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It was fifty years ago that The Beatles realised their most innovative and memorable album. On June 1st, 1967, the band’s eighth studio release appeared to mixed reviews by critics. It was the first LP that didn’t present the ‘Fab Four’ as cute, cuddly pop stars, and instead took a more mature view of the world. At the same time, it moved into more controversial thematic territory, with obvious drug allusions which earned it the tag, “psychedelic”.
Sgt Pepper brought a greater diversity of musical styles, with longer and more complex songs knitted together to form a single work. Rock writers praised it as the first ever “concept album” – a collection of songs with a single overarching theme, rather than a disparate and unconnected series of sketches. This made the album all the more significant – indeed it changed the popular music world forever. People still talk in terms of pop before and after this landmark release, as everyone from Pink Floyd and ELO to Stevie Wonder and Radiohead have taken this idea, and run with it.
The cover is graced by a clever photomontage of (then) contemporary British cultural icons. The Beatles – playing the role of Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band – appear in costume, in the middle gatefold section of the sleeve. Cue up the disc and we hear the band tuning up, then introducing themselves, and soon we’re into a sequence of brilliant Lennon and McCartney compositions – everything from With a Little Help from my Friends and Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds to When I’m Sixty Four and A Day in the Life. The John Lennon songs are more cutting and acerbic, the Paul McCartney tunes have a tinge of classic music hall, and are pure pop. Allied to this is the experimental sitar-infused George Harrison number, Within You, Without You.
The album’s themes are an eclectic mix of quirky folk ditties (“lovely Rita meter maid, when are you free to take some tea with me?”) and the emerging hippy counterculture of the late sixties (“picture yourself in a boat on a river, with tangerine trees and marmalade skies”). The album takes you into a new world that’s a varied mixture of emotions, but still the songs blend together seamlessly thanks to the brilliant George Martin production. He used the four-track Abbey Road Studio Two to great effect, creating new and unusual sounds whilst knitting everything together to give a single coherent feel. The stereo mix of the album must have sounded breathtaking to the lucky few who owned the equipment able to play it back in 1967.
Sgt Pepper is a bold and audacious album by a band at their creative peak, backed up by the most advanced recording technology available at the time, and brilliantly packaged as a pop product. Unsurprisingly, it was massively popular – hitting the number one spot in the UK for twenty seven weeks, and in the USA for fifteen. Now in 2017, it has sold over thirty million copies globally. There are myriad versions, but the definitive CD remaster (Apple Records 0602557455458) is a great way in to this superb album.
Upon the release of Village Green in November 1968, the album that everyone was talking about was The Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. Although almost a year old, it had a huge effect on pop music and sparked the move towards ‘concept albums’, of which Village Green is a fine example. Yet The Kinks’ new record wasn’t simply a pastiche of the The Beatles’ LP, it was a rebuttal. Whereas Lennon and McCartney’s writing championed all manner of other countercultural references, Ray Davies’s magnum opus was a celebration of everything run-of-the-mill. In an era where rock music was all about changing the world, The Kinks instead gazed lovingly back at the past.
“I go out of my way to like ordinary things,” said Ray Davies at the time of the album’s release. “I cling on to the simple values. I thought, why not write something about things you truly care about? I wanted a record that would not necessarily get airplay but would be played for friends and at parties. And I achieved that and it didn’t get any airplay at all. It became a cult record as a result. Somebody told me that I preserve things, and I like village greens and preservation societies. The title track is the national anthem of the album.”
Village Green is a series of cameos about a time and place long since passed. Its beautifully melodic and gentle music documents a lazy English town full of people obsessed about small things like “strawberry jam and all the different varieties”, while, “preserving the old ways from being abused, protecting the new ways for me and for you…” Sung in a conspicuously English accent, where many of the band’s contemporaries were affecting a mid-atlantic American drawl, it is played with brilliant technical virtuosity, giving it a unique sound.
