Tag Archive: rock music

  • Great British Band: Led Zeppelin

    Led Zeppelin, Stairway to Heaven

    For most of the 1970s – at least until the punks came along – Led Zep were probably the biggest band in the world, with their long sprawling records and their even longer hair. Above is a song about druids or something.

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  • Happy Birthday Ginger Baker, here’s a drum solo!

    Ginger Baker, 1969

    Ginger Baker, the legendary jazz/rock drummer turns a very outrageous 70-years-old today, which makes us wonder whether the “Ginger” nickname still stands. Might he be more “greyish/ginger” now? We’re not sure. We haven’t seen him for a while. To those who don’t know, he was a popular drummer in the 1960s and 1970s, who enjoyed his most refreshing moment in the sunshine with Cream, starring Eric Clapton. He’s quite a guy, hence we thought we’d buy him a gift, so we all went to bed at the usual time, then craftily shouted out present ideas just as others were on the very cusp of falling asleep. After nine hours of not quite making it to full slumber, it had boiled down to a toss up between some biscuits, or a fabulous drumming clip. In the end we got him both. Happy Birthday Ginger!

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  • Happy Birthday Ian Anderson, here’s Jethro Tull!

    Ian Anderson flute solo, 1976

    Ian Anderson is probably the worst rock star name of all time. Worse even than Eric Clapton. And yet, Ian Anderson – who should really have been a stationer – was the strange woodland creature on flute and vocals in Jethro Tull. Which, yes, is possibly the least rocking band name of all time. It sounds less like a rock group and more like a man you might buy scrumpy off at a folk festival. Or a famous 18th century agriculturalist. Anyway, the point is that Ian Anderson is 62 today, we thought we’d get him a gift, so we all took quite a lot of acid and began whispering ideas to trees, and painting possibilities on the sky using just our thoughts. In the end it boiled down to a toss up between a bubble-blowing fish riding a bike and talking like Elvis Presley, or an old Jethro Tull clip. In the end we got him both. Happy etc…

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  • Thursday Love Song: Small Faces

    Small Faces, Hey Girl

    Regulars to the site will have pre-prepared for today, it being the official day of sensuality and lustiness. They might have packed a spare pair of underpants in with their packed lunch, a few candles, some rose petals, a flask of oysters. Perhaps they’re off to the pictures later with a young Doris from accounts? After that they might enjoy a nice fish supper before getting a leg-over down by the canal. That’s probably how the above young smoothies did it back in the olden times.

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  • Great British Band: Dire Straits

    Dire Straits, Sultans of Swing

    It’s easy to forget that Dire Straits were a good band. Or at least, so says great friend of the site Matt. Unfortunately, we’ve never quite got past the weird computer workmen video, with the song lyric that we forever misheard as “chips for free”. Free chips? Did you hear that – free chips? Excellent! Oh, and we love that joke about Dire Straits forming a band with Chris Rea – they’re going to called it… Chris Straits. And, actually, on listening to the above track, they were pretty bloody good. A Great British Band after all. Yay!

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  • Album covers analysed: Love

    Love, Forever Changes

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    Rock bands love their drugs, just love them. Hence why most bands tend to look completely out of their minds when they’re playing festivals – it isn’t the swooping energy of their music that’s dilating their pupils and causing their mouths to gurn like a chimp attempting to get through a toffee, they’ve played these songs so many times that they’re completely bored of them. It’s crazy drugs. Drugs supplied by the management or roadies. Probably some uppers, downers, blues, reds, purples, violets, gingers, smackos, crackaroos, rice crispies, dongos and a little snifter of cokey joe. That’s what the kids like. And these barmy mind-bending drugs can often be represented artistically on the group’s album cover. For example, we’ve already covered Oasis, who were clearly cocaining it to kingdom come when they decided to depict themselves as other-worldly demi-gods on one of their records, and now to the excellent 1960/70s psychedelic outfit, Love – a brilliant brilliant band. Their Forever Changes record features bonkers morphing portraits of the band members, all overlapping like a venn diagram, painted in crazy colours like blue, yellow, green, and purple. As everyone knows, purple is the colour of LSD. There’s a few swirly bits as well, just to hammer home the point that, yes, the guy doing the doodle is seriously aciding. Here’s a brilliant cut from the album…

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  • Happy Birthday Slash, here’s Iggy Pop!

