Tuesday, 26 March 2013

Retro Album Review: Cat Stevens - The First Cuts



CAT STEVEN:
THE FIRST CUTS

Retro Album Review of:
‘MATTHEW AND SON’
by CAT STEVENS
(1967, Deram SML 1004)

Salman Rushdie. Whenever I hear Yusuf Islam being lauded as a cultural ambassador and a man of peace, I think back to February 1989. Ayatollah Khomeini had declared a fatwa against the author of the ‘Satanic Verses’. Copies of the book were burnt (unread) in the streets of Bradford. Rushdie himself was forced into hiding, living an uncertain existence for years after. And the one-time Cat Stevens? As a then-recent convert to Islam, attending a seminar at Kingston University, he announced ‘he must be killed. The Qur’an makes it clear – if someone defames the prophet, then he must die’. I know that true zealotry is the preserve of new converts with something to prove, but in the great ethical balance, a human life, a book, and a tetchy easily-offended deity, no-one who claims to value the latter two over the first should ever be taken seriously as a man of peace deserving respect. He later qualified his statement, he was merely quoting Islamic doctrine on blasphemy – not necessarily advocating it. He even suggested he’d been joking, and had been quoted out of context. He cited a makeweight of Christian extremism, but this isn’t a comparative religion exercise, and seeking moral equivalence with the Ku Klux Klan is hardly helping his case. Yusuf Islam has never made any definitive declaration either against the fatwa, or confirming the absolute right of creative artists to create without the threat of terrorist reprisals.

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Back in a simpler, healthier time. Mike Hurst was depressed. The Springfields had broken up – the other two ex-members of the group were doing fine. Tom Springfield writing hits for the Seekers. Dusty getting hits herself. But so far, for Mike, not a lot had been moving. It was July 1966. Then David Georgiou called around, introduced his brother, Steven Dimitri Georgiou who sang a few sketchy songs he’d written. Quirky and off-the-wall, but with a buzzy feel to them. They were good. But the record company where Mike worked as producer weren’t interested. Born in London 21st July 1948, Steven Georgiou’s mother was Ingrid, a Swede. His father Stavros, although of Egyptian blood, was from Thessaloniki. He ran a Greek restaurant, the ‘Stavros’ close by Soho, off New Oxford Street where ‘Cat’ grew up, with brother David Gordon and sister Anita. Steven spent some time in Sweden. Then attended Hammersmith Art College. According to his first press, he liked Nina Simone and Marlon Brando, the ‘Daily Mirror’ comic-strip ‘The Perishers’, Tchaikovsky, Julie Christie and Elmer Bernstein. He began to write songs, which he played at the ‘Black Horse’ Folk Club pub off London’s Rathbone Street around 1964.

September. Mike Hurst was depressed. He bought a ticket out for LA. But before he flew he decided to take a chance on the young singer with the strange name. ‘Cat’ Georgiou. Like ‘Hep-Cat’, or Top Cat maybe? ‘Cat’ Steven Georgiou. Mike had just enough money left to finance a personal recording session. They cut “I Love My Dog” on the 7th September. Decca, in the meantime, were planning to launch a new ‘progressive’ subsidiary. PR-man Tony Hall wanted a ‘concept’ label. A UK Motown, but specialising in the newer experimental white music that was beginning to happen. The track that Mike and Cat had laid was exactly the type of thing he had in mind. ‘I was, by that time, getting used to failure’ admits Hurst, ‘I was really surprised that something to do with me was liked.’ He cancelled his plane ticket. Formed ‘Smash Productions’. Working with arranger Alan Tew he begins recording Cat Stevens in earnest, at Decca’s West Hampstead studios, with a sense that… ‘he has a long way to go…’ According to Cat, John Paul Jones played bass on the tracks.

September 30th the newly-convened Deram issues its first two singles. Singer-songwriter Beverley with “Happy New Year” c/w “Goodtime” (DM 101), and Cat’s “I Love My Dog” c/w “Portobello Road” (DM 102). A cello rasps out the simple melody-hook, successively embellished by strings, horns and orchestral builds, with splashes of acoustics and solo violin. As Cat contrasts the love, trust and loyalty he gets from his canine companion with that of his presumably fickle and less faithful lover. The flip is an equally effective take on the burgeoning Swinging London of “Dedicated Follower Of Fashion” or the Attack’s “Created By Clive”. Cat opens with a jaunty whistle as he travelogues walking along the famous street-market, with some lyrical nudges from American Pop-activist Kim Fowley, observing the new trendies in their ‘Indian boots and jello ties’, where ‘nothing looks weird, not even a beard’. There are cuckoo clocks, plastic socks, lampshades of old antique leather, and even ‘boots made out of feathers’. There’s a sense that it’s vital to be young and to be here, in the pulse of where it’s all happening and ‘growing old is my only danger’, tartly jibing at the new world-changing fashion that ‘that dress will never fit her’.

Although the concept of the ‘UK Motown’ later got lost the Deram aesthetic did survive long enough to produce classics by Procol Harum (“Whiter Shade Of Pale”) and Move (“Night Of Fear”). By October 15th “I Love My Dog” stood a no.48 on the chart. It climbed to no.43, no.32, then no.30. It scraped as high as no.28 before falling back. But it had afforded him his radio debut – on ‘Easy Beat’, and that vital ‘Top Of The Pops’ slot singing about how he didn’t need no cold water to make him realise how much he loved his dog. Some smart-ass journalist wrote about how he was the first Cat to make it with a Dog. But that’s just being facetious.

The next year it happened in earnest. 14th January saw “Matthew And Son” c/w “Granny” (DM 110) entering at no.23. It leaped to no.9, then hit the second slot for three straight weeks, beneath the Monkees “I’m A Believer”. Opening with a tripping cascade of harpsichord, before chronicling the Dickensian company where ‘the files in your head, you take ‘em to bed’, lines written about the name he’d noticed on a random doorway, set to compulsive choppy rhythms. Then, with a deceptively vaudevillian tap-tap to the build, he’s writing about his mother, and calling it “Granny”, about coming for advice on a love he can’t understand. ‘Granny’ has always straightened him out in the past, but this one’s really tough, ‘Granny what on earth can I do, ‘cos this little girl, she’s a-driving me wild’, with
w-i-l-d stretched out across multiple vowel-lengths for added emphasis.

He sang it on comedian Ken Dodd’s TV ‘Doddy’s Music Box’ (28th January). Two days later on TV’s ‘Monday Monday’. The kid with the dark shy Greek looks is a soft explosion. Impeccably, intricately produced delicate excitement of rippling rhythm offset with stylised personal lyrics. Highly individual songs, but given added impetus by the distinctive staccato typani-and-viola arrangements. Shyly smiling, suddenly adhered to every factory-girl’s wall in the country. He flies to Holland (2,3 and 4th February) for TV. There’s a nine-day American trip (from the 14th) for radio, TV and three live showcase gigs. He appears on ‘Ready Steady Go’. Then guests with Georgie Fame at the Savile Theatre show ‘Fame In 1967’, promoted by Brian Epstein.

By April the dashing percussion and military fife-and-drum motif drives “I’m Gonna Get Me A Gun” c/w “School Is Out” (DM 118) all the way up to number six. In promo-shots he poses with a revolver. Bad taste? Maybe, but the song is more a metaphor of exasperation at all the people who’ve pushed him around and put him down, than an anticipation of some kind of High School massacre shooting-spree that springs darkly to mind now. He’s been ‘demoralised too many times’ but – ‘ah-ha, no more’, his strident vocals seem certain of the imminent righteous revenge served from the barrel of his gun as he makes them all run. But hey, it’s a narrative device for a fine Pop song, it catches a real mood, we’ve all felt that way at one time or another. It doesn’t make us all serial killers. It contrasts with the naïve optimism and wide-open possibilities of the flip. It’s easy to forget just how young Cat Stevens was. The euphoria of that last day at school, ‘the best day, the best day of our lives’ is still fresh. The acoustic play-in leads to Soul unison-horns and a mid-section swaying-strings tempo change, with playful lyrics recalling the Mersey Poets – ‘I’m gonna buy a piece of the sky, and sell passing clouds’, ‘I’m gonna be a history-maker and call myself Richard III’. With the future as-yet unmade, life would never be quite this simple again.

By now Cat Stevens was the go-to name to note. The midas-tag that turned base-vinyl to hits. The April release of his first album – tagged for the ‘Matthew And Son’ (Deram DML 1004) hit, not only took him safely into the Top Ten, but produced a gush of covers. “Here Comes My Baby” gave the overlooked and close-to forgotten Tremeloes a new lease of life, all the way back into the Top Ten. Cat’s own version dispenses with their inebriated party-atmosphere and includes an extra verse, while – if Jimmy Page is really present at these sessions, it’s surely his phased guitar adding an edge of distorted strangeness. David Garrick cut “I’ve Found A Love” which got high-rotation plays on the Pirates, but Cat’s dramatically strummed original about the girl from the ‘back streets’ – with its gritty touch of the sixties working-class movies, is both more powerful and one of the album’s finest tracks. Mike Hurst was there onside too, producing a version of “Baby Get Your Head Screwed On” for the Billy Hall Brian Lake duo Double Feature as Deram 115. In Cat’s hands, with Cinemascope Western-style strings, he’s the messed-up girl’s ‘favourite Daddy’ offering support since she ‘kissed her psychiatrist’ and has never been the same since. It’s another off-the-wall lyric-twist that might have been prompted by nothing more than a random rhyme-possibility – what he termed a ‘meandering note’ method of composing, but it works remarkably well.

Alongside the original versions of these songs, produced by Mike with Alan Tew, plus the singles, there was “Bring Another Bottle, Baby”, a kind of throw-away bossa-nova with a careless ‘ding-dong-ding’ lyric. “The Tramp” is about a street-sleeper in his ‘turned-up collar and worn-out shoes’ offering the obligatory moment of social conscience, enlivened by a Tijuana-style horn break. And Cat’s relatively teen-straightforward early Pop-composition “Come On And Dance” suggests ‘I don’t care if you twist or jive’ with an almost pastiche sax-break. For ‘Disc’ music weekly Jonathan King was invited to do the track-by-track album review, he considered “I See A Road” ‘a chunky, beaty banjo-style pub song, superficially simple, but big things going on’. But even a relatively minor track such as “When I Speak To The Flowers” fades in with a quirky lyrical kick – this time it’s the flowers in his back yard that offer him advice on his unfaithful lover, because remembering the good times are only ‘making him blind’. And there are still a couple of promising indications of future growth. “Lady” looks forward to Cat’s later singer-songwriter maturity, while “Hummingbird” – a single for Jackie Trent, suggests more than just gratuitous freakiness. Jonathan King writes that it is ‘a song about a dying girl. With two rhythms playing against each other. Gently sung with feeling’. Not to over-rate it, there’s something of John Keats’ poem “Ode To A Nightingale” about its contrast with the sense of desolate tragedy within, unaware of the life-saving beauty of the bird singing outside the window.

Together, they formed ‘Cat Music’, circulating songwriter demos to other artists, so that outside of the album, there were other covers. Successful twee duo Paul And Barry Ryan – twin sons of Fifties music-poppet Marion Ryan, had a hit with Cat-song “Keep It Out Of Sight” singing perfectly at ease in matching suits on ‘Top Of The Pops’, while Steve Marriott and Andrew Loog Oldham took Soul Singer PP Arnold out of Ike Turner’s Ikettes, recorded her with Cat-song “The First Cut Is The Deepest”, and it went Top Twenty. Eclipsing a rival cover by Liverpool group the Koobas, it was already on its way to becoming Cat’s most-covered high-profile composition, with later versions by Rod Stewart and Sheryl Crow.

There was what they termed a ‘package tour’ headed by the bizarre combination of the Walker Brothers and Engelbert Humperdinck, with the Jimi Hendrix Experience and Cat Stevens playing support slots. This diverse, highly unlikely bill opened at the Finsbury Park Astoria on 31st March and toured. To grab headlining press, with the collusion of manager Chas Chandler and a ‘New Musical Express’ journalist, press agent Tony Garland was dispatched to acquire lighter fluid, and it was here on opening night with Cat watching from the wings, that Jimi set fire to his first Fender Stratocaster, resulting in a hospital appointment for burnt fingers and a moment that set the precedent for rock theatrics. Jimi would later repeat the stunt at Monterey, on his way to breaking America. Although it was obviously impossible to compete with such visual flash, Cat’s brief set of hits and highlight album-tracks more than held its own.