The Kinks began as an R&B band in 1963, playing US-influenced music. However, within four years they had become the most staunchly English of all their contemporaries. London born-and-bred Ray Davies was the lead vocalist, songwriter and rhythm guitarist, while brother Dave provided lead guitar and backing vocals. In their teens, they began playing rock’n’roll together and recruited friend Peter Quaife to play bass. By the summer of 1963, the group had a new drummer called Mick Avory, and the commercial success began. Ray became fascinated with playwright Noel Coward, and this gives Village Green so much of its colour. The album works best played through from beginning to end, when you can really feel the band’s unique chemistry. As Dave noted, “the family aspect and empathy that Ray and I have doesn’t go away – it was crucial to how we evolved.” Listened to this way, it feels wonderfully immersive, transporting you to another time and place…
Recorded at Pye Studios in London, it isn’t an audiophile recording by any stretch of the imagination. Although there have been multiple silver disc releases, the first 1993 Japanese pressing (Victor VICP-2094) is the finest sonically; the later 2004 UK release (Sanctuary Midline SMETD 102) also sounds mo
There has never been a time when pop music hasn’t been in flux. It’s one great big long stream of new and old styles being mixed together, and always has been. Yet in the mid nineteen sixties, it was surely at its most fluid, as traditional rock’n’roll gave way to Beatles- and Beach Boys-style pure pop, which in turn morphed into rock. In 1967, when the aptly-named Forever Changes was released, this was happening in earnest – and to make the album all the more significant, it fused with psychedelia too. Rock historians always argue that The Beatles’ Sergeant Pepper was the first psych-rock album, but Love’s third studio album didn’t come much later. Released on the Elektra label in November of that year, it has come to be regarded as one of the most important long-players of the latter half of that amazing decade – even if at the time it only reached 154 in the US Billboard album charts.
Arthur Lee grew up in Los Angeles, California – and started his band Love in his late teens. Heavily influenced by The Byrds, his inclinations were towards folk-rock but soon found himself immersed in the LA hippy scene – even if, by all accounts, he wasn’t an unquestioning believer in ‘flower power’. He was highly competitive with the band’s other songwriter Bryan MacLean, and this caused great friction in the band which – along with intense drug use – lead them to split up shortly after Forever Changes was recorded. It shows, such is the album’s chaotic and patchy nature, although it is also a work of genius in some ways. It sports some of the sweetest, most beautiful and melodic music to come out of the nineteen sixties, with a wonderfully sunny and warm feel. Inside the lyrics however, you can feel Lee wrestling with his inner soul, and sometimes he comes out quite badly.
The songs reflect on a variety of themes, including love, life and Lee’s mortality, plus an early sense of disillusionment with what would come to be known as the Woodstock generation. Work started in June 1967 at Sunset Sound Recorders. A number of top session musicians appeared, and it gained beautifully arranged (by Lee) string and horn parts too, which run right throughout the album and lend it an epic feel. Neil Young, and Bruce Botnick – who had produced the first two Love albums and had just finished Buffalo Springfield’s Again – reputedly joined in with the arrangement to The Daily Planet. At the time of its release, Gene Youngblood of LA Free Express summed it perfectly as “melancholy iconoclasm and tasteful romanticism”. There’s certainly a sullen beauty to the songs that never fades with age. The musicianship is superb and Lee’s voice is both beautiful and fragile at the same time.
Sonically, Forever Changes can never escape the fact that it was recorded on early four-track analogue, but still sounds superb. Disc fans are spoiled for choice, with the first Japanese CD (Elektra WMC5-382) having excellent sonics, and the Mobile Fidelity Sound Lab hybrid SACD (UDSACD 2131) sounding even better. There’s also a hi-res download from HD Tracks.
Along with Dire Straits’ Brothers in Arms, the staple musical diet of every British hi-fi show of the mid nineteen eighties was Thomas Dolby’s The Flat Earth. A complex and classy slice of (then) ultra-modern electronic pop music, it also sounded spectacularly good – hence it being such a favourite with manufacturers demonstrating their wares. Although a fine musical work, it cannot compare to Dolby’s debut album that preceded it. Packed with classic synthesisers, it sounds strangely timeless yet is still evocative of the period when electronics were making their way into mainstream pop. More than this, it’s a beautiful, contemplative and moody piece of music that pulls you into the eccentric world of a young man with a spectacular imagination.
