Cut The Applause And Dim The Light…

White Man’s Reggae

Not Bad For A 69 Year Old

Yes, all the clichés are present and correct for a man born in 1947. This is a cross between “A Whiter Shade Of Pale” and “Free As A Bird” (which he produced) with maybe bits of other Beatle-esque flavours swirling around. But its quite remarkable such an old geezer can still release a very concise, new (well, 2015 is ‘new’ enough for highteadreams) recording with a voice that could pass for a guy in his 40s. (As well as playing all the instruments himself)

My Favourite Alice Cooper Song

This is the only full length version of the 1975 classic from America’s most colourful showman in the rock business. There are two ways to absorb this: 1) a creepy warning from a dangerous hombre lurking in the shadows meant to freak you out. 2) or you can just enjoyable the funky, tongue-in-cheek exaggeration of the ominous sentiment. In other words – theatrical camp. “Welcome to my breakdown” is a great line. I love the spidery acoustic guitar. And its cosy to know that Vincent Price performed on the album too. If only rock was this much fun now.

You Tube Commenters Can Ruin A Song

Why do these youngsters feel the need to got to the songs of my youth and cover the page with “X Box Rock Band brought me here” & “The Latest Cheesy Flick brought me here” & “An Asian Cartoon brought me here.” No one cares. Why Hollywood & video gamers feel the need to use so many old songs is a mystery. None of today’s stuff any good? But the “Need For Speed anyone?” comments on YT would make Trump tear at his comb over. I found a tune (a manly one!) those brainwashed movie fans/gamers have overlooked. The comment section on this has not yet been violated by the usual suspects. Rant over. Enjoy the testosterone.

Geriatric Bad Boys

Bill Wyman maybe made rock history with his juicy bass playing on this. Welcome to Cocaine Junkie aerobics, 1981 style. Mick can barely fit into his Jane Fonda jazzercise T shirt. He is so into this that I bet they didn’t do a second take without paramedics being on standby. Or a vet. None of the guitars are plugged in…Charlie Watts and Bill are watching Mick and Ronnie go through a midlife crisis. Keith just wants to throw up. As usual. My favourite few seconds are between 00.29 and 00.39….Jagger is really trying to get the inner woman to come out of him with some coquette-ish self mockery.  You’re watching sweaty arm pit history here.

The Greatest Rock Band Ever

A dude looking like a bitch-mannequin, another like an apache. In the year this blogger was born too, but alas not “in a crossfire hurricane”. Back in the day when videos for songs were rare this was a work of art. Amazing bass riff. Fantastic lead guitar. This really lays the law down to the listener. Mick is at his most spastically irrepressible. The man is possessed. And that sneering chorus which must have made Lennon & Townshend green with envy that they hadn’t thought of it first. Jagger is rock’s greatest entertainer. Even if he just makes you laugh. He has a perpetual animal energy that is unique. He is always in motion. [Read more…]

Give My Regards To Broad Street (1984 UK)

maccaI’m going to wade in, boots ‘n all here…What more insults can we fling at the only Angela Lansbury look-a-like in rock music history? For starters, get out your thesaurus and look up synonyms for “uncool” – if there were any justice in the world you’d find a full-page photograph of Paul McCartney in characteristic “thumbs aloft” pose. What more is there to say about this droopy-eyed, jowly-faced twat, his hair dyed black with an auburn afterglow (all that cash and he looks like he’s done his hair at home with a tin of creosote!)? Well, back in ’84 he made this home movie, see? And a certain person on this blog (who is having a bad day because its that time of the month again) is gonna review it. See?! So, without further ado, ladies and poultices, lets draw back the curtain once more… [Read more…]

No One Here Gets Out Alive ( Jerry Hopkins & Danny Sugerman)

jim-morrison-no-one-here-gets-546237The Doors? If you were lucky enough to be at one of their concerts you wouldn’t know if you had been there five minutes or five days. Jim Morrison? Perhaps the most interesting drunk of the twentieth century. Saying that Morrison died of a heart attack is like saying the Captain of the Titanic had damp socks. He wanted to be remembered as a revolutionary poet who kept sticking it to The Man. And so he has. This predictably became a best-seller in 1980 and really blew life into the myths about Jim and his band. Hopkins & Sugerman were eager to make as much cash as they could off Jim’s old corpse but this is still a fun read. [Read more…]

Easy Rider (1969 USA)

3EasyRiderThe first thing a viewer becomes aware of is how dated it is. There is Peter Fonda, young, thoughtful, soulful. There is Dennis Hopper, young-ish, thoughtless, self-indulgent. And Jack Nicholson actually has hair and a Southern accent, carrying on some monologue about Venusians mating with humans. Fonda explains to Nicholson why smoking dope is better than getting drunk: “How do you do it? Don’t it lead to the hard stuff? I don’t want to get hooked.” As Bob Dylan might sing: don’t preach grandma, I’m only bleeding. The Terry Southern-written script was probably scrawled on the back of a cigarette packet!
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