In America “I Love My Dog” sneaked into both the ‘Cashbox’ and ‘Billboard’ Hot Hundreds. While San Francisco was germinating. Cat’s image had always been clean, neat and Mod. But suddenly, there he is on ‘Top Of The Pops’ in a full-length Kafan! Perhaps it was the influence of performing with The Mamas And The Papas downbill at the Royal Albert Hall (16th February)? But he was nineteen, and a whole generation was finding a new explanation, people in motion. The song he was doing was “A Bad Night” c/w “Laughing Apple” (DM 140). It was styled as constructed of ‘movements’ along the lines of ‘Good Vibrations’, starting with a slow acoustic lead-in, before exploding through jaggedy orchestrated bridges. But to some it sounds suspiciously like he’s strung together three incomplete song-bits into uneasy alliance. I bought it. I played it. I liked it. By 5th August it was standing at no.26, climbed two slots to no.24, another two taking it barely into the twenty – at twenty, then it disappeared. Cat played the mammoth ‘Love-In’ at the Paris Palais de Sports (17th and 18th November 1967) with a group called Zeus, formerly Yellow Rainbow, which he not only used as back-up but had signed to his ‘Doric’ management with the intention of producing for them. There was a ripple of Cat Stevens productions around this time, but for Zeus there were only unreleased recording sessions of the group working on three of Cat’s songs.

Perhaps everything was not right within Cat-world? In an interview with journalist Norrie Drummond – ‘Cat Is Sad’, he confessed to cigarette addiction, ‘I keep worrying what the inside of my lungs looks like. But smoking calms me’ he admits (18th August). Several months later the same paper, ‘New Musical Express’ (9th March), announced that he’d contracted tuberculosis, and wound up in hospital with a collapsed lung. He’d driven too far, too fast and soon. Another single – “Kitty” c/w “Blackness Of The Night”, very much in the same production-vein as what had gone before, crept as high as no.47 towards year’s end, 23rd December. It got no higher.

The sleeve-art of second album – ‘New Masters’ (Deram SML/DML 1018), shows Cat in ruffled shirt posing as some kind of Regency Poet or decadent aristo, with the title in elaborate arty script. But although it includes his own emotive version of “The First Cut Is The Deepest”, the ‘B’-sides of the previous two singles, plus failed ‘A’-side “Kitty”, and other strong songs such as “Ceylon City”, it passed by virtually unnoticed. Perhaps the use of the elaborate baroque arrangements that had served him so appropriately on the first album, did not stand up to repetition on newer tracks such as “I’m So Sleepy”, “Northern Wind”, “Smash Your Heart”, “Moonstone”, “I’m Gonna Be King”, “Come On Baby” or “I Love Them All”. And unfortunately, Cat Georgiou himself was unavailable for the regular obligatory promotional duties. Already averse to the whirlwind Pop-hype machine, as his Deram contract ticked towards its close he recovered. Waited. Lived and moved and had his being. Watched. Wrote, sometimes cynically. Sometimes hopefully. He relaxed sometimes. People moved on.

It could have ended there, but of course, it didn’t. The Cat came back. August 1969 saw a new single – “Where Are You” c/w “The View From The Top” (DM 260) getting praise, airplays, but no sales. Cat got himself a new manager. Name of Barry Cross. Alan Davies joined him on second guitar. Harvy Burns on drums. He found a new label – Island, and the combination took two-and-a-half months cutting the album ‘Mona Bone Jakon’ (Island ILPS 9118). Not a lengthy time period by subsequent industry standards. An eternity compared to the ‘Matthew And Son’ sessions. The group played some American clubs. The new singer-songwriter Folk-troubadour mode was very much on the uptick. A mood the new Cat Stevens songs caught precisely. Already in his first major come-back, he played LA with Carly Simon. With a deeper more resonant vocal style. A greater maturity.

He met Patti D’Arbonville, the model who’d been featured by Richard Avedon, Bert Stern, Patrick Lichfield, and who later quit Cat in favour of Don Johnson of ‘Miami Vice’. Cat sang about the affair in “Lady D’Arbanville” with dark gothic-romantic overtones, which crept his name back into the charts. By July 1970 the single had reached no.14, before peaking at no.6. It hung around a hell of a while. The album, in August, returned him to the LP charts, at no.28. A gentler rebirth. Less frantic. He moved from Shaftesbury Avenue to a three-storey house in Fulham. And it was great to have a more grown-up version of Cat Stevens back with us. No-one could begrudge him such deserved success. Cat Stevens was into a whole new phase, with albums to soundtrack a generation of bedsitter living. Mike Hurst was back on the street, hunting out the next groove…

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February 1989 is a long time ago. Things move on. New events, new crises. Who cares? After having given so much, perhaps it’s churlish to deny him a little spiritual solace? And he’d always shown evidence of being troubled by the contradictions of the Pop-Life, as he recounts in his song “(I Never Wanted) To Be a Star” on the much later album ‘Izitso’, which deliberately references back to this break-out first phase of his career, with lyrical nods at “Matthew And Son”, “I’m Gonna Get Me A Gun” and “A Bad Night”. Despite the apparent success, there was something incomplete about Cat, he was never comfortable with Pop Babylon. And in a world obsessed with shallow celebrity-culture for its own sake, surely it’s laudable that just one artist deliberately rejects it all because of its materialistic limitation?

He needed order. He wanted something to keep the madness at bay. And when lives are out of control, the imposition of a kind of supernatural discipline can provide, and enforce, structure. With a move from ‘I Love My Dog’ to ‘I Love My God’ as a fallback position when rehab fails. As the sixties bled over into the seventies there was a ripple of acid-casualty born-agains rediscovering the certainty of biblical texts to heal their shattered chemically-microwaved braincells – “Spirit In The Sky” and “Amazing Grace” were only its most visible manifestations. Even Bob Dylan went through the ‘Saved’ phase, writing songs of almost painful fragility. That Dylan fell into this particular brand of Christianity rather than what might have seemed a more logical Judaism, doesn’t figure in this. By its very nature, religion is not rational. Just as Cat Stevens chose to adopt the religion that had oppressed his Greek homeland for centuries, rather than – say, his family’s Greek Orthodoxy. That’s not the issue. Believe what you want to believe. But it’s not morally or socially acceptable to use that belief to kill, threaten to kill, or offer any kind of support to those who engage in such killings. That’s why, whenever I hear Yusuf Islam being lauded as a cultural ambassador and a man of peace, I still think Salman Rushdie.

CAT STEVENS:
FIRST CUTS, AND LATER CUTS

October 1966 – “I Love My Dog” c/w “Portobello Road” (Deram DM 102), reaches no.28. ‘B’-side carries a co-writer credit with Kim Fowley

January 1967 – “Matthew And Son” c/w “Granny” (Deram DM 110), reaches no.2

February 1967 – Tremeloes cover of “Here Comes My Baby” (CBS 202519) enters the chart
2 February, and hits no.4

March 1967 – “I’m Gonna Get Me A Gun” c/w “School Is Out” (Deram DM 118), reaches no.6

March 1967 – Birmingham duo Double Feature’s version of Cat’s “Baby Get Your Head Screwed On” c/w “Come On Baby” (Deram DM 115) issued. The track is later part of the 1970 ‘Psychedelic Trip no.4’ CD (See For Miles SEE206). Double Features follow-up is a cover of Mike D’Abo’s “Handbags And Gladrags”. Cat also produces a single for folky Peter Janes of “Emperors And Armies” c/w “Go Home Ulla” (CBS 203004) in October 1967, and singles “Little Maid’s Song” c/w “Grade 3 Section 2” (Decca F 12687) and “Molotov Molotov” c/w “Never Play A B-side” (January 1968, Decca F 12744) for Burmese singer Sasha Caro – real name Caro Minas

March 1967 – Paul And Barry Ryan’s cover of “Keep It Out Of Sight” (Decca F 12567) enters the chart 2 March, it reaches no.30

March 1967 – ‘Matthew And Son’ (LP, Deram DML 1004), reaches no.7 on LP chart. With side one: “Matthew And Son” (‘he’s got people who’ve been working for fifty years, no-one asks for more money ‘cos nobody dares, even though they’re pretty low and their rent’s in arrears’), “I Love My Dog” (‘all he asks from me is the food to give him strength, all he ever needs is love and that he knows he’ll get, so, I love my dog as much as I love you, but you may fade, my dog will always come through’), “Here Comes My Baby” (‘Disc’ review says ‘piano and foot-pedalled guitar adds vast lumbering bottom to the track’), “Bring Another Bottle, Baby” (‘featuring flute, this bossa nova sounds like a popularised standard. Smooth atmosphere, a first class LP track’), “Portobello Road”, “I’ve Found A Love”, “I See A Road” and side two: “Baby Get Your Head Screwed On” (which has ‘a Chinese influence – the lyrics spat out by Cat’), “Granny”, “When I Speak To The Flowers”, “The Tramp” (is ‘purified Stevens. One guitar, a bass and a trumpet playing ‘The Last Post’’), “Come And Dance”, “I See A Hummingbird”, and “Lady” (‘is like a ballad from a musical’)

May 1967 – PP Arnold’s “The First Cut Is The Deepest” (Immediate IM 047) enters chart 4 May, and reaches no.18. Rod Stewart enters the chart with the same song 23 April 1977 (Riva 7), it reaches no.1

August 1967 – “A Bad Night” c/w “The Laughing Apple” (Deram DM 140), reaches no.20, (lyrics run ‘Baby, you’re cool, and even though you’ve never been to school, I know you’re fine, but then you change your mind, then you start on driftin’, and fall on behind’)

December 1967 – “Kitty” c/w “Blackness Of The Night” (Deram DM 156), reaches no.47

December 1967 – ‘New Masters’ (LP, Deram DML 1018). No chart placing. Features side one: “Kitty” (‘when my little Kitty comes back, there’s gonna be a party’), “I’m So Sleepy”, “Northern Wind”, “The Laughing Apple”, “Smash Your Heart”, “Moonstone” and side two: “The First Cut Is The Deepest” (‘one of the late-Sixties great British Pop records’ according to ‘Record Collector’ magazine), “I’m Gonna Be King”, the ‘ultra-commercial’ “Ceylon City”, “Blackness Of The Night”, “Come On Baby (Shift That Log)” and “I Love Them All”. The CD reissue (Deram 820 767-2) adds bonus track the Dylanesque “Images Of Hell”, “Lovely City (When Do You Laugh)”, “The View From The Top”, the cynical “Here Comes My Wife” (stereo), “It’s A Super (Dupa) Life” – ‘cut when Stevens was seriously ill, which may account for the rather uncharacteristic air of jaundice in his lyrics’, “Where Are You”, and “A Bad Night” (mono). Musicians include Chris Hunt (drums on “Lovely City”), Arthur Greenslade, Lew Warburton, Ivor Raymonde

April 1968 – “Bird Has Flown” c/w “Breaking Down” (Deram DM 162)

July 1968 – “Lovely City” c/w “Image Of Hell” (Deram DM 178)

August 1969 – “Where Are You” c/w “The View From The Top” (Deram DM 260) the ‘New Musical Express’ review says ‘this is a beautiful self-penned ballad with an introspective and reflective lyric. The gorgeous stringy backing is sensitive and extremely imaginative, and Cat’s delivery is expressive and thoroughly disarming. I also like the unexpected middle passage, when it suddenly breaks into martial beat. This is a disc to savour in solitude’. ‘Record Mirror’ offers a ‘chart possibility’ rating, commenting that ‘Cat has sometimes suffered by an embarrassment of arrangement ideas, but this is much more simple’