Recorded at the height of the Cold War in 1982, thematically it’s rather dour and dark, and tinged with nostalgia. The polar opposite to the Human League’s glitzy Dare – also out that year – Golden Age of Wireless studiously avoids pop music’s normal preoccupations (fashion, fun, romance) and takes the listener into something of a Boy’s Own world of adventure. Dolby recalled how he was writing songs at that time, “in a huge and grim Victorian industrial building, with snow falling on the railway tracks outside, and me surrounded by short-circuited machines hacked together by a man called Igor. It conjures up a strange world whose ecology is rotting while the sheer overload of broadcasted data is nearing saturation point…”
The son of a scientist, Thomas Morgan Robertson received his ‘Dolby’ moniker from school friends who thought he dabbled with his tape deck too much. ‘Morgan’ was EM Forster’s middle name, the famous author and family friend from way back. In an era of one-fingered synth pop and dodgy haircuts, he was a virtuoso musician who performed as well as he programmed. He funded Golden Age from session keyboard playing for Foreigner. Luckily, producer Mutt Lange took his time, and the $500-per-day fees that racked up bought Dolby many weeks at respected high end British studios like Tapestry and Playground. His equipment list was minimal compared to some contemporaries; alongside two analogue synths (a Micromoog and a Roland Jupiter 4) was a PPG Wave computer controlling Simmons electronic drums. He borrowed the rhythm section from Lene Lovich’s band, and renowned guitarist Kevin Armstrong completed the line up. The whole album was recorded without any sequencing for the keyboard parts.
The album kicks off with Flying North, conjuring up dramatic scenes of traversing continents, and runs through classics like Windpower and the fun but throwaway She Blinded Me With Science, then moves to the contemplative Airwaves. One of Our Submarines is Missing is one of Dolby’s most beautiful compositions. With the proceeds from Golden Age, the man spent $140,000 on one of the world’s first digital samplers – the Fairlight CMI – and in doing so moved out of the sumptuous analogue landscape of his first album towards the colder, sharper The Flat Earth. The finest silver disc version is the Japanese pressing (EMI TOCP-6335), but the standard UK reissue (EMI 50999 2 67915 2 4) is also highly listenable.
“Gimmick-mongering punks”, was how Rolling Stone magazine’s John Mendelsohn described the band in his original review of this album, at the time of its release in August 1971. Looking back forty five years later, with the band way up in the pantheon of rock and roll greats, it’s hard to fathom this – but before the release of Who’s Next, The Who was very much a rough diamond. This seminal album release changed everything.
A brilliant early seventies rock record, it saw the band on a creative high; fizzing with energy yet musically at the top of their game. The inspiration came from Pete Townshend’s stillborn Lifehouse project – a multi-media rock opera sequel to Tommy – and thematically is melancholic and world-weary. Yet Who’s Next soars with some of the most powerful and expressive rock guitar work ever committed to tape – courtesy of the Gretsch 6120 guitar that Joe Walsh had gifted Townshend just a couple of months before the studio recording. Townshend also makes extensive use of keyboards, with a (now) vintage VCS3 synthesiser that runs through most of the album. Keith Moon’s drumming is at its finest, trading some of his earlier histrionics for some beautifully fluid yet commanding stick work. Alongside Roger Daltrey’s soaring vocals, John Entwistle’s sumptuous bass guitar playing completes the package.
For such a great album, it’s a bit of a mishmash and lacks the grand concept that Tommy, for example, had. The highlight is unmistakably Won’t Get Fooled Again – which sounds as apposite now as it did then, as it bemoans the cynicism of the age. Musically it’s such a tour de force that the other songs have their work cut out, although several come close. The Song Is Over, Gettin’ In Tune and Behind Blue Eyes are all touching, tender ballads that turn into thundering rock, machine-gunned out by the band to spectacular effect. Baba O’Riley starts with a meandering synth section but is soon bolstered by Townshend’s crunching guitar chords and Moon’s bombastic percussion. Even the few fillers are compelling – My Wife races along in sea of guitar, funky piano and crashing hi-hats, while Going Mobile is a simple romp that wouldn’t be half as much fun without Moon’s breathtaking snare and tom-tom fills.