    Iggy Pop, Sixteen

    It’s another one of those weird fantasy dinner party days, as Daniel Radcliffe, Monica Lewinsky, Woody Harrelson, and Raymond Chandler all prepare for an evening of laughter, presents, wine, great canapes, a cake, a misheard comment, shouting, a fight, quick, get the police! An ambulance, blood everywhere, stunned silence, faint sobbing, taxis home, and broken dreams. But we’ve chosen to honour the rock guitarist Slash, who turns a very impressive 44 today, so we all wrapped our grandmother’s head scarves over our long ginger hair, then spent the afternoon screaming ideas at one another like someone was holding a candle to our toes. After about three hours it had boiled down to a toss up between a urinal for his bedroom, or a brilliant clip of Iggy Pop. In the end we got him both. Happy Birthday Slash!

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  • Interestment’s Top Four: Unfortunate Premature Popstar Deaths

    No room for this gentleman…

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    In tragic music icon terms, Michael Jackson actually lived a fairly long and prosperous life. He made it to half a century, which isn’t bad at all. Elvis only got as far as 42, John Lennon made it to 40 before taking four bullets in the back, and Michael Hutchence was still a fairly youthful 37. Keith Moon and John Bonham made it fashionable for great drummers to die at 32. Then, of course, you have all of the rock stars who couldn’t make it past 27 – Brian Jones, Janis Joplin, Kurt Cobain, Jim Morrison. Gram Parsons was even younger at 26, as was Otis Redding when he died in a plane crash. Tupac was 25, Notorious BIG 24, Ian Curtis 23, and Sid Vicious and Eddie Cochran were barely grown ups at just 21. In fact, the list of tragic early deaths is relatively endless. So with that in mind, we thought it high time to select the four most unfortunate, as decided by us…

    1. Jimi Hendrix, 27

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    It was a very sad day for music in 1970 when Hendrix apparently lay on his back, choking on his own sick, thanks to a few too many red wines. The whole thing still smells a little bit fishy, with rumours floating around that it might not have simply been the innocent death of a drinker. Either way, it robbed the world of a fantastic music man, who managed to mix rock, soul and psychedelic stuff really really well. He keeps the likes of Steve Marriott, Janis Joplin, Marc Bolan and Phil Lynott out of the top four, and, to really put things in perspective, without Hendrix we probably wouldn’t have Prince. What kind of rubbish world would that be?

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    2. Minnie Riperton, 31

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    One of the great female soul singers, Riperton died of the damn cancer when she was 31. But what a 31 years. She’ll always be remembered for Lovin’ You, a slightly drippy love song, but we’ll forever love her for the rock/soul numbers she did with Rotary Connection, Les Fleurs, and the rather graphic sex song, Inside My Love. With so many excellent soul singers to choose from, she has achieved the remarkable feat of keeping Marvin Gaye, Donny Hathaway, Otis Redding and Sam Cooke out of the top four. That’s a very big score for the sisterhood.

    3. Keith Moon, 32

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    There were a few decent dead drummers to choose from, but Keith Moon just beat Dennis Wilson and John Bonham to grab a place in the top four. He edged it for being more of a total maniac. Famous for driving cars into pools, flushing explosives down toilets, and for being a completely brilliant drummer in The Who, he died after taking too many anti-alcohol pills in 1978. He’d just been out for dinner with Paul and Linda McCartney, which presumably had nothing to do with the overdose.

    4. Big L, 24

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    The rap game has seen lots of premature deaths – Easy E, Big Pun, Tupac, Scott La Rock, Jay Dee, Biggie Smalls, Jam Master Jay, Ol’ Dirty Bastard. But the one that really makes us slam our fists and weep up to the heavens screaming “why?” is Big L‘s. We honestly think he could have been the greatest rapper of all time, but instead he took seven bullets to the head and chest one evening in 1999. The murder remains unsolved, which makes it double annoying.