June 1970 – “Lady D’Arbonville” (Island WIP 6086) reached no.8

July 1970 – ‘Mona Bone Jakon’ (LP, Island ILPS 9118). Reaches no.63 on LP chart. Musicians include Alun Davies (guitar), John Ryan (bass), Nicky Hopkins (keyboards), Harvey Burns (drums). Produced by Paul Samwell-Smith, with side one: “Lady D’Arbanville”, “Maybe You’re Right”, “Pop Star” (‘Record Collector’ calls it ‘an ironic dig at the Pop industry’), “I Think I See The Light”, “Trouble” and side two: “Mona Bone Jakon”, “I Wish, I Wish”, “Katmandu” (with Peter Gabriel on flute), “Time”, “Fill My Eyes” and “Lilywhite”

August 1970 – Jimmy Cliff version of “Wild World” (Island WIP 6087), written and produced by Cat, reaches UK no.8 (in June 1988 Maxi Priest has UK no.5 with the song)

November 1970 – ‘Tea For The Tillerman’ (LP, Island ILPS 9135). Reaches no.20 on LP chart. Musicians include Alun Davies (second guitar), John Ryan (bass), Harvey Burns (drums), Jack Rostein (violin), strings by Del Newman, Produced by ex-Yardbird Paul Samwell-Smith. Features side one: “Where Do The Children Play”, “Hard Headed Woman”, “Wild World”, “Sad Lisa”, “Miles From Nowhere” and side two: “But I Might Die Tonight”, “Longer Boats”, “Into White”, “On The Road To Find Out”, “Father And Son”, “Tea For The Tillerman”

1970 – ‘The World Of Cat Stevens’ (LP, Decca PA/SPA 93) first compilation of Deram sides sleeved in a new photo of Cat singing to a group of children. His tracks also feature on ‘World Of Hits’ (Decca SPA 7) with “I Love My Dog” and “Matthew And Son”, plus ‘Alan Freeman’s First Lesson’ (Decca SKL-R 5229) with “Matthew And Son”. Later, the 1992 ‘Cat Stevens: The Collection’ (Castle Communications CCSCD127) collects tracks from the same period

March 1971 – first American hit single, “Wild World” (A&M 1231) US single reaches no.11

1971 – “Tuesday’s Dead” c/w “Miles From Nowhere” (Island WIP 6102)

August 1971 – “Moon Shadow” c/w “Father And Son” (Island WIP 6092) reaches no.22. Also no.30 on US chart (A&M 1265). The ‘B’-side becomes a no.2 single for Boyzone in November 1995

October 1971 – ‘Teaser And The Firecat’ (Island ILPS 9154). Reaches no.3 on LP chart. With Alun Davies (guitar), Larry Steele (bass), Gerry Conway and Harvey Burns (drums), Produced by Paul Samwell-Smith, with side one: “The Wind”, “Rubylove”, “If I Laugh”, “Changes IV”, “How Can I Tell You”, side two: “Tuesday’s Dead”, “Morning Has Broken”, “Bitterblue”, “Moonshadow” and “Peace Train” which is US no.7 hit single in October (A&M 1291), later revived by 10,000 Maniacs

January 1972 – “Morning Has Broken” (Island WIP 6121) reaches no.9. A song written by Eleanor Farjeon. Rick Wakeman on keyboards. A US no.6 hit in April (A&M 1335)

August 1972 – Alun Davies solo LP ‘Daydo’ (CBS 65108) produced by Cat Stevens who also plays piano, with Paul Samwell-Smith

October 1972 – ‘Catch Bull At Four’ (Island ILPS 9206). Reaches no.2 on LP chart. Produced by Paul Smmwell-Smith. Musicians include Alun Davies (guitar), Jean Roussel (piano), Gerry Conway (drums) and Del Newman, with side one: “Sitting” (a December US no.16 single, A&M 1396), “Boy With The Moon And Stars In His Head”, “Angelsea” (with Linda Lewis and Lauren Cooper), “Silent Sunlight”, “Can’t Keep It In”, side two: “Eighteenth Avenue”, “Freezing Steel” (with CS Choir vocal backing), “O Caritas” (with lyric-translater Jeremy Taylor on Spanish guitar), “Sweet Scarlet” and “Ruins”

December 1972 – “Can’t Keep It In” (Island WIP 6152) reaches no.13

July 1973 – ‘Foreigner’ (Island ILPS 9240). Reaches no.3 on LP chart. Produced by Cat Stevens in Jamaica, includes side one: “Foreigner Suite” (with Gerry Conway drums), side two: “The Hurt” (an August US no.31 hit single, A&M 1418), “How Many Times” (with Herbie Flowers bass), “Later”, “100 I Dream”. Other musicians include Jean Roussel (keyboards), Phil Uphurch (guitar), Paul Martinez (bass), Bernard Purdie (drums), Patti Austin (vocal) and the Tower Of Power horns

1973 – “The Hurt” c/w “Silent Sunlight” (Island WIP 6163)

April 1974 – ‘Buddha And The Chocolate Box’ (Island WIP 9274). Reaches no.3 on LP chart. Musicians include Alun Davies, Jean Rousel, Bruce Lynch, and Gerry Conway (fresh from Folk-Rockers Eclection), with side one: “Music”, “Oh Very Young” (an April US no.10 hit single, A&M 1503), “Sun / C 79”, “Ghost Town”, “Jesus”, side two: “Ready”, “King Of Trees”, “A Bad Penny”, “Home In The Sky”

July 1974 – ‘Cat Stevens: Greatest Hits’ (Island ILPS 9310). Reaches no.2 on LP chart. With “Wild World”, “Oh Very Young”, “Another Saturday Night”, “Moon Shadow”, “Peace Train”. Also includes US January 1975 no.26 hit single of “Ready” (A&M 1645) – originally from ‘Buddha And The Chocolate Box’, and US August no.33 hit single “Two Fine People” (A&M 1700) as bonus track

August 1974 – “Another Saturday Night” (Island WIP 6206) reaches no.19 in the UK, and no.6 in the US (A&M 1602), revival of old Sam Cooke hit

1975 – ‘The View From The Top’ (Decca DPA 3019/3020) further compilation of Deram material

1975 – ‘Numbers: A Pythagorean Theory Tale’ (Island ILPSP 9370) concept album of Polygor Palace and its inhabitants, Monad, Dupey, Trezlar, Cubis, Cizlo, Hexidor, Septo, Octav an Novim

May 1977 – Linda Lewis LP ‘Woman Overboard’ includes two Cat Stevens compositions. He also produced her single “Come Back And Finish What You Started”, and originally wrote “Remember The Days Of The Old Schoolyard” for her earlier single

May 1977 – ‘Izitso’ (Island ILPS 9451). Reaches no.18 on LP chart. Musicians include. Co-produced by Dave Kershenbaum, with side one: “Remember The Days Of The Old Schoolyard” (duet with Elkie Brooks), “Life”, “Killin’ Time”, “Kypros” (with Andy Newmark on drums), “Bonfire”, side two: “I Never Wanted To Be A Star”, “Crazy”, “Sweet Jamaica”, “Was Dog A Doughnut?” (written with Bruce Lynch and Jean Roussel, with Chick Corea on keyboards) and “Child For A Day” (written by Paul Travis and David Gordon, with Barry Beckett on keyboards)

July 1977 – “Remember The Days Of The Old Schoolyard” (Island WIP 6387) reaches UK no.44, and US no.33 (A&M 1948)

1979 – ‘Back To Earth’ (Island ILPS). His last studio album for thirty years, and his last recording as ‘Cat Stevens’. With side one: “Just Another Night” (with Brian Cole steel guitar), “Daytime” (with co-producer Paul Samwell-Smith backing vocals), “Bad Brakes”, “Randy”, “The Artist”, side two: “Last Love Song”, “Nascimento”, “Father”, “New York Times” (with Luther Vandross vocals) and “Never”

Wednesday, 27 February 2013

Poem: MARIE

 

 MARIE

when I woke friday morning
the world had not ended

there are still grease-rings on the stove,
biscuit-crumbs in the folds of the bed,
formations of dust beneath the furniture,
the curtains still move lethargically
stirring disinterested currents of air,
shadows still move dumbly beyond the window
living lives of desperation both quiet
and loud, in rage and deceptive calm,
litter still silts the pavement around them,
as smoke crawls sleepily over the city,
where snow still glows in bitter wind, and
tobacco smells and factory girls in torn jeans
still fill the café to drink the same acrid coffee

when I woke friday morning
the world had not ended,
but you were gone…



This poem is published in the excellent new 120-page
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Interview: KRAFTWERK IN A SCHIZOPHRENIC COUNTRY

 

KRAFTWERK: IN A
SCHIZOPHRENIC
COUNTRY

An interview with Ralf Hütter of the
legendary prophets of modernism and
all things digital-sterile. In which Kraftwerk
travel all the way from the Last John Cleese-oid
Skirmish of WW2, to cyborg Wet-Ware
Science Fiction futures...

‘TECHNO-POP AT THE ELECTRIC CAFÉ’
“We play the machines, but the machines also play us.
They should not do only slave work, we try to treat
them as colleagues so they exchange energies with us...”
                            (Ralf Hütter in ‘Mojo’, April 1997)

Eins, Zwei, Drei, Vier...

Kraftwerk means ‘Power Station’ – regardless of what you read elsewhere. They are also the Teutonic fourpiece responsible for soundtracks for science like “Trans-Europe Express” and “Computer World”. They are the musicians who first encrypted the transcript from the handbook of neuro-electronic tomorrows, the fountainhead of all things digital-sterile, and took it into the minimalist technological zeitgeist. Their sound, from its early-1970’s beginnings, was already aerodynamically styled for the next millennium. Now they here in London for a brief tour promoting their album ‘The Mix’ (June 1991), playing selected concerts – including the cult Dance Festival ‘Tribal Gathering’ (at Luton Hoo 24th May 1997), and doing a limited number of meet-and-greet press interviews. I corner Ralf Hütter (electronics and voice) in a cluttered backwater of EMI House, and poke theories at him through the language barrier.

It seems to me there are two distinct phases to Krautwerk’s career. Or perhaps even three. The first five years devoted purely to experimental forays into synchromeshed avant-electronics, producing the batch of albums issued in Britain through Vertigo – ‘Kraftwerk’ in 1972, ‘Ralf Und Florian’ the following year, the seminal ‘Autobahn’ in 1974, and the compilation ‘Exceller 8’ in 1975. Then they switch to EMI, settle on a more durable line-up and the subsequent move into more image-conscious material, a zone between song and tactile atmospherics feeding into areas dangerously close to Euro-Disco. The third – and current phase, involves a long and lengthening silence.

‘No, it wasn’t like that’ says Hütter, all neat and in black. ‘It was...’ his hand indicates a level plane. ‘There was never a break. It was a continual evolution. We had our studios since 1970, so we always worked on the next album, and the next album, and just so on. I think Dusseldorf therefore was very good because we brought in other people, painters, poets, so that we associated ourselves with...’ his sometimes faulty English – interfacing with my even more faulty German, breaks down. The words don’t come. So he switches direction. ‘Also we had some classical training before that (Ralf and Florian met at the Dusseldorf Conservatory), so we were very disciplined’. The other Crafty-Workers in this original extended family of neo-Expressionist electro-subversives included Conny Plank (who was to produce later stuff for Annie Lennox’ The Tourists, and Ultravox), Klaus Dinger and Thomas Homann (later of Neu), artist Karl Klefisch (responsible for the highly effective 1978 ‘Man-Machine’ sleeve), Emil Schult (who co-composed “Trans-Europe Express”) and others. In the subsequent personnel file – as well as Hütter, there is Florian Schneider who also operates electronics and sometimes robotic vocals. While across the years of their classic recordings they are set against Karl Bartos and Wolfgang Flur who both manipulate electronic percussion.

I ask if they always operated as equal partners. ‘Everybody has their special function within the group, one which he is good at and likes to do the most.’ It was never just Ralf und Florian plus a beatbox rhythm section? ‘No. It’s just that we started historically all that time ago and worked for four years with about twenty percussionists, and they would never go into electronics, so we had to step over, banging away and things like that. And then Wolfgang came in...’