A Townshend production, with engineering help from Glyn Johns, Who’s Next is one of the better recordings of the nineteen seventies. Largely recorded at Olympic Sound Studios in Barnes, it’s beautifully balanced with a big, warm sound and firecracker dynamics that keep the listener wide awake. The 2008 UK CD (Polydor 527 760-2) was – unlike most remasters at the time – done expertly, and the result is something that’s joyous to listen to via a serious silver disc spinner. As is so often the case, the Japanese SHM CD (Universal Music UICY-93750/1) is even better still, with a fractionally smoother and more detailed general feel. Although neither matches today’s audiophile albums per se, both showcase this legendary British rock band at the very height of its powers, and are great fun. “A clearly-defined stylistic statement”, as the Rolling Stone rock writer said.
With widespread political unrest, nineteen seventies Britain was a turbulent place in which to live. However, the strife seemed to energise the creative abilities of many performing artists of the day, and the result was a musical golden age. Punk took hold of the second part of the decade and highlighted the seamier side of life, whereas the first half saw an explosion in escapist progressive rock music. It was into this category that Genesis fitted – a band which under the stewardship of Peter Gabriel won great critical acclaim, and sold many millions of LPs across the western world.
When Gabriel left the band, the effect was seismic; most thought that neither he nor the other members could ever do better. As it transpired though, A Trick of the Tail (1976) became one of the best selling Genesis albums, and Peter Gabriel’s eponymous first album (often called ‘1’ or ‘Car’, released in 1977) was superb. It is most famous for Solsbury Hill, often said to be one of the finest songs of that decade. A highly personal and reflective five minutes, it alludes to his decision to leave Genesis (“I walked right out of the machinery, my heart going boom, boom, boom”), although Gabriel’s writing style has always been vague enough for people to infer their own meanings from his songs, and so they have.
Solsbury Hill became a minor hit in the UK, but the follow up – Modern Love – was less successful. In truth, this album is best heard from beginning to end, where it becomes a seamless sequence of reflective rock songs – such as the aforementioned singles, the introspective Slowburn and Humdrum, plus the powerful Here Comes the Flood – alongside the quirky, whimsical Moribund the Burgermeister and Excuse Me. Indeed, there’s not a bad song on the album, and many would have been better celebrated had they not had to share it with Solsbury Hill. Upon release, the album reached No. 7 in the UK and 38 in the USA, but has continued to sell strongly for four decades subsequently.
Recorded between July 1976 and January 1977 at The Soundstage in Toronto, Canada (with additional material done at Olympic Studios and Morgan Studios in London), it surfaced on the Charisma label on 25th February 1977 – when punk was beginning to dominate the British singles charts. Yet Peter Gabriel 1 was its antithesis, with a slick sound from producer Bob Ezrin (Kiss, Alice Cooper) and a litany of great musicians including King Crimson guitarist Robert Fripp, bass player Tony Levin, drummer Allan Schwartzberg, percussionist Jimmy Maelen, guitarist Steve Hunter, keyboardist Jozef Chirowski and Larry Fast on synthesisers and programming.
Made at a time when analogue tape was finally capable of delivering excellent sound, and when multitrack studios were the norm (it was just a decade on from The Beatles’ four-track Sergeant Pepper’s, lest we forget), Peter Gabriel 1 sounded ultra-modern upon its release and is still pleasingly deep, dark and smooth now. The original Japanese pressing (Virgin Japan VJD-28015) is the best Compact Disc to have, while the British SACD (Virgin SAPGCD 1) is the finest sounding digital disc of all.
In a late nineteen seventies world still mourning the demise of the Sex Pistols, no one seriously imagined that a band of unlikely lads from Coventry doing covers of early sixties Ska music would ever catch on. Yet within a few months of this album’s release on October 19th, 1979, a new craze was sweeping the pop charts – ‘2 Tone’. Totally at odds with the mainstream post-punk pop and electronica of the day, it burned brightly for a year or two – and The Specials was its lodestar.