  • Interestment’s Top Four: Incomprehensible Singers

    No room on the list for this poser…

    sting

    It’s always a complete joy to hear from a member of the growing Interestment family, and today Debs – a fantastic writer with a very arched eyebrow – thought she’d point her magnificent microscope at strange popstars who sound like they’re singing gobbledigook. She had this to say…

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    Many of us have had a special relationship with song lyrics at one time or another. Perhaps they evoked the memory of a loved one. Perhaps they recalled the time we were unceremoniously binned by that same loved one as they made off into the sunset, cackling and smearing Marmite onto our best friend. Whatever. The fact remains, lyrics have a magical power that can drag your emotions from exquisite joy to murderous loathing at the mere drop of a stylus. However, there are certain artistes who deny us this experience, simply because they open their mouths and a garbled string of consonants emerge. This lot are ideal listening material if you think the evening may become the sort of nightmare you don’t ever want to remember again…

    1. Michael Stipe, R.E.M

    If nasal slurring is the order of the eve, M. Stipe’s your man. Interesting fact – the title is the only regularly intelligible part of his repertoire, resulting in that embarrassing tendency to start singing along with zest only to fade off in garbled shame: What’s the frequency Kenneth!! whatc – er – shuh huh huh…Ahem.

    2. Bjork

    At best: sounds like a distressed child trying to talk mid-tantrum but who can only gasp out certain words due to wrenching sobs. At worst: it’s the vocal equivalent of shredding a dictionary through a powerful ceiling fan. And an Icelandic dictionary at that.

    3. Caleb Followill, Kings of Leon

    “Spainjer in the spoon gee cow!” strains Caleb at the beginning of Closer, sounding in desperate need of a pint of WD40. Followill manages to enunciate only one word in eleven – somewhat like those drunks who mumble constantly apart from the swear words that they manage to bellow out with all the clarity of a top-grade elocution graduate.

    4. Sean Paul

    Is, when slowed down and fed through an expensive piece of audio equipment actually reciting from the Yellow Pages: Romford and Ilford Districts. True story. Perhaps.

  • Happy Birthday Harry Dean Stanton, here’s Radiohead!

    Radiohead, 15 Step Overdub

    Harry Dean Stanton is one of those actors who everyone has seen, but no one can ever remember where. So allow us to remind you. He was the put-upon world weary dad in Pretty In PinkRingwald‘s finest moment – he was a repossession agent in Repo Man – Estevez’s finest moment – and he enjoyed Swayze’s finest moment in Red Dawn. He’s certainly been around the block a few times, and today he’s turning a very impressive 82, so we thought we’d buy him a present. After about nine small bottles of French beer, we thought it would be completely hilarious to get him a kitten called Rover, or a brilliant overdubbed Radiohead clip spotted by friend of the site Andrew. In the end we got him both. Happy Birthday HDS!

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  • Interestment’s Top Four: Summertime Classics

    No room for the Fresh Prince…

    jazzy-and-fresh

    Something about the sunshine and the outdoors can make certain records sound magnificent. Only a few years ago there was that Macarena song – a repetitive number, with a vocal delivery from two grown men who wouldn’t make 10p busking in the middle of Covent Garden on Australia Day. And yet, the combination of heat, cold beers, heavy drugs, and an semi-erotic dance made it the hit of the Summer. Hence, this list is not about summertime hits, but songs about the Summer itself. After much debate, the top four ended up looking like this…

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    1. MFSB, Summertime

    An up-tempo instrumental take on the sultry jazz classic, we love this. MFSB stands for Mother, Father, Sister, Brother, which lends this track a wholesome family appeal, and it’s great for dancing around to in a field full of borderline trustafarians. At, say, The Big Chill.

    2. Roy Ayers, Everyone Loves The Sunshine

    When Roy Ayers was wondering what people might love, he eventually hit the nail on the head. Everyone really does love the sunshine. Except perhaps for Stephen Hawking that time his girlfriend took the batteries from his wheelchair and left him to crackle and burn in the sweltering heat (true story). But robotronic genius aside, this is one magnificent ode to the weather.

    3. The Style Council, Long Hot Summer

    For a brief period in the 1980s, Paul Weller – the Modfather – became a little bit camp, and this video catches him riding the crest of a slightly pink wave. And it’s no bad thing at all. In fact, we much prefer his Style Council days. Hence Long Hot Summer can be found rotating at around 45 rpm on the Interestment turntable with startling regularity during the sunshine months. Make no mistake about it, this is a classic record.

    4. Alice Cooper, School’s Out

    It’s hard to find a decent rock record that encapsulates that Summer feeling, probably because most decent heavy rock bands are made up of people who prefer the night time. This, by a strange woman/man called Alice Cooper, is one of the few exceptions. Sadly, grown men in leather get little chance to celebrate the school holidays in these increasingly suspicious times.

  • Great British Band: The Stone Roses

    The Stone Roses, Fools Gold

    For a strange period in the 1990s, everyone thought it was cool to talk in a Manchester accent and walk a bit like Charlie Chaplin. That was mainly thanks to the Madchester explosion that started with these guys and ended with the shaved gorillas in Oasis. Above is a Stone Roses classic.