You find the phrasing strange? I’ll tell you... when the possibility of doing this interview first cropped up I ransacked my archives and dug out everything on Kfartwerk I could find. Now it occurs to me that each previous press chat-piece from ‘Creem’ to ‘Melody Maker’ have transposed Herr Hütter’s every utterance into perfect English. Which is not the case. His eloquence is daunting, but it inevitably has very pronounced Germanic cadences. Sometimes he skates around searching for the correct word, other times he uses the right word in the wrong context. When her says ‘we worked on the next album and the next album, and just so on’ it really emerges as ‘ve vork on ze next album und ze next, und just zo on’. It might be interesting to write up the whole interview-tape with that phonetic accuracy, but it would be difficult to compose and impossible to read. Nevertheless, I’m not going to bland out his individuality by disinfecting his speech peculiarities, or ethnically cleansing his phrases entirely...

‘RADIO AKTIVITAET:
THE VOICE OF ENERGY…’
“I think our music has to do with emotions.
Technology and emotion can join hands...”
                                   (Ralf Hütter, 1991)

With that sorted out I ask if he enjoyed touring. ‘Yes, basically, because we don’t do it so often. But we also enjoy working in our studios in Dusseldorf, we shouldn’t tour too much otherwise... we get lost somewhere, maybe! We get too immunised. When you have too much you must shut down because you get too many sounds and visions from that tour. For the first five years we toured always in Germany on the Autobahns – that’s where that album came from. Since 1975 we do other countries as well.’ They first toured the USA in March 1975, topping the bill over British Prog-Rockers Greenslade, then – leaving an American Top Thirty hit, they went on to play eight British dates in June set up for them by manager Ira Blacker.

How much of that early music was improvised? Was the earlier material ‘freer’? Kraftwerk numbered Karl Klaus Roeder on violin and guitar back then, so are the newer compositions more structured? ‘No. We are going more... now that we play longer, work longer than ten years, we know more and every afternoon when we are in the Concert Hall or somewhere in the studio we just start the machines playing and listen to this and that. Just yesterday we composed new things. Once in Edinburgh we composed a new piece which we even included in that evening’s show. New versions on old ideas. So we are always working because otherwise we should get bored just repeating. And it’s not correct what he (a hostile gig reviewer) was saying – that we play on stage exactly like we sound on the record. That’s complete rubbish. It means people don’t even notice and they don’t listen. They go instead over to the Bar for a drink! We, our music is very basic, the compositions are never complex or never complicated. More sounds – KLINK! KLUNK!! Metallic sound. We go for this sound composition more than music composition. Only now they are thematically more precise than they were before.’

After so long within the genre don’t they find electronics restricting? ‘No, just the opposite.’ Words precise with the sharp edge of Teutonic resonance. ‘We can play anything. The only restrictions we do find are, like in writing, as soon as you have a paper and pen – or a computer or a cassette recorder and a microphone, and you bring ideas, you find the limitation is in what you program rather than what is in the microphone or the cassette. You – as a writer, writing this interview, can’t say that the piece you are writing is not good because the word processor did not pick out the right words for you. It’s the same with us. If we make a bad record it’s because we are not in a good state of mind.’

When they started out they recorded in German-language. ‘We always record in German’ he corrects emphatically. ‘Then we do – like in films, synchronised versions for English. The original records are all German, but we also do French, and now Japanese versions. We are very into the internationalist part.’ Continuing this trans-Europe theme he suddenly suggests ‘Britain in a very historical society. The Establishment. The hierarchy. We come here and we feel that immediately. On the one hand you have this very modern...’ he tails off. Starts again, ‘it’s a schizophrenic country, a modern people, new music and everything, but on the other hand the... how can I say it, a theatrical establishment.’ I retaliate, yes – but surely it could equally be argued that all Europe forms a common cultural unit attempting to survive between the historic power-block forces of the USA and the old Soviet Union? Indeed, to journalist Andy Gill, Kraftwerk’s music is ‘promoting the virtues of cybernetic cleanliness and European culture against the more sensual, body-orientated nature of most Afro-American derived music’ (‘Mojo’, August 1987). Europe shares a common heritage uniting Britain, Germany and France, which are all being subtly subverted by a friendly invasion of American Economic and McCultural influences, movies, records, clothes? Hütter himself once said ‘in Germany, Pop music is a cultural import’. ‘Yes, I know. Certainly when we came to Birmingham (England) we thought it was similar to Dusseldorf. There’s no question. But in Germany it happens even more though, because here in England at least you notice, you know the language and everything. In Germany they don’t notice, it was just taken over.’

I’d always considered the German language to be a defence against foreign influence. It was far easier for mainstream British culture to be accessed, and infiltrated because of a common American-English language. In France, for example, the Government is actively resisting the ‘Anglicisation’ of their language through ‘Franglaise’, because they rightly see its corruption as the thin end of the wedge. ‘Maybe. That should be checked. But you, together with the Americans had another situation to start with. After the war, Germany was finished. I’m not saying why or whatever, that’s OK. But when I grew up we used to play around the bomb-fields and the destroyed houses. This was just part of our heritage, part of our software. It was our education and cultural background...’ The spectre of Basil Fawlty springs unbidden. Earlier an entirely innocent question about Kraftwerk’s origins had dislodged similar sentiments. He’d spoken of Germany’s Fascist years – ‘in Germany especially, that’s what I mostly knew about, then all the (artistic / creative) people emigrated, Einstein had to leave, and everybody knows the reasons. And then only after the war – he came back. But I think Germany went through a period, with our parents, who had never had anything. They went through two wars...’

Now personally, the dinosaur struggles of mindless European Empires doesn’t bother me. Creativity and human individuality does. And massive giga-jolts of respect are due here. Long before the world had heard of Bill Gates, Y2K or William Gibson, when Silicon Valley was still just a valley and mail had yet to acquire its ‘e’ prefix, Kraftwerk were literally inventing and assembling their own instruments, expanding the technosphere by rewiring the sonic neural net, and defining the luminous futures of what we now know as global electronica. But suddenly I get visions of our dialogue devolving into the last skirmish of Ward War 2. ‘Don’t mention the WAR!!!’ Giant imaginary replicas of John Cleese goose-step across the room...

‘MAN MACHINE: MENSCH MASCHINE…’
“We feel that the synthesizer is an acoustic mirror, a brain
analyser that is super-sensitive to the human element in ways
previous instruments were not, so it is really better suited to
expose the human psychology than the piano or guitar...”
                                 (Ralf Hütter in ‘Mojo’, April 1997)

Change of tack. There’s a lot of Kraftwerkian influence around. Much of current electro-Dance seems to be plugged directly into the vaguely ‘industrial’ neuro-system that Hütter initially delineated, while dedicated eighties survivalist cults Depeche Mode and Human League also have Kraftwerk DNA in their gene-code. He nods sagely. ‘There’s a very good feeling in England now. It was all getting so... historical.’ Is the same thing happening in Germany now? Is there a good Rock scene there? ‘No. But New Music (Neu Musik).’

Hütter’s opinions on machine technology have been known to inspire hacks of lesser literary integrity to sprees of wild Thesaurus-ransacking adjectival overkill, their vocabularies straining for greater bleakness, more clone-content, ‘Bladerunner’ imagery grown bloated and boring through inept repetition. And sure, Kr-art-werk is all geometrical composition, diagonal emphasis, precision honed etc, but their imagery is not entirely without precedent. Deliberately so. Their ‘Man-Machine’ album track “Metropolis” obviously references German Fritz Lang’s 1926 proto-SF Expressionist movie. The album sleeve also acknowledges the ‘inspiration’ of Bauhaus Constructivist El Lissitzky. I go on to hazard a connection with German modern classical music bizarro Karlhienz Stockhausen – particularly on Kraftwerk’s ‘Radio-Activity’ (1975) album, where they use the ‘musique concrete’ technique of surgical-splicing different sounds together from random areas. “Radioland” uses drop-in short-wave blips, bursts and static twitterings, “Transistor” has sharp pre-sample edits, alongside the pure found-sound audio-collage “The News”. A technique that resurfaces as late as ‘Electric Café (1986), where “The Telephone Song” is made up of ‘phone bleeps and telecommunication bloopery. He’s familiar with the input. Immediately snaps back the exact location of the ideas – ‘Kurzwellen’, from Stockhausen’s back-catalogue. And what about the aural applications of Brion Gysin / William Burroughs’ literary cut-up experiments? Is there any interaction there? ‘Maybe’ he concedes. ‘‘Soft Machine’, contact with machines. But we are more Germanic.’ He pauses, then suggests ‘we take from everywhere. That’s how we find most of our music. Out of what we find in the street. The “Pocket Calculator” in the Department Stores.’

The music is the message – ‘the perfect Pop song for the tribes of the global village’ as Hütter once described it. The medium and the form? ‘If the music can’t speak for itself then why make music? Then we can be writers directly. If I could speak really everything I want with words then I should be working in literature, in words. But I can’t, I never can say anything really, I can’t even hardly talk to the audience. I don’t know what to say. But when we make music, everything keeps going, it’s just the field we are working in, or if we make videos we are more productive there.’

I quote back from an interview he did with ‘Q’ magazine in July 1991 where he suggests that traditional musical skills are becoming increasingly redundant, ‘with our computers, this is already taken care of’ he explains. ‘So we can now spend more time structuring the music. I can play faster than Rubenstein with the computer, so it (instrumental virtuosity) is no longer relevant – it’s getting closer to what music is all about, thinking and hearing.’ So what’s new in electronics, Ralf? ‘What we find now is like, a revolution in machines. They are bringing back all the garbage now that has been put into them for the last hundred years and we are facing a second, third and fourth Industrial Revolution. Computers. Nano-electronics. Maybe then we come back into Science Fiction? I don’t know.’ Then, on inspiration, ‘there’s another thing coming out. ‘Wet-Ware’, and we function also – in a way, as Wet-Ware.’

I’m hit by a sudden techno-blur of off-the-wall ideas, imperfectly understood concepts of some electro-erotic wet ‘T’-shirt ritual in the pale blue wash of sterile monitors. What is ‘Wet-Ware’, Ralf? Spoken with bated breath. And he explains. Like hardware is machines. Software is the data that is fed into them. ‘Wet-Ware is anything biochemical. The biological element in the machine!’

The programmer? I see. Fade into intimations of cybernetic ubermensch conspiracies.

Eins, Zwei, Drei, Vier...

*Although deliberately angled to imply that this interview occurred at a later date, in fact it consists of material taped at the time of my Kraftwerk interview which appears in the book ‘I Was Elvis Presley’s Bastard Love-Child’ (Headpress Books)


  

 KRAFTWERK:
VORSPRUNG DURCH TECHNO

1970 – ‘TONE FLOAT’ by ORGANISATION. Ralf Hütter and Florian Schneider-Esleben with others (Basil Hammoudi, Butch Hauf and Alfred Monicks), produced by Konrad ‘Conny’ Plank and recorded in a studio in Dusseldorf’s Oil Refinery. Includes “Milk Rock”, “Silver Forest” and “Rhythm Salad”, “Noitasinagro” and 20:46-minute “Tone Float”

1971 – ‘HIGHRAIL’ by KRAFTWERK. Hütter and Schneider with Klaus Dinger and Thomas Homann, who later form Neu. Issued on German Philips label

1972 – ‘VAR’. Includes first-ever recorded use of a drum-machine

1972 – ‘KRAFTWERK’ (Vertigo 6641-077 2LP) UK edited compilation of earlier Germany-only LPs released as ‘Kraftwerk’ (November 1970) with “Ruckzuck”, “Stratovarius”, “Megaherz” and “Von Himmel Hoch” and ‘Kraftwerk 2’ (1972) with “Klingklang”, “Atem”, “Strom”, “Spule 4”, “Wellenlänge” and “Harmonika”

1973 – ‘RALF UND FLORIAN’ (Vertigo) Duo album including strings and woodwind, “Elektrisches Roulette”, “Tongebeinge”, “Kristallo”, “Heimatklänge”, “Tanzmusik” and “Ananas Symphonie”

Nov 1974 – ‘AUTOBAHN’ (Vertigo 6360-620/ EMI CD 46153-2) with Wolfgang Flur and Klaus Roeder, “Komet Melody 2”, “Kristallo” and 22-minute title (‘W’ir fahn fahn fahn auf der autobahn’ – ‘we’re driving driving driving down the Motorway’) edited down to a three-minute single which reaches no.11 (UK) 10th May 1975 (Vertigo 6147-012) and no.25 (USA) 12th April 1975 (Vertigo 203)

