man Thom Bell developed the lustrous soul symphonies he’d later polish with songwriters Gamble and Huff at Philadelphia International. Aside from hits by The Delfonics and First Choice, this two-part history is notable for its choice collection of rare grooves, including standouts from The Nat Turner Rebellion, The Quickest Way Out and Ben Aiken’s mesmerising falsetto on “One And One Is Five”.

Though New York rockers Mountain were a quartet, they’ll forever be regarded as America’s answer to Cream. The turbo-charged blues-rock riffs and mammoth power chords of guitarist/singer Leslie West were as imposing as his own outsized frame. However, his heavy-rock stompers were offset by the more melodic offerings of bassist Felix Pappalardi, making for a more varied palette than might be expected by those who only know “Mississippi Queen”. This compilation shows that Mountain were not merely among the first hard-rockers, but were among the best.

As niche markets go, obscure US sci-fi psychobilly takes some licking. Subtitled “A Unique Collection of Original Sci-Fi-influenced High Octane Rock’n’Roll Hillbilly Boogie From 1950s America”, this is a nostalgic, hilarious hoot. Inseparable atomic-age obsessions of Commie paranoia and alien invasion are filtered through tales of Ruskie espionage (country hoedown “Sputniks & Mutnicks”), swingin’ hep-cats from space (“The Boppin’ Martian”), nuclear innuendo (“Rocket In My Pocket”) and little green men cutting a rug at the high school hop (“Flying Saucers Rock’n’Roll”). If Quentin Tarantino ever nails that elusive road movie on Mars, this is your soundtrack.

Nearly everyone is aware of the mythology surrounding Johnson, who reputedly sold his soul to Satan for meteoric development as a musician. Disc one explores the origins of Johnson’s sound, and includes Son House, who famously inspired him. Disc two contains the entire Robert Johnson songbook (bar alternate takes), 29 tracks recorded over two brief sessions in 1937, only a year before the Devil came to close the debt in 1938. Largely ignored in his day yet achieving legendary status in the ’60s, disc three features a plethora of artists (Muddy Waters, Elmore James, Alexis Korner, Jack Bruce) who attempted to recreate the ethereal power of Johnson’s voice and the sheer brilliance of his slide guitar work.

Californian Mark Eric Malmborg’s dream came true the day he attended the taping of the Beach Boys’ appearance on The Andy Williams Show, witnessing Brian Wilson furiously composing a tune that was to become “Little Girl I Once Knew”. A career in TV (he was a frequent bit-part actor in The Partridge Family) and music followed, with sadly only one album and a few singles being released. Completely self-written, these soft, low-key pop songs are built around tricky chord changes, and have symphonic arrangements and emotionally charged lyrics. Available on CD for the first time, the original album is augmented by four further compositions and four 45 mono mixes.

Before he joined forces with Ian McCulloch and a drum machine called Echo, the young Will Sergeant was making his own two-track instrumental recordings at home. And here they are?rough around the edges, often evocative of Bowie’s Low but pretty bloody ahead of their time for the late ’70s (even today they sound like the radical calling cards of a guitar innovator aching to join a truly great band). As an extra we’ve also Sergeant’s spooky, Doors-like soundtrack to the 1982 Bunnymen tour film Le Via Luonge. Visit www.ochre.co.uk for mail order.

Having been groomed for pop stardom by Mickie Most and then almost securing a gig in Led Zeppelin over Robert Plant, by the early ’70s Terry Reid’s career was drifting without a rudder. Then out of nowhere he released River.

Virtually ignored when it appeared in 1973, I was one of the tiny handful of people who bought it. At the time, my favourite albums were Tim Buckley’s Happy Sad, David Crosby’s If I Could Only Remember My Name and Van Morrison’s Astral Weeks. Life was a constant search for other records with the same stoned, fluid, jazzy quality and there wasn’t much of it about. In British rock, it was virtually non-existent.

Mighty Baby had hinted at it (check out their wonderful jam, “There’s A Blanket In My Muesli”, on the long unavailable triple vinyl album from the 1971 Glastonbury Festival). Traffic got halfway there on tracks such as “The Low Spark Of High-Heeled Boys”.

But, basically, you had to look west?and specifically to southern California. Which was exactly what Reid did. At 23 and with a failed pop career behind him, he relocated to the West Coast, signed to Atlantic and, working with the late Tom Dowd, recorded River. Musically, it’s extraordinary. David Lindley?of blessed Kaleidoscope memory?plays magnificent languid and laidback guitar lines. Reid’s vocals meander and caress their way through the shimmering jazz-folk abstractions, deconstructing his words so that the voice becomes a vehicle of pure sound

WHAT WE DID ON OUR HOLIDAYS

UNHALFBRICKING

POLYDOR/UNIVERSAL

No one did more than Fairport to loosen English folk from its traditional moorings. In the late ’60s, they were almost solely responsible (Pentangle were up there, too) for removing fingers from ears and acting as a hothouse for folk’s rising stars.

The most remarkable feature of these pre-Liege & Lief reissues (each coming with bonus tracks) is how little they’ve dated. In particular, 1968’s eponymous debut, too often dismissed as inferior, is a startlingly assured eclectic treasure. The twin vocal pairing of Ian Matthews MacDonald and Judy Dyble (later of Matthews Southern Comfort and Giles, Giles & Fripp respectively) inevitably drew comparisons with West Coast counterparts Jefferson Airplane, while its mixture of covers and originals pooled from influences as far afield as Coltrane, Ewan MacColl, The Byrds and, most prominently, Dylan are psychedelicised by Richard Thompson’s acid guitar licks.

