Tuesday, February 06, 2007

I Will Not Buy This Record, It Is Scratched

Yes, this week Contrast Podcast takes us back to the age of vinyl as contributors dig up their favourite 45s and offer them up with a good side order of nostalgia. And what luscious nuggets! 'Public Image' by PiL - one of FiL's all-time favourites!! Aztec Camera's 'Oblivious!! Oh my, I'm hyperventialting

For all you youngsters in the audience, before them megabytes and shiny cee-deez came along, music often came in the form of plastic discs etched with grooves that were played on contraptions called gramophones with needles and large trumpets. Indeed, listening to music in those days was a cumbersome and dangerous process requiring complex problem-solving skills to decide whether to play one's vinyl platter at thirty-three or forty-five revolutions per minute. Getting it wrong often meant deep puncture wounds from the needles or even decapitation from over-rotating records flying through the air. You kids don't know how easy you have it...

But I digress. As usual, you can download the podcast from here, or subscribe using this digital, analog-free feed: http://feeds.feedburner.com/ContrastPodcast.

And now let's cue up the record, shall we?

(00:00) Scott Walker - Jackie
Tim from The face of today
(03:47) Jenny Lewis - Paradise
Eric Metronome
(07:33) Booker T. and the M.G.’s - Green Onions
Deek from Pod of Funk
(11:48) Marlena Shaw - California soul
Tim from The Daily Growl
(15:09) Nino Tempo & April Stevens - Deep Purple
Steve from Domino Rally
(18:39) The Spare Blushes - Um, yeah, whatever
Tristesse from And before the first kiss
(23:48) Superchunk - Mower
Bob from Gimme Tinnitus
(28:21) Screaming Lord Sutch - Jack the Ripper
Ross from Just Gimme Indie Rock
(31:25) Dickie Goodman - Mr Jaws
Tom from Other People’s Toys
(34:03) Stories - Brother Louie
Natalie from Mini-Obs
(38:25) Leatherface - Little white god
Jamie from The Run Out Groove
(42:53) Subway Sect - Ambition
FiL from Pogoagogo
(46:59) Pale Fountains - Something on my mind
ZB from So the wind won’t blow it all away
(50:25) Aztec Camera - Oblivious
Crash from Pretending life is like a song
(54:20) Frank Sinatra - All my tomorrows
Michael from The Yank Sizzler
(58:20) PiL - Public Image
SAS Radio

As mentioned in a recent post, I've only just managed to hook up a rickety old turntable to my PC, and the vinyl I have on hand is limited. However, I do have a couple more ripped-from vinyl tracks, both played at 45rpm that were in the running:

Carter USM - Sheriff Fatman (buy here

Ah, memories of Jim Bob and Fruitbat, two skinny blokes with squiffy hair and cycling togs onstage at the Cambridge Corn Exchange, circa 1992. And I once saw John 'Fat Bastard' Beast at Hammersmith Tube Station. But I digress - ripped (imperfectly) from the 1989 12-inch single. Oh, and USM stands for 'Unstoppable Sex Machine.'

Birdland - Paradise (buy here for one lousy US penny!!)

Birdland raged hard for about a year between 1989 and 1990. They were meteoric, carving a white-hot trail through the night sky with a clutch of fantastic songs and electric live shows. Indeed, they inspired the Manic Street Preachers to take up arms. But alas, like the shooting stars they were, they fell back down to earth and drowned in a sea of grunge, mismanagement, and a poor first album. 'Paradise' was the band's second single, and is ripped here from the 1989 12-inch released by Lazy Records.

And for those of you Hungarians wanting English lessons, I point you here.


Rachel said...

weeeee 45's baby!

There are some real gems in this CP! And I love that Birdland, Paradise they can rage on in my headphones. ;)

Tim Young said...

Time for a little known Tim fact (at least as far as the blogosphere goes. I had Jimbob hair for a good chunk of my difficult teenage years. Photographs of the offending doo can be purchased from my mother for a small bribe. T.

A. B. Chairiet said...

My record player was made by Fisher Price...

Does that count? ;)


I hope you're well. :)

Happy Wednesday,
~ Ash

Mentok the Mind-taker said...

The other day, my boys were house-cleaning and they came across this weird item that had sunk to the bottom of the entertainment centre.

The object had a little mirror on one side and a tiny little brush on the other.

"What is it?" they asked.

"It's a needle cleaner," I said.

"Like, for drugs?"

"No, no, for records."

"Records of what?"

It was a real Grandpa Simpson moment, I tell ya!

coxon le woof said...

Hearing Carter takes me back a bit. Time was I knew the words to Sheriff Fatman off by heart.

Wish I could hook my record player up to my mac. have some stuff I'd love to convert in the digital age.

Oh Well!!!

Spoilt Victorian Child said...

Mmmmm Birdland, saw them several times back in the day, absolutely blistering live band. they played for a range of about 6 mins to 30 mins depending on how they were feeling.
I also got a one sided live album that they were giving away at some of their gigs... 22 minutes! bloody hell they were good live... sadly like you said, bit of a dissapointing album though.

I also have a story about my then girlfriend and their singer Robert... I'd better leave that story be.

If you can then check out the boys pre Birdland band Zodiac Motel, the Birdland tracks Sugarblood, I Can Only Give You Everything and Crystal Injection (think there were others can't remember now... was 20 years ago now... bloody hell!!!) appeared first.


FiL said...

Dearest Rachel: So glad you liked the Birdland! When are we going to hear you on CP again? Huh? When? When??

Dearest Tim: Oh my, yes, I would pay good money to see that...

Dearest Ash: Yes, it certainly does - mine was too! And Old King Cole by the Cricket Singers was the first 45 I ever owned...

Dearest Mentok: Sigh, my bairns were similarly puzzled. Can rocking chairs on the porch be too far behind??

Dearest Coxon: I though Macs were supposed to be all media-friendly!! As for Sheriff Fatman, I've recently been shouting along to the lyrics while it plays on the old em-pee-three playah in the car. I've gotten some very odd looks while stopped at red lights...

Dearest Simon: Oh, please, do tell - after all, she's an ex-gf now!!

I never got the chance to see Birdland live, though I would have loved to feel that white-hot heat before it faded.

Anonymous said...

I first heard about Birdland through Melody Maker, in a review that made me think that their chants of "White! White! White!" were probably politically dodgy (no mean consideration when you're a 'chocolate chip,' to quote the 70s soul song). I might try searching for the lyrics to "White" or for the band on youtube now...

FiL said...

Hi Anonymous! Thanks for dropping by. Indeed, I can see how that chant would give you cause for concern. I recall having a similar moment (swiftly dispelled) when I first heard The Clash's "White Riot."

I always thought of "White! White! White!" in the context of heat & light, rather than questionable race politics. But piqued by your comment, I did my own search and came up with the following lyrical vindication over here

white white white (red) white
white is the stuff you find
what's that burning in your mind
white's gonna take control of me
and white isn't what you see
take control of you and me
white's gonna take control of me
futre's burning in our eyes so bright
we can live out here tonight
white's gonna take control of me
might be 1 o'clock and it might be 3
time don't mean so much to me
white's gonna take control of me

ba-ba Ba da da
ba-ba Ba da da
ooooh white
repeat chorus
white white white white