Oct 1975 – ‘EXCELLER 8’ (Vertigo 6360-629) compilation, “Ruckzack”, “Kristallo” etc

Nov 1975 (Ger)/ Jan 1976 (UK) – ‘RADIO-ACTIVITY’ (Ger: ‘RADIO AKTIVITAET’) (Capitol EST 11457 CDP 7-464742 / US Cleopatra CLE CD 58752) First album with Karl Bartos replacing Roeder, now fully electronic and issued on their own ‘Kling Klang’ label in Germany. “Geiger Counter”. “Antenna”, “Ohm Sweet Ohm”

May 1977 – ‘TRANS-EUROPE EXPRESS’ (Capitol EST 11603 CD 7-46473-2) An album of ‘eerie empty beauty’ (‘MOJO’). With “Franz Schubert”, “Europe Endless” and “Showroom Dummies” – a UK no.25 chart single 20th February 1982 (EMI 5272). Title track later sampled by Africa Bambaataa’s “Planet Rock”, and includes the lyric ‘from station to station / back to Dusseldorf city / meet Iggy Pop and David Bowie’. Bowie returns the reference on his “V2 Schneider”

May 1978 – ‘MAN-MACHINE’ (Ger: ‘MENSCH MASCHINE’) (Capitol EST 11728 CD 7-46039-2) ‘It is the only completely successful visual / aural fusion Rock has produced so far’ (‘NME’). With “The Robots”, “Spacelab” and “The Model” – a UK no.1 chart single 6th February 1982 (EMI 5207)

May 1981 – ‘COMPUTER WORLD’ (EMI EMC 3370 / US Elektra CD 9-3549-2) ‘Interpol and Deutsche Bank, FBI and Scotland Yard’. With “Pocket Calculator”, “Numbers”, “Computer Love”

1981 – ‘ELEKTRO KINETIK’ (Vertigo) compilation

1981 – ‘VIRTU EX MACHINA’ (Klon 1992001) quality bootleg recorded live from mixing desk in Tokyo with ad-libbed “Autobahn” lyrics

July 1983 – ‘Tour De France’ (12” single EMI 5413) + mixes. A UK no.22 single later featured on ‘BREAKDANCE’ movie soundtrack

November 1986 – ‘ELECTRIC CAFE’ (EMI CDP 7-46416-2) With “Techno-Pop”, “Musique Non-Stop”, “Boing Boom Tschak”, “The Telephon Call” etc. A sequel to projected, then cancelled album, to be called ‘TECHNO-POP’ – scheduled for August 1983 release and designated EMC 3407. Album reissued as ‘TECHNO POP’ in October 2009. Following the original release of ‘ELECTRIC CAFE’ Bartos and Flur are replaced by Franz Hijbert and some robots, while Karl Bartos forms ELEKTRIC MUSIC who release the album ‘ESPERANTO’ in August 1993

June 1991 – ‘THE MIX’ (‘DIE KLASSIC WERKS’) (EMI CDP 79-6671-12/ CDEM 1408) With new digital mixes of “The Robot”, “Computer Love”, “Autobahn” (9-min mix), “Musique Non-Stop” etc

1991 – ‘HEUTE ABEND’ (Deep Records 021) Low-fi live bootleg including 20-min “Musique Non-Stop”

1993 – ‘THE REMIX’ (On It CD 049) Bootleg including studio remixes of “Tour De France” and early demos of “Sex Object” and “Technopop” from aborted album sessions

August 2003 – ‘TOUR DE FRANCE SOUNDTRACKS’ (Kling Klang / EMI / Astralwerks)

June 2005 – ‘MINIMUM-MAXIMUM’ (Kling Klang / EMI / Astralwerks) live album

2006 – ‘K4: BREMEN RADIO 1971’ live recordings of the Schneider, Dinger, Rother line-up recorded 25 June 1971 for ‘Radio Bremen’

October 2009 – ‘THE CATALOGUE’ (‘DER KATALOG’) (Kling Klang / EMI / Mute / Astralwerks) remastered box-set of albums 1974-2003


Published in:
‘AURAL INNOVATIONS no.7: July’ (USA - August 1999)
‘FATWAH no.4’ (UK - June 2002)

CULT MOD-POP CD: THE ATTACK

 

 THE ATTACK:
IT’S ‘ABOUT TIME’

Album Review of:
‘ABOUT TIME:
THE DEFINITIVE
MOD-POP
COLLECTION 1967-1968’
by THE ATTACK
(2006, Bam Caruso RPM BC317)

        ‘We don’t know about the H-bomb
we don’t know about drugs
              we don’t know what is going on…’
                                      (“We Don’t Know”)

It’s one of those heavy conundrums that have teased the minds of thinkers across decades. One of the moral dilemmas that defy satisfactory resolution, despite thesis, antithesis and synthesis. Well… perhaps not quite that. But the question why some records sell their way into the upper reaches of the charts, while others – in every way better crafted, better played, more cleverly constructed, more hip and cutting-edge, fail. Attack were sulphate-propelled, witty and flirtatious. They were also capable of cutting slices of perfect Pop. But that defining hit to write them into Rock history consistently evaded them.

January 1967 opened with the drum-snap and brittle-sharp guitar of debut single “Try It”, a catchy piece of Mod-Pop predicated on a softer version of the Who/Small Faces model, claiming ‘by the way you look, I can tell that you want some action – action is my middle name’. A manifesto, an invitation to try what Attack had to offer. ‘Record Mirror’ introduced them to its readers as ‘the Attack are one of the new wave of beat groups who say they have something more to offer than the usual group format.’ And yes, it’s an attractive seven-inches of vinyl marked out by powerful vocals, Pop-art guitar, the swelling Mod-Soul underbelly of warm Hammond-organ, punctuated by sharp bass and tight drum figures. It nevertheless lacked the essential standout magic to give it sales-legs. Lyrically, the ‘B’-side – “We Don’t Know”, is even better, with Richard Shirman’s words chomping on the controversial issues of the day, but rather than taking a protest-stance, he disclaims it all. ‘We don’t know about marriage, we don’t know about sex, we don’t know what is going on, ‘cos we’re in a mess’. As the Kaiser Chiefs would much later point out, ‘it’s cool to know nothing’. A witty freak-beat reversal of all the contemporary rebel-poses, so that when it gets to the ‘bring it on down, all the way down’, and the ‘sock it to me one time’, ‘keep on keeping on’, ‘hold on to what you’ve got’ and ‘got to, got to, got to’ exhortations in the play-out fade there’s just a suspicious that it’s cheerfully tongue-in-cheek. Taking the vocabulary of Mod-Soul into newer post-Mod realms.

While ‘Record Mirror’ predicted that ‘the five-strong group looks as though they have quite a career in front of them, especially with confident Mr Shirman leading them’, what’s necessary is to achieve that breakthrough hit. The one that establishes the group-brand. And that presents an ethical dilemma. For there were a number of ways of jumping that barrier. The astute cover of the current American hit, grabbing media-space and immediacy before the original has a chance of registering. Matthew’s Southern Comfort scored a UK no.1 by opportunistically grabbing Joni Mitchell’s “Woodstock”, effectively stopping the fiercer Crosby Stills And Nash American hit-version. But it didn’t lead Ian Matthews to any further chart action. And in fact, “Try It” had originally been done by Ohio Express and the Standells, whose bratty versions exemplify the sneering Punk-garage sound, although ‘New Musical Express’ concede that Attack ‘were every bit as authentic-sounding as the originals’ (23 January 1993). Another route was to ransack the latest Beatles LP for potential covers. Despite serious opposition from a group called Bedrock, Marmalade (with post-Attack Alan Whitehead) lifted “Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da” from the ‘White Album’ and took it all the way to no.1. Against the odds they were able to follow it with further hits, and even a modicum of musicianly credibility. Another passport into the chart is the Poppy confection of the novelty hit. Mugging a convenient fad or hopping a passing trend much as the Flowerpot Men had done all the way into brief celebrity with “Let’s Go To San Francisco”.

Manager Don Arden brought the group a demo of “Hi Ho Silver Lining” from its American composer, Scott English. Is “Hi Ho Silver Lining” a novelty hit? It has many of the distinguishing characteristics, which over-familiarity tends to disguise. It’s very much riddled with sixties crazy wackiness, the ‘open up your peach umbrella, while you’re watching TV’ could have come directly from a trendy sit-com. Not to mention ‘the hippie hat’. And who now connects the song-title with its TV-origins? Clayton Moore’s masked-avenger ‘The Lone Ranger’ with his trademark cry ‘Hi Ho Silver, away!’ Of course, Arden was absolutely correct. It was a sure-fire hit. Only not for Attack. The problem is that producer Mickie Most had also got his hands on a songwriter demo, cut it with the Jeff Beck Group, and both versions emerged near-simultaneously. Although Beck’s came a week later, he had the edge. He was already a ‘name’ from his stint following Eric Clapton into the Yardbirds. Attack take the song altogether lighter, with Richard’s exaggeratedly clear enunciation and vocal delivery, ‘although it’s obvi-yars’. But, let’s be honest, the litmus test between the two versions is that Attack’s polite instrumental break, a rising whine in the background with Gerry Henderson’s little honking clarinet giving it a jaunty New Vaudeville Band quality, can’t match the brief burn of the Jeff Beck guitar solo.

So Attack watch as the Jeff Beck group single enters the ‘Record Mirror’ chart at no.36 (13th April), rising through no.28, no.24, and no.17, to peak for three weeks at no.14 (from 11th May), before sliding down through no.19, and no.27 to exit at no.37 (15th June). And they watch as Jeff Beck bags the ‘Top Of The Pops’ tele-spot. There must be only one thing worse than sacrificing your self-respect to achieve the step-up career-elevation of a hit, and that’s to sacrifice your self-respect and still fail to make that vital chart-connection.

To add to the irony, Davy O’List’s savage haywire guitar-break on the flip makes up for the ‘A’-side’s passivity. Written and recorded within half-an-hour, “Any More Than I Do” claims ‘we want something uncomplicated, we want something clean and free, this I the way it’s got to be’. While its two opening lines take a last nod at their debt to the seminal Soul music they were rapidly accelerating away from – ‘standing in the shadows’ (Four Tops), ‘sitting in the park’ (Billy Stewart), carried on a frugging dance-beat.

Richard Shirman has the louché Jagger slouch and a corkscrew mind. To ‘Melody Maker’ writer Chris Welch, he was ‘a star with an ego to match, and the cheek to achieve miracles’. A rare combination of gifts. Born 26 April 1949 in London, Richard was the Attack founder-member who would also remain the only consistent part of the group throughout its many line-up changes. ‘I was inspired by the Rolling Stones and Yardbirds’ he told the folklinks.com website, ‘I saw both when I was fourteen, over the objections of my parents, and was hooked.’ By the time he was fifteen he was cutting his teeth fronting the Soul System, an unstable lineup of musicians all older than he was. In early 1966, its remnants were strengthened by the addition of new faces. Shirman encountered the tousle-haired innocence of seventeen-year-old guitarist ‘David John’ (an alias used by Davy O’List), they shared a taste for rare-groove R&B imports, so Davy joined and adds back-up vocals to “Try It”. At the time, Davy confided to ‘Melody Maker’ that ‘I’ve been playing guitar for two-and-a-half year and started as a Rock guitarist. My first idol was George Harrison and I copied his solo on “Roll Over Beethoven” note for note. I want to be able to play Blues without anybody going ‘ugh!’ (11 March 1967). Which seems a fairly modest ambition. Then bassist Gerry Henderson arrived. Until, in response to a small-ad placed in ‘Melody Maker’, there was bespectacled Bob Hodges on organ, the group’s token geek. And work-study trainee drummer Alan ‘Noddy’ Whitehead, who stays with Attack long enough to play on the debut single (he was then replaced by Barney ‘Rubble’ Barnfield).