Two things defined the band – an abiding love for Jamaican ska music, and the wonderful spectacle of black and white kids coming together to celebrate it. The nineteen seventies was a troubled time in Britain’s history, with some popular support for extremist political movements – yet here were seven young guys of differing races championing their common love of music. With the first single from this album – a cover of Dandy Livingstone’s 1967 hit, A Message to You Rudy – the Specials burst open the dam, making a space for other acts on the 2-Tone label (Madness, The Selector, The Beat) to assail the pop charts…
Recorded in summer 1979 at TW Studios, Fulham, London, the album was produced by Stiff Records’ studio whiz Elvis Costello. He captured the rawness of the band brilliantly, going for a deliberately fuss-free ‘rough and ready’ approach, letting the consummate musicianship of a band that had been gigging on an almost nightly basis for years, come forth. Indeed, it’s a fascinating synthesis of the punk sensibility, with all its energy and angst, with laid-back Caribbean rhythms. Unusually, it fuses a number of old ska standards (Toots & the Maytals 1969 hit Monkey Man, Prince Buster’s Too Hot, etc.) with self-penned material from the band. This was gilded by the great trombone work of original ska legend Rico Rodriguez. New Musical Express called it “musically fathomless”, which alluded to the eclectic mix of styles and songs.
Lyrically, The Specials reflected the woes of that era – rising unemployment, alienation and a Britain in decline, unsure where to go after the end of empire. The dour, angst-ridden lyrics of frontman Terry Hall were a dramatic contrast to the upbeat ska tunes – and his acerbic delivery made it all the more menacing. Not a natural singer one might say, he was nevertheless a brilliant focal point for the band. His angry banter with live audiences made Specials concerts a unique experience, too! It’s fair to say that not all the band’s live magic seeps through onto disc, but still the album is uncompromising, demanding that you sit up and listen – or better still, get up and dance. Lynval Golding’s scratchy rhythm guitar, Jerry Dammers’ electric organ and John Bradbury’s muscular drumming all create a unique sound.
Don’t buy this album to make your system sound good – The Specials is more energy and adrenaline, than polish and poise. That’s why the original 1989 Chrysalis CD (CCD 5001) is the collector’s choice, whereas the 2015 remaster (Two-Tone Records CDLTTR 5001) sounds just that little bit cleaner. The magic’s in the music, and a great hi-fi will pull away the curtain.
House music was as important to young people of the late nineteen eighties as rock had been to the generation before them. Until then, electronic music had been either avant-garde (Kraftwerk) or pure pop (Human League), but was now being used in different ways. Primitive drum machines and analogue synthesisers were mixed with breakbeats (sampled, syncopated beats) and loops to create a fresh and original new sound. From this, Rave – the dance-oriented strand – emerged in the early nineties, and then came Jungle. This fused House, Rave, Hip-hop and Reggae, speeding things up from around 120 beats per minute to over 140. By mid nineties, pirate radio stations were broadcasting it non-stop, from the top of inner city housing blocks across the UK.
Drum’n’bass, as it became known, was like a musical black hole, sucking in everything around it. Many sub-genres of electronica were mixed up, creating a sound with timeshifts, weird vocal samples and massive slabs of synthesised bass alternating with electronic snare and hi-hat sounds, looped at up to 160bpm. The genre got more polished as the likes of 4hero, Omni Trio, LTJ Bukem and Goldie become familiar names in clubs up and down the land. The latter emerged as one of the leading lights. Clifford Joseph Price – to use his real name – became its public face, his gold-toothed smile and musical ingenuity soon getting him noticed. His first single Terminator was like nothing heard before. “It was the crucible of change – we were working out ways to joyride technology”, Goldie later said. “You didn’t get antibiotics by going the official way, you got them by accident. We were pushing the dance musical envelope every which way…”
Despite his prodigious talent, no one quite expected Goldie’s first long player Timeless to be the work of genius it turned out to be – or indeed such a commercial success. Released in 1995, it was a complex, multi-layered and at times quite beautiful piece of electronica. It was undeniably rooted in drum’n’bass but had grown up and out of this musical niche. Walsall-born Price had previously been a graffiti artist in both the West Midlands and New York, and brought his love of fusing styles to bear in his first album. It kicks off with the title track, which is an almost symphonic piece which changes pace and mood repeatedly, and is packed with his signature time-stretching and breakbeats. Angel fuses beautiful vocals by Diane Charlemagne to David Byrne/Brian Eno samples in a breathtaking way. Gifted engineer, programmer and producer Rob Playford proves a perfect conduit for Goldie’s boundless ideas, and there’s additional input from 4hero’s brilliant Dego and Marc Mac.