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  • Happy Birthday Tom Cruise, here’s Hendrix!

    Jimi Hendrix and Curtis Knight

    Our favourite passive-aggressive actor, Tom Cruise, turns 47 today. That makes him nearly 50. How ridiculous that Maverick from Top Gun is nearly 50. Goose must be spinning in his grave. Anyway, he’s had quite a life with all the films, the curiously hollow-eyed girlfriends/wives, and the whole Scientology thing, so we thought we’d buy him a gift. To get into the mood we made up a story about aliens eating the souls of real people, and then got down to present talk, which boiled down to a toss up between a cold slap in the face or a clip of Hendrix singing a funky Birthday song. In the end we got him both. Happy Birthday Tom Cruise!

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  • Thursday Love Song: David Crosby

    Triad, David Crosby

    And so Thursday rolls around for another week, looking all sexy and oiled up. That’s your Thursday. It’s a deeply sensual day, so unzip your trousers, turn the desk fan around, and allow the cool breeze to blow directly into your eyes. Today, ex-Byrds man David Crosby sing of his deep love for a beautiful woman… and her friend.

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  • Interestment’s Top Four: 60s Films

    Some gems missed out…

    easy-rider

    Hey man, the 1960s. How about those! Everyone was naked in a field, smoking grass cigarettes using little tweezers. Then, in the evenings, they’d all pile into a camper van to drive up to a lake to guzzle loads of acid and have group sex on some rocks – all the while quoting Revelations to a screaming guitar backing track. It was far out. Everyone had long hair, man. Everyone. Pretty cool times. Can you tell that we weren’t there? We have, however, seen most of the films, and coming up with a top four was a very unhip and, at times, emotional experience. Just missing the cut were Easy Rider (pictured), Bonnie and Clyde, The Ipcress File, Planet of The Apes, Midnight Cowboy, and The Guns of Navarone

    1. Rosemary’s Baby

    rosemarys-baby

    A completely terrifying film, even the trailer is chilling. Rosemary – played by Mia Farrow – and Guy move into an apartment building in New York, and it isn’t long before she’s been date raped by Satan, and his career is on the up and up thanks to a spot of soul selling. Farrow is career peaking throughout, as she grows more and more gaunt and spooky, craving raw meat through a very unusual pregnancy. A Polanski classic, and one of the scariest films ever. Interestingly, Jack Nicholson was almost cast as Guy, but just missed out.

    2. Jason and The Argonauts

    jason-and-the-argonauts

    If you’re a Ray Harryhausen fan, and stop-motion animation is your thing, then this is quite possibly the greatest film you will ever see. Jason and his squad of Argonauts are on a mission to find a really expensive golden jacket (or fleece), but the Gods are angry, so their paths are littered with great big monsters, flying things, and skeletons with swords. A brilliant, brilliant movie, adventure films are rarely better. It keeps The Guns of Navarone and One Million Years BC out of the top four.

    3. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid

    butch-cassidy

    The 1960s heterosexual version of Brokeback Mountain – in that the two stars were lusted after Hollywood hunks, playing cowboys. There was no mutual man activity, however. No fishing trips. Instead, Redford and Newman play bank robbers, who mess up and have to go on the run from a posse. Cue lots of action, sexy brothels, famous bike rides, and Burt Bacharach doing a fine job on the soundtrack.

    4. Head

    the-monkees-head

    Of course, this being the 1960s, there were plenty of freaky psychedelic movies to chose from – Barbarella, Pych-Out, Easy Rider. But this one takes the biscuit for being totally weird, occasionally excellent, and for proving that The Monkees were actually a pretty fantastic pop group. It was written and produced by Jack Nicholson, and features cameo appearances from Dennis Hopper, Frank Zappa and Sonny Liston. It was so-called with view to making a sequel “from the film makers who gave you Head”. Or so they say.