Hammering out a repertoire of bluesy riffs, Don Covay’s “See Saw”, Wilson Pickett’s “In The Midnight Hour” and Sam And Dave’s “You Don’t Know Like I Know” at the Marquee, Soul System came to the attention of entrepreneur Don Arden, who already managed the Small Faces, Ron Wood’s The Birds, and Creation. He signed them to Decca for first try-out sessions with top A&R-man Dick Rowe (with Rolling Stones, Small Faces, and Marmalade on his CV) at IPC Studios in Regent Street on 31st December 1966. It was around this time they changed their name to Attack, a short one-word name, like the Who, Creation or Action. ‘Now the Pop scene seems ready for us’ proclaimed Richard, ‘we shall take it by storm in six months.’ Some overconfidence perhaps? asks ‘Record Mirror’, while conceding their riveting presence, ‘their stage act is exciting and different, and involves quite a bit of audience participation (if you’re inclined that way).’ But shortly after their “Hi Ho Silver Lining” single was released, O’List quit Attack. In late February he was headhunted by Andrew Loog Oldham into join the Nice, initially a vehicle providing backup for Oldham’s newly-acquired soul singer PP Arnold. Meanwhile, Shirman, given to hanging out at the trendiest London clubs – ‘Tiles’ and ‘Blaises’ as well as the ‘Marquee’, had been keeping a watchful eye on a young guitarist he’d witnessed jamming with Jimmy Page. No mean feat. So John DuCann – future mainstay, and songwriter, later of Andromeda and Atomic Rooster, was lured into the group.

The third 45rpm, “Created By Clive” is a foppishly effete sub-Kinks-style number. When they appear in front of the BBC microphones on the Light Programme’s ‘Saturday Club’ (1st July 1967) presenter Brian Matthew enthusiastically introduces Attack as ‘this group with a difference’, and “Created By Clive” as ‘a sad story of a modern Miss’. And, yes – given the preeminence of “Dedicated Follower Of Fashion”, it’s the perfect soundbite for trendy Carnaby Street film-clips. ‘Your face is bony ‘cos you don’t eat, your hair’s too short and your clothes are chic’ conjures all the right fashion-fix Twiggy and Mary Quant images. If you think ‘somebody’s taught you how to walk’ is taking it a little too far, just check out Victoria Beckham or Naomi Campbell. And ‘now you dress for the magazines’ is carried effortlessly by Richard’s slightly camp vocals – he’s ‘got this fancy talk’, catching all the right fashion-dummy weirdo traits. Her ‘heart is plastic’ and her ‘mind’s gone weak’, all she needs is a ‘mirror and a powder-puff’, then stylist Clive can ‘put you in the window of Ellen’s Boutique’. Was there ever an ‘Ellen’s Boutique’? If there wasn’t, there should have been. And you should have seen it in a tracking-shot from the ‘Blow Up’ movie. Produced by their regular knob-twiddler Mark Wildey, the song was written by Johannesburg-born Hubert Pattison, who’d also penned “The Hand Don’t Fit The Glove” for Terry Reid And The Jaywalkers, “Don’t Let Her Go Away” for John Leyton, “Here Come The Bees” for the Barron Knights, and cut a single of his own with “My Home’s In My Pocket” (August 1969 for Fontana). And if an Attack single was ever to catch fire, surely this was the moment?

Wrong. Again their finest efforts were sabotaged by cruel circumstance. Or rather, by inept label politics. Again, there was another version of the same song, this time by a group called the Syn – formerly the Syndicats, with a line-up including Chris Squire and Pete Banks who would later figure in mega-selling Prog-Rockers Yes. They also needed a hit. But it wasn’t happening for them either. Although both groups, Syn and Attack, were operating beneath the sprawling canopy of the same Decca organisation, the Syn version was ‘A’-sided through the ‘progressive’ subsidiary Deram, leaving the two to fight it out. Which is the better version? It’s a toss-up. Both are pretty good. Where the Attack simply repeat the chorus-title ‘created by Clive, created by Clive’ with just a hint of xylophone, the Syn’s more close-harmony treatment amends the lyric to ‘created by Clive’s publicity drive’. Does that improve it? In the end, you pays your money and you takes your choice. Both were fairly well received by the music-press. The Pirate Radio stations were generally evenly divided in their allegiances, for every seasick DJ who gave high-rotation support to Syn there was another shoving Attack. The inevitable result was that sales were evenly divided, and neither got to nibble the chart.

The irony, again, is that the Attack’s ‘B’-side, Shirman’s “Colour Of My Mind”, is a fairly groovy Mod-psych tune which has since been strongly supported on psychedelic compilations, and – if the sides had been flipped, would have been quite capable of making it on its own. Winding-in with a distorted sitar sound, then guitar and organ braided into the texture of the sound, the surreal chain-of-thought hazy shading lyric inhales freely of the lysergic atmosphere with pseudo-profound ‘living is a habit, thrust upon mankind’. ‘My eyes are green and yellow’ he insists, ‘‘cos they’re the roving kind’, before fading into a pleasing cacophony.

This second high-profile failure could have been, and almost was, a major extinction event for Attack. Failure…? Well yes, in the sense that it did not crack the Top Ten, the Top Thirty, or even make it onto the lower rungs of the Top Fifty. Hence it didn’t reap the benefit of a ‘Top Of The Pops’ tie-in appearance to project them into the familiarity of every British front-room. But failure…? They were a name, even if only among the in-crowd. Up in Hull, far away from the hip action, I was well into the Attack. I read about them in the music press. I bought the records, and played them over and over again. Surely I could hardly have been exceptional in that? And such a level of familiarity hardly equates with failure. The Attack would remain a cult legend, as compilations of their back-catalogue were issued and reissued on LP and CD across decades.

So yes, it could have been a major extinction event for Attack, but instead it led to a frantic explosion of creativity. Over-caffeinated, fiercely energetic, led by a self-confessed ‘precocious little bugger telling them what to do’, there was a merry-go-round of line-up changes. Recently recruited bassist Kenny Harold and guitarist Geoff Richardson quit shortly after the disappointment of ‘Clive’, leaving John as lead guitarist. For Attack version-four Jim Avery – who later went on to the proto-Punk Third World War, was drafted in on bass, with Plug Davies – destined to join Welsh acid-rockers Man, still on drums. They came up with a projected next single – “Magic in the Air”, which Decca inexplicably turned down. Maybe they were losing confidence in their signing? Unwisely so as it turns out, because it could have been the one. It opens ear-catchingly with TV’s ‘Watch With Mother’ theme – an evocative cert for radio attention, before the effortlessly contagious nagging riff breaks in, in fits and starts, its harmonies shot with light, but deep, forming a cohesive whole. As he walks wide-eyed ‘the flowers turn their heads and bow as I pass by.’ What is causing this magical transfiguration – love, or chemicals? There’s a fade-out, then it fades back in again, almost painfully of the moment. Sixties Beat-Pop seldom came better. Whatever the Attack’s commercial omissions of the past, such sweet freakbeat more than compensates.

Yet this only led to further changes. Plug and Jim Avery left, replaced by Roger Deane (bass) and Keith Hodge (drums). The final single, released in early 1968, combines “Lady Orange Peel”, with its high ascending ‘Strange Brew’ ethereal refrain, heavy guitar solo, and tempo-change into the ‘come into my garden’ fast mid-section, with “Neville Thumbcatch”, a fruity Mod-pop tune with spoken narration, not dissimilar in places to the ‘atonal apples and amplified heat’ of Cream’s “Pressed Rat And Warthog”. Delivered tongue-in-cheek straight, it’s the cautionary tale of ‘a man of nature who forgot his birds and bees’, who spends so much time in his allotment, leaving his wife alone – ‘her only comfort was an alabaster gnome’, that she leaves him for George the milkman. She even takes their budgie called Mabel. Now Neville has no wife. But at least he has his window-box. As quirky as this précis suggests, with harpsichord-like keyboards and guitar-strum giving it something of an ‘Excerpt From A Teenage Opera’ quality, it inevitably flew under the chart radar.

And Decca’s deal with Attack expired, with a projected fifth 45rpm languished unreleased, “Freedom for You” c/w “Feel Like Flying” – with throbbing rhythm-track and stinging guitar break moving closer to the Move, and a flip driving full-on into tightly focused velvet dreams. Decca expressed an interest in retaining Attack as a Pop act. How about trying something lighter? Another novelty along the lines in ‘Clive’? But music was changing. Rock was being recalibrated. And Shirman and DuCann were more interested in furthering the heavier direction of their newer material. And now, freed of label and management interference, they did some of their best work. They’d already sweated out studio-time on an intended album project to be called ‘Roman Gods Of War’. But with both artwork and a clutch of tracks completed, in the confused circumstances of Attack’s uncertain status, the label fucked-up and recorded over the tapes even as the two parties, group and Decca were going through the process of divorce.

During the group’s final days, with DuCann becoming the dominant creative force, they produce the likes of the unreleased “Mr. Pinnodmy’s Dilemma” – pronounced ‘Pin-odd-me’, about a deaf-dumb-and-mute boy. Although he predates ‘Tommy’, this time there’s no pinball happy ending, ‘he felt just like a freak, when all the world is dead he would sit alone and cry’, with a guitar-break shaking the restraining walls of the very space-time continuum, and a neo-classical ‘ba-ba-baba’ chorus. Bad taste...? Maybe, but it’s a Who-powerful track. And the strongly percussive “Strange House” which shows the Attack foraging further into absurdist shots at acid-surrealism with ‘I was riding in the sky, and I saw this strange-looking land’. ‘Perhaps it’s just a funny dream’ he queries, ‘but to me it seemed so real’ as he sits in ‘a bed suspended in mid-air’ and the sinister flanging around ‘it was strange’ betrays a very English sense of mod-psych whimsy. ‘There wasn’t any chairs so I sat on the edge of a sink, I had tea in a clock and I ate a piece of green rock’ he insists, shoving the hallucinogenic weirdness-quotient over the brink. ‘I went up the stairs to the cellar, I went down the stairs to the attic’ until its inspired mélange of sounds fades like flickering stars pulsing in the impenetrable depths of some distant galaxy, or vice versa.

Yet, battered by the events that had happened to them, and the events that should have happened, but hadn’t, Attack finally admit defeat in late-1968, and go their own ways. By then, answering the regulation ‘Melody Maker’ classified ad, Alan Whitehead had joined Marmalade who successfully employed two of the tried-and-tested routes to making hits. In June 1968 their bland cover of the Grassroots US hit “Lovin’ Things” reached no.6, then they topped the charts in January 1969 with the Beatles’ cover “Ob La Di Ob La Da”. Meanwhile, Davy O’List’s career was also progressing alongside Keith Emerson in Nice – who scored a Top Thirty hit with “America” in July 1968. He subsequently went on into Roxy Music and Jet. And DuCann continued exploring a guitar-heavier direction with his subsequent group Andromeda – put together with the nucleus of Five Day Week Straw People musicians, from 1968 to 1970. And in truth, Andromeda deserve their own separate feature. Then he joined Atomic Rooster in the seventies.

While Richard Shirman, who’d been invited to sing with Andromeda, but declined, instead recorded a one-off Emidisc acetate of Jagger-Richard’s “Sympathy For The Devil”, which although he acquits himself well, seems like a fairly pointless exercise, but for the fact that the Stones’ original was only available on their ‘Beggars Banquet’ (1968) album. Perhaps there was a chance for a single’s cover? The ‘B’-side – Shirman’s own “Anything”, works even better, about living through time from childhood when ‘all that dying meant to me, was somewhere else to go’, into the future, when ‘there’ll be a man on the moon by 1975, will I read it in the news? Will I still be alive?’ As with his quote about the Attack taking ‘the Pop scene by storm in six months’, this prediction was also way out, Neil Armstrong alighted on the lunar Sea of Tranquility 20th July 1969. Not that it matters. The tracks would remain under wraps for a decade, and longer.

But what Attack had achieved would not be easily forgotten. As the archivist-collector’s obsession with all things sixties Mod and freak-beat grew, the Attack reputation came into the up-tick. Swinging London had become kitsch, and what could be more Swinging London than “Created By Clive”? There were ripples of vinyl bootlegs, compounded by the group’s inclusions on ‘Rubble’-style compilations. Then, among a raft of Attack CD’s, John DuCann’s 1990 association with Angel Air label’s John McCoy initiated a reissue programme, remastering and compiling the carefully-hoarded tapes of supposedly-lost final Attack sessions from John’s own collection. Both sides of Attack’s projected last single were salvaged, as well as seven group demos recorded around the same time. These were included as a bonus disc with a CD reissue of the rare 1968 album by Five Day Week Straw People. Opportunistically initiated by the budget Saga label, this was a spin-off studio-only outfit involving DuCann, and cut on a cheap Revox machine. The revival process also resulted in an Angel Air compilation of Attack’s post-Decca sides titled ‘Final Daze’, featuring more unreleased material. As well as the neat group career-summary that is ‘About Time’ (RPM, 2006), with sleeve-notes by Chris Welch, and track-by-track comments from Richard himself.