Released on Pete Tong’s FFRR label (FFRR 828 614-2), Timeless reached No. 7 in the British album charts, after which Goldie’s celebrity soared. Following a well publicised affair with singer Björk, he went on to appear in films including Guy Ritchie’s Snatch and the James Bond film The World Is Not Enough. His charity work later earned him an MBE in 2016, for services to music and young people. As its name suggests, Timeless is a classic – and still sounds dazzling today.
Much time passed between the formation of the band, and the release of their fourth studio album in May 1996. Indeed ‘The Manics’ started up a whole decade previous, and spent many of those years in splendid isolation. They conspicuously and deliberately failed to jump on the ‘indie-dance’ bandwagon that dominated British pop music from 1989 to 1992, making their assent to fame in spite of it. The Manic Street Preachers formed in Blackwood, South Wales, with James Dean Bradfield on lead vocals and lead guitar, Nicky Wire on bass guitar, Sean Moore on sticks and Richey Edwards on rhythm guitar. Their debut single, Motown Junk, attracted much media attention in 1991, not least because of the band’s striking ‘glam’ look which owed much to the New York Dolls, and latterly, Japan. Bradfield and Wire were media-savvy and came up with plenty of dramatic soundbites in interviews. Their debut long-player –1992’s Generation Terrorists – was going to be “the greatest rock album ever”, no less. Sadly it wasn’t, but the headlines had already been written…
By the time Everything Must Go was released, the band was more world-weary and less at ease – largely because of the trauma they had suffered from the disappearance of Richey Edwards, who abandoned his car beside the Severn Bridge on 1st February, 1995 and has never been heard from since. In interviews, he’d previously intimated that he was having trouble coping with the fame and fortune of his rock and roll lifestyle, and rumours abounded of him being clinically depressed. This set the tone for the first, post-Richie album, so perhaps unsurprisingly it has a plaintive feel running right through. Although highly musically accomplished, the Mike Hedges production nevertheless lacks the hard edge of the band’s earlier albums and is perhaps too polished sounding. Still, it did finally see the band’s career intersect with the Britpop mainstream, and the album went on to sell over two million copies.
Although Edwards never played on the album, five of his songs made it – including the superb Kevin Carter, about the Pullitzer-prize winning photojournalist who committed suicide. Elsewhere, Nicky Wire’s A Design For Life explores his working class identity, and proved one of the best singles of 1996. Australia sees him yearning to escape as far away as possible, while Everything Must Go is Wire’s touching farewell to Edwards. Dour in feel, this album is never going to raise your mood but it is powerful all the same, and sees the band acquire a gravitas that they had previously only aspired to. The playing is sharp, and the rich melodies and big choruses really push through.
Recorded largely at Chateau de la Rouge Motte studio in France, the album was also laid down at Peter Gabriel’s Real World Studios in Wiltshire and Abbey Road in London. The sound isn’t quite up to audiophile standards, not least because it’s just a little too compressed, but it still delivers a gratifyingly punchy end result that gets the job done. The original Japanese silver disc sounds best (Epic ESCA 6446), with the British first pressing of the CD a close second (Epic 483930 2).