  • Interestment’s Top Four: Front Women

    Some excellent rock and rollers just missed out…

    siouxie-sioux

    Unlike disgruntled old men who refuse to board buses driven by women because they might crash, we completely embrace equality. We even celebrate it. In fact, we barely even consider equality to be an issue, because we simply presume it. Not just in the bedroom, but in the workplace, in the kitchen sink, and on stage with hard rocking bands. It’s a shame that, Beth Ditto aside, there seems to be a dearth of exciting rock and roll front women at the time of writing. But, even so, coming up with the four greatest was an emotional and tricky process, with Grace Slick, Bjork, Chaka Khan, Chrissie Hynde and Siouxsie Sioux all just missing the cut…

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    1. Janis Joplin

    janis-joplin

    Without a doubt, the queen of all front women. She lead Big Brother and The Holding Company, then Kozmic Blues Band, then Full Tilt Boogie Band. And then she died of a heroin overdose. It was a total shame, because she was probably the greatest white soul singer of all time, and could challenge Jagger and Prince as the greatest front PERSON ever to take the stage. A genius.

    2. Patti Smith

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    You can probably thank heroin and cocaine for Patti Smith’s rather sinister looks – back in the 1970s, it was still considered at the height of sophistication to shoot a load up down an alleyway, or on a bench. Yet, drugs aside, she made for an amazing front women for the inventively named Patti Smith Group, which rode the crest of a creative wave from 1974-1979. If Keith Richards were a singer and a woman, he’d be Patti Smith.

    3. Debbie Harry

    debbie-harry

    A former Playboy bunny, Debbie Harry was the sexy face of punk rock. Her band was Blondie, and they were at their peak in the late 1970s and early 1980s. And it’s a testament to how good she was that nowadays pretty much every angular young oik giving music a bash is fashioned on Harry in her prime. A very beautiful woman.

    4. Stevie Nicks

    stevie-nicks

    A tiny little thing at just a fraction over five foot, Nicks put a magnificent stamp on Fleetwood Mac from 1975 until the early 1980s. She was strange and alluring, with her mystical jewelry, nasal voice, and whispers that she appreciated her cocaine in a rather unconventional manner. Rumours also went around that she might be a witch.

  • Album Covers Analysed: MC5, Back in the USA

    How a proper rock band should look

    mc5

    Even at the height of their binges, both The Stones and Led Zep chose to turn the spotlight away from their sweaty faces and frightened daytime eyes, opting instead for arty, conceptual album covers for their records. These would have been commisioned out to dope smoking artists, with a brief to throw something magnificent together in between orgies with their muses, and zany acid trips. Not so with the hard rocking maniacs in MC5 – alongside The Stooges, the greatest band to evolve on the streets of Detroit. For their 1970 Back in the USA album, they used a simple picture of the band staring down the lens of a camera, resulting in as startling and honest an image of a 1970s rock band as you could possibly imagine. With the exception of lead singer Rob Tyner’s wonderful frizzy white-fro, not a single strand of bandmember hair isn’t glued and matted to their sweaty heads, and all of them look absolutely mangled. A hunch suggests that post-photo conversations were either slurred, or expressed violently, using loud shouty noises and frustrated fists. This, people, is what it must really look like to be in a band. Below is a brilliant track from the record…

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  • Great British Band: The Undertones

    The Undertones, Teenage Kicks

    These young men from Derry will forever be remembered for recording John Peel’s favourite ever song, which is a bit unfair really, as it’s probably lots of other people’s favourite song too. They also spawned Feargal Sharkey.

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  • Album covers analysed: The Byrds

    The Byrds, Ballad of Easy Rider

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    There is nothing in the world more deeply satisfying than a visual metaphor. Students use them all the time, because Banksy uses them, and Banksy is, like, a genius or something. Seriously, man, he uses graffiti to really express himself. He uses it for social commentary and that. Yeah, I’m going to buy a book of Banksy pictures. Then I might get a T-shirt with I’m Banksy emblazoned on it, because no one is one hundered per cent sure who Banksy actually is. God Banksy‘s cool. He’s not even really called Banksy. It’s like his street name. Banksy. Anyway, enough about Banksy, and onto another visual metaphor. One created before the great Banksy was even conceived. It’s from the sleeve of Ballad of Easy Rider by The Byrds, released at a time when rural America was having to come to terms with the mobs of greasy long haired hippies making love on their barn floors. In a small square in the middle of the cover is a picture of a cowboy – the symbol of Hillbilly America – only in this case, he’s riding a motorbike, not a horse. A motorbike. The message is clear. The times, they are changing. Or, indeed, a-changing. Horses are out, man. Here’s a cut from the record…

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  • Album covers analysed: New York Dolls