Richard inaugurated a new Attack in 1979, with Mickey Jones and Steve Waller (guitars), Al MacLean (bass) and Glen Le Fleur (drums). Then, two years after that, he founded another band Hershey and the Twelve Bars who released an album ironically titled ‘Greatest Hits Volume II’ (2000, A New Day Records, AND CD43). Diagnosed with multiple sclerosis in 1991, he enjoyed the renewed musical activity, and the revival of interest in Attack. To him, the story of Attack ‘is not a unique tale, but it does demonstrate the real power of music. After all, but for the music you wouldn’t have read a word of this, would you?’ Although it might not be one of those heavy conundrums that have teased the minds of thinkers across decades, that defining hit had consistently evaded them, but Attack got written into Rock history anyway. Reviewing their 1993 ‘Magic In The Air’ compilation LP, ‘New Musical Express’ said ‘the Attack were one of Britain’s finest garage bands and this salute to their memory is a must’. No argument there… Try it, yeah…


   


 ‘THE DEFINITIVE MOD-POP
COLLECTION’: THE ATTACK

Singles:

27th January 1967 – “Try It” (Joey Levine and Bellack) c/w “We Don’t Know” (Davy O’List and Richard Shirman) (Decca F12550) Original Attack line-up, Richard Shirman (vocals), Davy O’List (guitar and back-up vocals), Bob Hodges (organ), Gerry Henderson (bass), Alan ‘Noddy’ Whitehead (drums)

3rd March 1967 – “Hi Ho Silver Lining” (Scott English, Larry Weiss) c/w “Any More Than I Do” (O’List melody and Shirman lyrics) (Decca F12578) Produced by Mark Wildey for Withit Records. Second Attack line-up, with Barney Barnfield replacing Alan Whitehead (drums)

23rd June 1967 – “Created By Clive” (Hubert Pattison) c/w “Colour Of My Mind” (Geoff Richardon and Richard Shirman) (Decca F12631) with Geoff Richardson (guitar), Kenny Harold (bass), Plug Davies (drums)

late 1967 – “Magic In The Air” (aka ‘Watch With Mother’) (John DuCann) – unissued single with Richard Shirman (vocals), John DuCann (guitar), Geoff Richardson (guitar), Chris Allen (drums) and George Watt (organ)

12th January 1968 – “Lady Orange Peel” (Shirman) c/w “Neville Thumbcatch” (Vic Smith and Bain) (Decca F12575) Features Attack’s final line-up with Richard Shirman, John DuCann, Roger ‘Pincott’ Deane (bass) and Keith Hodge (drums)

March 1968 – “Freedom For You” (John DuCann) c/w “Feel Like Flying” (aka “Making It”) (John DuCann) – unissued single

Other Sessions:

June 1967 – Collectors Beware, a single “Washington Square” c/w “Please Phil Spector” (Philips BF 1585) issued as by the Attack USA was an American same-name group with no connection to the UK Attack

1st July 1967 ‘Saturday Club’ BBC Radio Session broadcast “Come On Up” (Felix Cavaliere) and “Created By Clive”

1969 – “Sympathy For The Devil” (Jagger and Richard) c/w “Anything” (Shirman) (acetate only recorded at RG Jones studio in Wimbledon, financed by Elektra) Len Tuckey plays guitar. He later joins the Suzie Quatro group, and marries her

21st November 2005 – “Created By Clive” c/w “Colour Of My Mind” (Acme ACF1019)

previously unreleased sessions January-March 1968: includes “Too Old” (John Du Cann), “Mr Pinnodmy’s Dilemma” (John DuCann), “Go Your Way” (John DuCann), “Strange House” (John DuCann)

Compilation Albums:

1990 ‘Magic In The Air’ (Reflection MM08, reissued in January 1993 as Aftermath AFT1001) with “Magic In The Air”, “Colour Of My Mind”, “Mr Pinnodmy’s Dilemma”, “Hi Ho Silver Lining”, “Freedom For You”, “Any More Than I Do”, “Strange House”, “Neville Thumbcatch”, “Feel Like Flying”, “Lady Orange Peel”, “Too Old”, “Go Your Way”, “Try It” (reviewed in ‘New Musical Express’ as ‘pure Carnaby Street Popadelic on a grand scale’)

1999 ‘Attack: Complete Recordings 1967-68’ (Acme ADLP1026, reissued 2005, Acme ACLN1005CD) with “Magic In The Air”, “Try It”, “Colour Of My Mind”, “Feel Like Flying”, “Lady Orange Peel”, “Freedom For You”, “Mr Pinnodmy’s Dilemma”, “Strange House”, “Any More Than I Do”, “Created By Clive”. “We Don’t Know”, “Hi Ho Silver Lining”, “Neville Thumbcatch”, “Too Old”, “Go Your Way”

2001 ‘Final Daze’ (Angel Air SJPCD080, and Get Back GET602 in Italy) with “Magic In The Air”, “Mr Pinnodmy’s Dilemma”, “Freedom For You”, “Strange House”, “Feel Like Flying”, “Too Old”, “Go Your Way”, plus previously unissued titled drawn from John DuCann’s personal collection of acetates, “You Know He Did” (sparse Beat-group sound), “The Rock Door” (‘Lucile’-based Rocker), “Now The Sun Shines” (slow Folky-style, ‘I was lower than the ground, feeling lonely, now I’ve found…’), “Sleep Like A Child” (tempo-change, ‘close your eyes, tomorrow when you rise…’), “Roll On” (catchy fast-harmony), “My Letters” (Beat-Boom style harmonies), “Earth Tremor” and “Spaced Out” (Heavy Rock instrumentals) plus “Magic In The Air” (unplugged), “Go Your Way” (Demo)

2002 ‘Five Day Week Straw People’ (Akarma AK218/2) 2-Disc set, first disc ‘Five Day Week Straw People’ (Saga FID2123 from 1968, Angel Air SJPCD059 in 2000) with “Does It Rain”, “Gold Digger”, “Sunday Morning” etc coordinated by Guy Mascalo and David Montague, with Mick Hawksworth (bass, vocals), Jack ‘McCulloch’ Collins (drums), John DuCann (guitar, vocals). The second disc is made up of Attack tracks “Magic In The Air”, “Mr Pinnodmy’s Dilemma”, “Freedom For You”, “Strange House”, “Feel Like Flying”, “Too Old”, “Go Your Way”, “Now The Sun Shines”, “Sleep Like A Child”

2006 ‘About Time’ (RPM BC317) also Bam Caruso KIRI121, with “Any More Than I Do”, “Feel Like Flying” aka “Making It’, “Created By Clive”, “Try It”, “Go Your Way” (lyrics by John DuCann), “Too Old”, “Colour Of My Mind”, “Lade Orange Peel’, “Sympathy For The Devil”, “Neville Thumbcatch”, “Strange House” (John DuCann, with Roger Deane and Keith Hodge), “Mr Pinnodny’s Dilemma”, “Freedom For You”, “Hi Ho Silver Lining”, “Magic In The Air” aka “Watch With Mother”, “Anything” (Shirman), “We Don’t Know”, plus two tracks from BBC Light Programme’s ‘Saturday Club’ “Created By Clive” and a cover of the US Young Rascal’s “Come On Up”. The radio show also featured the Bee Gees and Swinging Blue Jeans, with Lulu headlining

The Attack are also featured on compilations ‘The Clouds Have Groovy Faces’ (FORLP2906) with “Created By Clive” and “Neville Thumcatch”: ‘The Great British Psychedelic Box Volume 4’ (Acme ACMEBOX4) with “Created By Clive” and “Colour Of My Mind”: ‘The British Psychedelic Trip 1966-1969’ (SEELP66, 1992) with “Created By Clive”: ‘British Psychedelic Trip Volume 3’ (SEE86) with “Neville Thumbcatch’

Brooklyn-born Scott English who wrote “Hi Ho Silver Lining” (with Larry Weiss) had a UK no.12 hit with his own song “Brandy” (October 1971), which – as “Mandy”, topped the US charts for Barry Manilow. Scott also wrote “Bend Me, Shape Me”, a US hit for American Breed which was a UK hit for Amen Corner, and “Help Me Girl” for Eric Burdon And The Animals, also done by the Outsiders

Hubert Pattison – who wrote “Created By Clive”, also wrote’ “Move It Baby” recorded by Cliff Richard-alike Simon Scott and was revived in 1999 by Roy Loney And The Longshots (ex-Flamin’ Groovies), while “Hand Don’t Fit The Glove” was recorded by Terry Reid (on the 2000 expanded CD edition of ‘Bang Bang, You’re Terry Reid’). He also wrote “Everybody Knows” for Billie Davis (1964). Hubert Pattison’s own singles include “Bare-Back Ride” c/w “The Baby” (Pye 7N17207, November 1966) and “My Home’s In My Pocket” c/w “Saturday Morning Bride” (Fontana TF859, August 1967)

Attack’s producer Vic Smith, who was Decca engineer for their version of “Hi Ho Silver Lining”, wrote “Neville Thumbcatch” – later recorded by actor Peter Wyngarde. He also worked on Jam’s first album

VINTAGE SF BOOK REVIEW: DONALD A WOLLHEIM WRITING AS 'DAVID GRINNELL'



DONALD A WOLLHEIM:
BEYOND THE
EDGE OF TIME…

‘EDGE OF TIME’ by DAVID GRINNELL
(1958, Avalon Books, then paperback Ace Double, 1959)

‘They Had Created A Miniature Universe.
But Could They Control It?’

‘David Grinnell’ was Donald A Wollheim, the all-round SF-activist who donated his initials to found ‘DAW Books’. That he was also an inventively useful novelist is evident from this weird and unusual tale. And it explodes up from the opening line – ‘William Bassett had just returned to his tractor when the dinosaurs appeared’, before hurtling pell-mell into the breathless narrative. Bassett is a dirt-farmer ploughing his field in upstate New York. The dinosaurs, complete with their own slice of primeval jungle, have appeared in his back forty. Terrified, he races his tractor back towards the house with his plough gouging an untidy zigzag furrow all the way. But turning, the prehistoric vista has vanished. This is the latest in a series of bizarre visions seen in this remote rural area.

Very much like a fifties version of Mulder and Scully, Warren Alton and Marge McElroy are despatched to investigate these strange occurrences. Except that they’re a news team from national picture weekly ‘People’. And he’s a writer who’s at first shocked to discover that his designated photographer is female, after all ‘it was embarrassing to send a girl unescorted with him’. With his objections firmly slapped down he sullenly sets out with her in his three-year-old Dodge, on their way to the back of the beyond. And a strangeness that would tax even the comprehension of the two ‘X-Files’ agents.

Although largely known as a pioneering editor, anthologist, essayist and critic, New Yorker Donald Allen Wollheim (born 1 October 1914) sporadically contributed short fiction to the pulps following his early debut with “The Man From Ariel” in ‘Wonder Stories’ (January 1934). By the early fifties he’d already published a handful of series-novels as ‘Martin Pearson’, and a couple of others under his own name. There is also one earlier ‘David Grinnell’ novel – ‘Across Time’ (1957), about jealousy and revenge between two brothers, hook-lined ‘a quest in the year one-million’, a year earlier. Then came ‘Edge Of Time’ which was largely well-received by reviewers at the time, but has been subsequently overlooked, and largely forgotten. Its extravagantly wide-eyed sense-of-wonder scarcely accords with the more dour experimental trends that reconfigured the genre over the following years. But it still makes for a hugely enjoyable read, leaving a residue of teasing speculation.