After years of searching for a new way forward after the shoulder-padded adult oriented rock of Foreigner and Jefferson Starship, the American music industry finally found itself with ‘a dog in the game’ in the late nineteen eighties. Nirvana was always destined for stardom, as its charismatic frontman Kurt Cobain was a fully formed rock star in waiting. Nevermind delivered this to him, although as history records, it was already getting late. In the weeks leading up to Cobain’s death in 1994, press reports suggested all was not well in his relationship with rock-chic Courtney Love…
Without 1989’s Bleach, Kurt Cobain, Krist Novoselic and Dave Grohl wouldn’t have been ready to make the definitive rock record of the nineteen nineties. Tentatively titled Sheep, it was initially planned for cult indie label Sub Pop, to be produced by Butch Vig. So in April 1990, the band laid down eight tracks, until Cobain strained his voice on Lithium. The session went nowhere, but became an extended demo tape with which to shop around for a new label. Finally DGC signed them and offered a choice of big name producers, including REM’s Scott Lit. Surprisingly, the band stayed with Vig, and got a $65,000 advance to spend at Sound City Studios in Van Nuys, California in May and June, 1991.
The band had gigged so much together, and rehearsed the songs so often, that only a few takes in the studio were needed, and this shines out even now. The album sounds massively powerful and the playing super-tight, yet there’s an easy spontaneity about it which makes it all the more special. All the same, Vig had to work around Cobain’s mood swings; “he’d be great for an hour, and then he’d sit in a corner and say nothing for an hour”, he later explained. After the recordings were committed to tape, the band called in Andy Wallace to mix it – co-producer of Slayer’s 1990 album Seasons in the Abyss. Management was reputedly delighted with the massive, layered sound of Nevermind, but Cobain subsequently remarked, “looking back on the production, I’m embarrassed by it now. It’s closer to a Mötley Crüe record than it is a punk rock record…”
Nevermind sounded shiny yet gutsy, becoming emblematic of the emerging US ‘grunge’ movement of that time. It included some great songs that would have worked in any decade, from Smells Like Teen Spirit to Come as You Are. The music had a directness and passion that made the emerging Britpop on the other side of the Atlantic seem lightweight, glib and contrived. Lyrically dark and sultry, it was in no mood to celebrate the hedonistic optimism of the new post-Cold War decade – unlike Primal Scream’s Screamadelica, across the pond. Rather – distorted, over-driven, minor key and faintly apocalyptic – Nevermind became the anthem to a new generation of alienated early nineties rock kids – even if, in truth, they’d never had it so good.
The Mobile Fidelity Sound Lab (UDCD 666) CD from 1996 is the finest sounding version yet committed to silver disc, but the Japanese-market pressing (DGC MVCG-67 CD) released in 1991 comes close.
History is littered with the bones of old rock bands that fell by the wayside when their charismatic frontmen left to pursue solo careers. So when Peter Gabriel quit Genesis in the winter of 1974 after six studio albums, Phil Collins, Mike Rutherford, Steve Hackett and Tony Banks must have wondered how they could keep things together…
Released in February 1976 on Charisma Records, A Trick of the Tail was ‘continuity Genesis’. The band stuck closely to their formula of dreamy, intricate progressive rock – infused with a dose of mysticism – that had previously done them so proud. The lack of Gabriel – a stellar talent and hitherto the force behind the band – made less of an impact than expected. Actually, whisper it quietly, A Trick of the Tail was actually one of the band’s finest early-period albums, despite the absence of their iconic frontman.
Collins took Gabriel’s lead vocal role. Live, he lacked the intensity, flair and charisma of his predecessor, but his voice was – by sheer coincidence – uncannily similar and this allowed the band to retain their trademark sound. Collins didn’t quite have the magic, but the rest of the band raised their game, collectively writing some fine songs and the result was a surprisingly powerful and romantic yet quirky long player. It proved the critics wrong, reaching third place in the British album charts, and doing very well Stateside, too.
The story goes that, having listened to over four hundred auditions for Gabriel’s lead role, the band went into Trident Studios to lay down backing tracks and Collins agreed to do guide vocals. Yet his performance on Squonk was so good that it convinced everyone he could actually front the band. “I didn’t want to not be the drummer”, he said, yet dutifully laid down lead vocals for the rest of the album. Later on tour, drummer Collins received support from Bill Bruford, but Trick of the Tail retains the former’s superb stickwork. His huge, crunching drum sound on uptempo numbers like Robbery, Assault and Battery is an interesting portent of things to come – a kind of prologue to In the Air Tonight, done nearly a decade later.