    Why, hello ladies…

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    Ever since that moment in the Crying Game where the Irish guy is innocently snogging that beautiful woman, when suddenly a gentleman’s penis falls gracelessly from her undercarriage, we have just about learnt how to correctly deal with sudden gender shocks. The key is to say nothing until everything is revealed, and your wife/partner is fully naked in front of you. Then use your intuition, or, if you must, pat her down. It’s like an ongoing game of poker, this damn life. But a totally necessary one. Just ask the swathes of popular pub goers who lost all of their macho friends in 1973, thanks to their lusty feelings towards some stunning prostitutes on the cover of their New York Dolls records. Not to mention the lonely old men who bought it thinking it might be the wonderful Nolan Sisters. On closer inspection, they weren’t sexy women of the night at all, they were fully blown men! Men sitting on a marvelous sofa, with testicles, pubes, and everything – although they did look like they might have accepted money for intercourse anyway. So, yeah, it’s not all bad. Confusion aside, it’s an absolutely brilliant record. Here’s one of the cuts from it…

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  • Interestment’s Top Four: Superior Cover Versions

    Not including food products…

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    Copycatting – or, as some people call it, copydogging – is rife. If you write down a list of all of your favourite things – from foods, to films, to drinks, to songs, to clothes, to anything at all – they’re probably all total rip offs from something else. Pasta is one Italian man’s version of Chinese rice, whilst a gentleman’s shirt was originally modelled on the womanly blouses worn by buxom whores attracting incoming sailors. Even Scarface, yes Scarface, was a remake of another film called Scarface from 1932. Both great movies, by the way. And let’s not forget that Heinz Baked Beans have been ripped off and outbrillianted by Branston ones. Everything is a cover version. Everything. So, with that in mind, we peered at music, and deduced the four most impressive copydogs, as decided by us…

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    1. Joe Cocker, With a Little Help From My Friends

    Once in a while, The Beatles would throw Ringo a bone, and he’d get the chance to sing on an album. It was a move akin to Monet asking a hysterical four year old to finish off his lilies for him. It just never worked out. What Goes On (Rubber Soul), Yellow Submarine (Revolver), and then this on Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band – all the low points on great records. And yet, when Joe Cocker got his teeth into the song, it transformed into a gritty, rock-soul workout. Plus it reminds us of the brilliant Wonder Years. Here’s Ringo’s wrongo attempt…

    2. The Clash, I Fought The Law

    The Clash painted a snarling picture of spitting teens trying to put one over on the police, while the original – by The Crickets minus Buddy Holly, deceased – sounded more like a cheerful inmate regaling his jail buddies with something he’s just written in his cell. This, of course, making him a serious target for The Marys. Here’s that version…

    3. Louie Louie, The Kingsmen

    No doubt about it, The Kingsmen‘s version of Louie Louie is one of the greatest pop records ever made. The 1957 original, by Richard Berry,  isn’t too bad either. It’s a doo-wap song about a Jamaican man explaining his love life to a bartender called Louie. It’s a far more docile affair…

    4. Hey Joe, Jimi Hendrix

    Fourth spot was a close call as ever, with some magnificent songs falling at the last minute – James Brown’s version of Think by The 5 Royales, Johnny Cash’s excellent cover of Hurt by Nine Inch Nails, Labelle doing Wild Horses by The Rolling Stones – but in the end, Hendrix just nicked it for Hey Joe. It was a hit for the garage rock band The Leaves just a year before Hendrix made it iconic in 1966. It was an extra close call, because The Leaves‘ version is almost just as excellent…

  • Great British Band: The Rolling Stones

    The Rolling Stones, Loving Cup

    It’s damn near impossible to select a Rolling Stones song, as they’ve made so many brilliant ones. Hence, we decided to go with something from our favourite of their albums, Exile on Main Street. Take it away Rubber-Face and the lads!

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  • Great British Band: Echo & The Bunnymen

    Echo & The Bunnymen, The Game/Lips Like Sugar

    Although, as a child, the bitter disappointment of not seeing a rabbit on guitar or a big brown hare on drums was pretty hard to swallow, we couldn’t fault these guys as a band. Possibly the best British guitar band of their generation. Brilliant.

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  • Great British Band: Faces

    Faces, Stay With Me

    When Steve Marriott walked out on the Small Faces, in came Ronnie Wood and Rod Stewart, and suddenly they didn’t look so dinky anymore, hence they became just Faces instead. A fantastic band, they gave the world Wood, Stewart, and Worzel Gummidge hair. Brilliant.

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