Ian Dury went to that great gig in the sky 26 years ago today, so let's end the week with one of his greatest numbers. The BBC decided not to play it as they deemed the lyrics offensive...possibly not as offensive as employing numerous highly paid sex pests over the decades though eh?
PS: This track just came up too. Another classic. They really don't make 'em like this anymore.
Picked up a best of The Alarm and Mike Peters over the weekend and I was surprised how many tracks I recognised (on top of the obvious one, 68 Guns, of course). This track's a classic, shades of U2 at their best. Sadly Mike passed away last year after battling various cancers for more than 30 years but he was, by all accounts, a bloody nice bloke as well as a talented musician and if we can leave this world just a little better than we found it that's not a bad legacy is it eh?
Seemingly a product of lockdown, Synth South West is a collective of synth aficionados who happily twiddle with their
knobs at home (steady now) creating all sorts of weird and wonderful music and
sounds. This evening’s event celebrated all this with a diverse line up that
culminated in a couple of improvised modular synth sets from Gaz Williams and
Steve Davis. Yes, six time world snooker champion Steve Davis.
The whole evening
was great fun, from Peter James-Stephen’s poignant opening set featuring a tribute
to his son who passed away last year through to Paul Harriman and…all the way
from Colarado…Mike Metlay blissed out jam and on to TV soundtrack supremo (see
Living With Dinosaurs) Ty Unwin’s in only his third live show in three decades) improv
challenge, in which he flung out frisbees at audience members and asked them for
chords and tempos that he used to compose, on the spot, a brand new piece of music. Not
having a musical bone in my body I couldn’t tell whether he hit the brief, but
it sounded convincing to me.
Last up Gaz Williams and Steve Davis jammed two psych-tinged
sets against a swirly backdrop that ever so slightly melted my brain (what’s left
of it). The clip above (taken from another show) gives a fair idea of what you
can expect if they ever hit your local town. Brilliantly bonkers.
It takes something to inject more even energy into this track than the original, but I reckon Andy C pulled it off. How the hell can this be 30 years old though? Imagine the old folks homes in a few years time blasting this one out...
Sad to read about Ginger Wildheart's cancer diagnosis this week but I admire his decision to carry on living life to the full, even though this means not accepting any treatment (which can often be pretty brutal at the best of times). There's no right or wrong answer here but perhaps more of us may want to consider accepting our natural 'use by date'? See also the current debate on having a good death (or assisted suicide as its opponents call it). Imagine the outcry there'd be if vets suddenly started refusing to put much loved pets to sleep if they were suffering eh? And animals can't express their preference, so why the hell can't we be given the choice? Of course there must be strict rules and regulations in place and it has to be the individual's choice but, as Ginger's shown, I reckon we're pretty capable of making this when the time comes.
Heard this for the first time this morning and it's yet another great new track from the revitalised Pulp. Amazing to think that the band's just a couple of years' shy of hitting its half century, although it took most of us almost a decade and a half to cotton on to 'em.
Irish music seems to be going through a bit of a golden patch at the moment and here's another example courtesy of Madra Salach. One to listen to in the dark with a nice drop of something and a roaring log fire crackling away...