By 1969’s What We Did On Our Holidays, Dyble had been replaced by mercurial ex-Strawbs singer Sandy Denny, arguably the greatest female voice these isles have produced. Again drawing from blues, rock, cajun and folk, it successfully seeded perennial classics (“Fotheringay”, “Meet On The Ledge”) alongside more Dylan and Joni Mitchell retreads.

The same year’s Unhalfbricking was a revelation, unique from its cover sleeve (Denny’s parents in perfect Middle England repose outside their Wimbledon home) to its streamlining of folk roots with electric rock. Inspired by The Band’s recent tapping of all things earth, Music From Big Pink, its standout track remains the revolutionary reappraisal of trad staple “A Sailor’s Life”, electrifying folk music forever and, though follow-up Liege & Lief was their radical zenith, never bettered before or since.

Working in conjunction with his father John, Alan Lomax helped build the Archive Of Folk Song for the American Library Of Congress. Using portable equipment, Lomax was able to tour America recording folk, blues and gospel performers.

Three classic albums are presented here?Blues In The Mississippi Night, largely based around Big Bill Broonzy, Memphis Slim and “Sonny Boy” Williamson; a collection of impassioned chain-gang work songs called Murderers Home; and American Song Train Volume One, recorded in England by Lomax Jr and other American

Despite never achieving the star status of The Grateful Dead. The Doors or Jefferson Airplane, Spirit were fully as innovative and powerful as any of their ’60s California peers.

This collection was already essential when released in its original form in the 1970s. With snazzy remastering and several additional cuts, it’s all the more enticing. Their tasteful, blues-influenced psychedelic guitar, jazz-tinged keyboards and percussion, and finely honed pop-rock songcraft made for one of the most idiosyncratic and rewarding sounds of the decade. And this compilation manages to nail many of Randy California and co’s numerous high points.

THE ELECTRIC SPANKING OF WAR BABIES

CHARLY

President George Clinton’s early forays into post-James Brown global groove were an ear-and eye-opener. Funny, flamboyant, and with all systems set to total funk freakout, Clinton’s psychedelicatessen served up the grooves with side orders of jam and ham that even the Godfather of Soul couldn’t better. Assisted by specialists like Bernie Worrell, Bootsy Collins and Gary Shider, on the cosmic disco record One Nation…(1978) and satirical party album Electric Spanking…(1981) Clinton effectively posed the question, “Who Says A Funk Band Can’t Play Rock?” and spanked audiences into submission while they pondered the answer. And, yes, he definitely inhaled.

Often overlooked on the illustrious Warp roster, Andy Turner and Ed Handley have been making similarly involving electronica since their days in Black Dog a decade ago. Like the recent Aphex Twin compilation, Parts In The Post is a handy summary of how they’ve applied their aesthetic to clients including UNKLE, Matthew Herbert, Grandmaster Flash and the patron saint of this sort of thing, Bj

Much loved and much missed, Pavement are also much to blame for the kind of underachieving provincial indie purveyors who have turned out here to pay homage. “Here” being the operative word, since three of its three dozen covers are of that self-same lugubrious diamond from 1992’s Slanted And Enchanted (as handled by Lunchbox, Number One Cup and star attractions Tindersticks). Future Pilot AKA’s “Range Life”, in Japanese, is a rare novelty among the prevailing mood of faithful worship, enjoyable though this is.

This two-CD set begins with a homemade, twangy hip hop pastiche and ends, 50-odd bootleg concert recordings later, with a rejected jingle for stuffed-crust pizzas. As geeky and crude as you’d expect from the twisted minds of Kimya Dawson and Adam Green, both in content and quality, yet from numbskull covers of The Spin Doctors’ “Two Princes” and The Grateful Dead’s “Friend Of The Devil” to their own “Rainbows” (with its barely repeatable lyric about shitting in a condom), this is compulsively grotesque.

SAVAGE EYE

CROSS TALK

SNAPPER

The last tranche of three gold disc re-releases of Pretty Things albums opens with Silk Torpedo (1974) and Savage Eye (1976), two of their better efforts. That said, neither are outstanding pieces of work, marred by too many anonymous rock-outs and not enough attention to the genuinely creative ideas which crop up along the way. Pretty Things fans, who are the target audience for this series of reissues, will be pleased as usual by the wealth of sleevenotes and illustrations.

It’s a shame the four singles from D’Arby’s 1987 debut Introducing The Hardline were his most successful as they were his worst?that unlovely real ale rasp pretending that screaming signified passion. Neither Fish Nor Flesh (1989) was far more interesting, and the three inclusions here indicate the tip of a bizarre iceberg. Symphony Or Damn (1993) was knobs-on commercialism, although songs like “Delicate” and “Do You Love Me Like You Say” have worn well. On Vibrator (1995) he simply tried too hard.

How’s his muse these days? See Uncut’s assessment of new album Wildcard! on page 91. Meanwhile, the versions here of “Heartbreak Hotel” and “A Change Is Gonna Come” suggest D’Arby may be too chained to the past to chart new territory.