Alton and McElroy chart a map of strange visions across the Appalachian Coningo County – flights of pterodactyls, mysterious cities in disappearing valleys, even sudden soundless eruptions where previously – and afterwards, there was no volcano. Plotting the hub of the events, they calculate their point of emanation to isolated Thunderhook, where, after a hair-raising pursuit up unmade mountain tracks they are captured and led into a secure installation. There are threats and bluffing, but eventually it is decided that their writerly credentials make the duo ideal for recruitment to the secret ‘Project Microcosm’, and they are given responsibility for documenting its progress. In this capacity, the scientific activity causing the region’s mysterious appearances is revealed to them.

Donald Wollheim called his exhaustive academic study of the SF-genre ‘The Universe Makers’ (1971), and that’s precisely what the scientists at Thunderhook have become. In a domed building adjacent to the main complex they have created a pocket galaxy, held in place by powerful atomic stabilisers. Using a cyclotron – a kind of progenitor of the Large Hadron Collider, beginning with the detonation of a primordial super-atom, ‘the achievement of bringing a particle of matter to infinite mass and infinite length at absolute zero was the creation of a thing which could not exist in our universe’, the resulting miniature bubble-cosmos has evolved through gravitational whorls into star systems and planets on which life-forms are in the process of evolving. Due to its relative size, time is accelerated within the contained realm, enabling the scientists to observe and analyse the entire sequence through an array of telescopes. It is sympathetic vibrations from here that have accidentally thrown up the odd visions seen by the baffled people of the surrounding countryside. Although, once Alton and McElroy are embedded within the establishment, all reference to these mirages ceases. Perhaps Dr Steiner’s attempts at ‘using additional magnetic blocks to channel them’ succeeds, or maybe they continue, in increasingly complex and scary ways. Either way, the reader is no longer privy to them.

And it’s not as though the microverse was exactly a new concept in SF. The discovery of the atomic structure, and the fact that its nucleus plus orbiting protons and neutrons resemble a miniature solar system, irresistibly enabled writers to take that similarity literally. With fiction involving various heroes shrunk down to visit the worlds within the elemental sub-particles of matter, experiencing the usual array of extravagant adventures, frequently involving beautiful princesses. Tales such as Ray Cummings’ enchanting “The Girl in The Golden Atom” (in ‘All-Story’ magazine, March 1919), Peyton Wertenbaker’s “The Man In The Atom” (‘Science And Invention’, August 1923), RF Starzl’s “Out Of The Sub-Universe” (‘Amazing Stories Quarterly’, Summer 1928) meeting inhabitants of the miniature worldlet Elektron, and Captain SP Meek’s “Submicroscopic” (‘Amazing Stories’, August 1931) adventuring in the sub-world of Ulm. Wollheim was an original ‘Futurian’, and as an avid student of SF history he was obviously aware of these fantastic tales. But his concept is significantly different in a number of ways. Not least as an early-adapter to the ‘Big Bang’ which was a theory by no means firmly established, and still fiercely contested within the astrophysics community (although he dates it to a mere ‘four-and-half billion years ago’, whereas modern science prefers 13.77-billion). His closely scrutinised contained experimental galaxy constitutes an original slant on the idea. And it is a single galaxy, a subjective hundred-thousand light-years across, not a universe.

Alton soon finds the history of the project fascinating, researching the formation of planetary systems, then the emergence of early life-forms that stumble through their various stages towards sentience. That, in itself, forms a masterclass in evolutionary biology. But what is even more intriguing is the potential for the miniaturised future within the pocket worlds. To enable closer scrutiny a means of hypnotically projecting members of the team down into the bodies of people within the microverse is devised. Relativistic time effects determine that subjective months can pass within the experiment as a matter of moments occur within the external world. Gaps of days between projections span thousands of years in the historical development of the tiny planets they visit.

As a teenager I first encountered this book as a second-hand 1966 Ace paperback, with the haunted green Kelly Freas jacket illuminating an eerie alien planetscape, and the sky-maid ‘Oracle’ reaching out to envelop the White Star. I was impressed. It had trace-elements of that vast mind-blowing immensity which acted as my litmus of good SF. And yes, my mind was blown. But this is a 1950’s novel. As such, it betrays 1950’s attitudes. Although in many ways Marge McElroy is an aspirational career-woman, full of ingenuity and respected for his skills as a photographer, she still insists on her hair and lipstick being right before she goes into a ‘projection’. Warren Alton has many of the hard-bitten attributes of a pulp hero, who also finds time to puff contemplatively on his pipe as he reflects on aspects of his mission. And, maybe as a hidden literary reference, one of the scientists is called ‘Dr Weidekind’. These characters gaze up at the night sky over Thunderhook with maturing respect, while never taking it that next logical step – is all of this, our universe, merely a bubble-microcosm in someone else’s yet vaster experiment? Even RF Starzl got there in 1928 speculating about ‘the constituents of the infra-universe beneath us and the super-universe above us are only links of a chain that stretches into infinity’.

Instead, there are Cold War elements too. One of the anticipated benefits of the project, justifying its funding, is that as the contained worlds achieve, and then ‘when these micro-civilisations surpass us’ by evolving beyond contemporary levels of science and technology, its advances and ‘super-inventions’ can be filched. ‘Not merely space flight, but star flight, the secrets of tapping cosmic energy, the secrets of harnessing sun-power direct, the architectural plans for redesigning planets, blueprints for manipulating gravity and the forces beyond gravity.’ The weaponisation applications will give the global power-balance a decisive kick. Hence there’s an espionage sub-plot with suspected infiltrations by a double-agent spy of a foreign nation. But beyond such contemporary preoccupations, there’s also the kind of consensus that earlier SF writers had painfully worked out about the pattern the future will assume. So far the Thunderhook crew have watched history unfold, across an array of basically humanoid species, through essentially similar stages, ‘savagery, nomadic society, agricultural communities, slave-keeping societies, medievalism, the rise of industry, electric and atomic energy’, war and revolution. Various competing confederations then merge into a single global unity. Projected into the future, the pattern continues. Planets seed colonies that grow into star-empires. Inevitably they encroach into each other’s spheres of influence, leading to space warfare, then reconciliation, and larger unified federations. Isaac Asimov and his ilk had already charted out such a future. As though there is a deterministic manifest destiny for the human race out among the stars. Wollheim generally accepts the rough contours of this future.

Much of the groundbreaking head-spinning novelty of all this has long since been ‘Star Trek’ked into a dull kind of Xbox conformity. Until such future-history has become merely another stock galactic-empire scenario for war-gaming and wedge-thick dynastic fantasy trilogies. For Wollheim it was still a little more than that. It was speculation about the nature of time and destiny. Albeit in a cheap fast-turnaround pulp-fictional sense. ‘Edge Of Time’ is not a great novel. Even among its genre contemporaries. But there is a real questioning at work. Although only days are passing in Thunderhook, like a time-traveller the projectionists dip in and out of time across centuries and thousands of years in short sharp vignettes – precise short stories that take place through the ages of galactic expansion. From the first Komarian space-shot to the Ice Moon where two astronauts from competing powers must cooperate, cannibalising each others wrecked crafts so that they can return home together. Then the first star-drive voyage, utilising cosmic-sails, to reach the savagely hostile neighbouring SSW19 system. The evacuation of extra-solar colony Morlna threatened by its sun going nova. Through to first contact with another expanding star-empire from another sector of the galaxy. Into the advanced utopian Galactic Congress and all-embrasive League of Planets. So what lies yet further ahead? Events, and expectations accelerate…

Wollheim knew nothing about the interaction of dark matter and dark energy. But he knew that the universe must end. And when his microverse reaches the limit of its expansion, it goes into its contraction phase. It’s hereabouts that things get a little blurry. As the galaxy within its artificial enclosure had gone through all the evolutionary stages of existence from cooling planets with the primal spores of igniting life, all the way up to sentience – ‘three-hundred million year compressed into one of our years’, so logically it would devolve over a further span of subjective billions of years before condensing down to its eventual entropic heat-death. In that way ‘we shall see what will happen when our own system grows old, when our own sun cools, and when our own galaxy comes eventually to old age and to some sort of cosmic death’. We, in the real universe, all live quite comfortably with that knowledge. While Science Fiction writers, from HG Wells’ ‘Time Traveller’ on, through Olaf Stapledon, William Hope Hodgson, John Campbell (as ‘Don A Stuart’ with “Twilight”, in ‘Astounding’, November 1934), to contemporary writers such as Stephen Baxter, have all strained at the limits of imagination to envisage that strange and distant end. But it could be argued that Wollheim ducks that mind-stretching challenge. As soon as the inhabitants of his miniature galaxy detect evidence of its tilt into contraction, they panic. With the personnel of Thunderhook, intermittently visiting the realm across centuries, documenting the process.

Although initially glimpsed only as the eternal ‘Oracle Of The White Star’, Marge now asserts her presence in a very positive way, using her time within projections to influence events. As things move towards a climax both internally and externally, the mysterious agents of the foreign power launch their attack on Thunderhook. And taking advantage of the ensuing confusion Marge releases the dampening field around the micro-galaxy, enabling its micronaut exodus-fleet of world-ships, constructed over generations by stripping entire planets for materials and consuming stars as energy-sources, to burst free and escape into the infinite real universe. Our universe. Perhaps this is a cop-out? A way of resolving the plot’s internal conflicts and bringing it all to a satisfactory close? It’s only a genre novel, after all. Perhaps to ask more would be unreasonable? There’s even a romantic resolution as Warren Alton looks at Marge McElroy with new respect, and growing love. Not only ‘an eternal priestess with miraculous insight’ but ‘the sweet smiling face of a young girl, vibrant with youth, whose eyes had witnessed glory even as had his’. They kiss in the closing line.

Wollheim died 2 November 1990. By then ‘Edge Of Time’ was overlooked and largely forgotten. Or perhaps not, not completely. In ‘The Simpsons Treehouse Of Horror VII’ (Season: 8 Episode: 1, October 1996) there’s a quaint little sequence called ‘The Genesis Tub’ in which Lisa’s school science project accidentally produces a rapidly-evolving miniature civilisation in a glass retort, in which through shrinking herself down she’s able to participate as a god-figure. Whether that’s coincidence, or if creator Matt Groening or writer Dan Greaney drew directly from this novel, is open to conjecture. Meanwhile Wollheim’s legacy was being reactivated elsewhere. His story “Mimic” (from ‘Astonishing Stories’ December 1942) was transfigured into a high-grossing shock-horror cockroach-crawling movie by director Guillermo del Toro around the same time (1997).

As it is, ‘Edge Of Time’ still makes for a hugely enjoyable read, leaving a residue of teasing speculation.

Tuesday, 29 January 2013

POEM: 'I WILL BE YOUR ARMALITE'



I WILL BE
YOUR ARMALITE /
CHYMICAL NUPTIALS

“When a bullet is fired from an Armalite AR15 rifle
it travels 3,285 feet a second, at a third of a mile
it will pierce both sides of a steel helmet
and leave a hole the size of a fist
in a man’s head”
              (‘The Observer’ August 1975)


I will be your Armalite
flesh tearing, life devouring.
Stalking midnight Belfast alleys
where burning-bus barricades
fill concrete canyons of urban
fly-overs with arabesques of flame.
Crimson gnawing at sky,
at streets, at rooftops,
reflected in lenses,
in shattered glass, in pools of blood,
in faces gauging patterns of light and shade.
I will be your Armalite
firm at your shoulder recoil-absorbing,
growing hot and trembling
beneath the caress of your fingers,
opening to you, accepting each
magazine clip pregnant with death.
Cradle me with your need,
feed me with your thirst
and I will destroy for you,
death-pouring, fear-spawning,
white-flame spitting,
splitting shadows,
splitting silence,
splitting bone.
Armalite tearing, Armalite maiming,
Armalite devouring clean baptisms of flame,
purging cities in the white-heat of vengeance,
chanting litanies in terse bursts
of cyclic angry precision.
I will be your Armalite.
I will be your Armalite.



Published in:
‘UGLY DUCKLING no.8’ (UK – November 1977)
‘HARD LINES’ anthology Faber & Faber (UK – January 1983)
also in collection:
‘SUBVERSIVE ART AT POPULAR PRICES’
(Purple Heather Publications) (UK – January 1988)
on cassette:
‘DREAMS OF REALITY: BROKEN SKULL TALES’
(UK – C60 – September 1981)
and used as part of a theatrical presentation by
Northern Ireland Schools Education Authority (1984)