No progressive rock album is an exercise in understatement, but A Trick of the Tail is subtle enough to grow on you. Musically, it has big, blustering moments like Dance on a Volcano and Los Endos, but there’s also some richly nuanced and infectiously catchy ballads in there too, such as Ripples and Mad Man Moon. Lyrically, the album is more accessible and less pretentious than Peter Gabriel’s earlier attempts. Interestingly, he too moved to less flowery and ornate songwriting with his superb 1975 eponymous solo album.
Sonically this album is impressive, yet benefits from a serious source to cut through the complex multitrack David Hentschel co-production. It’s quintessential nineteen seventies British prog, with a tight snare sound, complex stereo mix and a light, dry bass. Across the midband, there’s masses of detail struggling to get out, including Hackett’s intricate 12-string guitar work. CD fans should seek out the original early nineties UK pressing (Virgin CDSCDX 4001), while the 2007 Japanese SACD (Virgin/Charisma TOGP-15011) is the hi-res pick.
Arguably, the only thing about this album that gives away its vintage is the snare sound. In a great many respects, from the instrumentation to the harmonies – indeed even the lyrics – Fables of the Reconstruction is a timeless piece of guitar-driven rock music that could be recorded at any time from the late nineteen sixties to now. That distinctively dry, over-damped sounding drum kit is all that dates it – popular in the nineteen eighties, it’s heard on countless records of that era from The Smiths’ The Queen is Dead to Lloyd Cole’s Rattlesnakes.
Released on June 10th, 1985, Fables was an odd album in the great scheme of REM things. The third long-player from the four-piece from Athens, Georgia – Bill Berry (drums), Peter Buck (guitar), Mike Mills (bass guitar) and Michael Stipe (vocals) – it saw a band that grew out of the US indie post-punk scene finally discover its own sound, showing great maturity despite their callow youth. It marked their first and only collaboration with producer Joe Boyd, who’d previously worked with luminaries such as Nick Drake and Fairport Convention. It suited them down to a tee, channelling their folk roots, and melding it beautifully into late sixties Byrdsian psychedelic rock. Given this was recorded at the height of the Duran Duran vs. Spandau Ballet chart wars, REM couldn’t have been more unfashionable if they tried.
For a concept album steeped in the mythology of the eighteenth-century American south, it was a surprising choice to record it in a cold, rainy February London at Livingstone Studios. It’s certainly not your typical audiophile album – Michael Stipe famously said at the time that it sounded like “two oranges being nailed together”. Mastered in New York at Sterling Sound, it’s densely mixed but serious replay equipment really picks through to deliver the satisfying sound of a great rock band finding their form. Tonally a touch dark and dour, Peter Buck’s Rickenbacker guitar work crackles out with great power – often submerging Michael Stipe’s gravelly vocals. Musically, it blends energy and intensity with subtly infectious but understated melodies, played in a loving way. Fables is nowhere near as showy as REM’s late sixties pysch-rock influences, but none the worse for it.
The album warps the listener back to tougher but more romantic times, as new world pioneers sought to build their own country. Stipe’s lyrics paint striking pictures of trains steaming through dusty landscapes, old timers sitting on their porches, American-Indian mythology, maps and legends. Inspired by the band’s heavy bout of touring the year before, it’s an affectionate reimagining of better days. In a sense, it almost attempts to be an US version of The Kinks’ Village Green Preservation Society, although it’s less whimsical and darker in tone. The album that followed – Life’s Rich Pageant – is more accessible, easier to understand and overtly more political, but somehow lacks the dreamy idealism of Fables. It’s less of a grower, too.
One of those discs that just keeps getting better as you upgrade your sound system, this recording will reaffirm your love of serious hi-fi. Sonically, the original 1985 I.R.S. US pressing (IRSD-5592) and its Japanese CBS/Sony counterpart (CSCS 6082) are the CD releases to go for.