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More Oar

A Tribute to the

Alexander 'Skip' Spence Album

(Jericho CD)

 

If you're unfamiliar with the recording entitled 'Oar' by the late Alexander 'Skip Spence, formerly of Jefferson Airplane and Moby Grape, Sundazed Records have seen fit to reissue the original Columbia LP material from 1969 on CD with ten extra tracks. Suffice to say there has not, in my not especially humble opinion, been a finer compact disc release thus far. All of you who do not possess it should firstly remedy that basic error of judgement and then buy this CD as well, for three reasons. Firstly, proceeds from sales go direct to the Spence family; it may be that Skip's hospital bills have not yet been met in full. (He died on April 16th this year of pneumonia with added complications, having lived in residential care houses and other state institutions for most of the past twenty years.) Secondly, 'More Oar' is a fitting tribute to the man and his music and a fine recording in its own right. Here's why.

(N.B. I had originally planned to embark upon a side-by-side dual review of the two records for the benefit of the utterly uninitiated but abandoned this project before it even got off the ground on the grounds that it would take too long; there was the fear that I'd end up selling both records short. Instead I'm content merely to allude intermittently as to what extent each cover version attempts to emulate/deconstruct/ignore the original song, thereby assuming, rightly or wrongly, a passing familiarity with the original on the part of you, the reader. Now read on.)

Robert Plant, a longtime admirer of Spence and 'Oar', kicks off proceedings with his version of 'Little Hands', resplendent with vibes, string bass and acoustic guitar. The vocal is thoughtful, emotive and understated, as is the arrangement. Did I really write that? Robert Plant is one of my least favourite singers ever, yet this is a fine version. Reputedly Plant was instrumental in this release's inception and in the Spence family receiving royalties from it; he and Skip were photographed together for 'Rolling Stone'.

It's official; he is 'all right in my book'. Another member of the (comparatively) 'old guard', Tom Waits, offers a rousing solo version of 'Books Of Moses', acoustic guitar and maracas backing up a ferocious Old Testament prophet type vocal. Lovely dry sound complements a basic yet well considered arrangement. Again, I never had much time for Tom Waits before, but this'll do nicely. But of the elder statesmen's' offerings, the high point is surely the Durocs' gorgeous transmogrification of 'Margaret - Tiger Rug', replete as it is with calliope-like sounds, trombone, music boxes and cheesy jazz drumming. I'm assuming the Ron Nagle who constitutes 50% of this combo is the same gent who fronted the Mystery Trend back in the Summer of Haight. (Answers on a postcard, please.) Whatever, this is a fabulous reworking; I really think Skippy would have appreciated this one.

It's a fitting tribute to the stylistic breadth of the original LP that 'More Oar' runs such a large gamut of musical styles. Engine 54, whoever they are, contribute a slack and frothy reggae version of 'It's The Best Thing For You' that seems totally appropriate somehow. Again, I suspect this would have put a big smile on the composer's face. Greg Dulli gives 'Dixie Peach Promenade' a poppier slant to good if unenterprising effect whilst Beck does what Beck does to 'Halo Of Gold', spraying keyboard samples and squidgy fuzz bass all over the shop. Jury's still out on Beck in general for me, but mustard's cut here. As 'tis by Alejandro Escovedo, whoever he is (yawn) whose version of 'Diana' boasts a gorgeous sickly tremolo guitar and great strings. The Ophelias growl their way through a slapstick 'Lawrence Of Euphoria' and Mudhoney's sardonic primeval take on 'War In Peace' takes on extra potency with repeated plays; their incorporation of Jack Bruce's infamous seven note motif that is 'Sunshine Of Your Love' as per Skip towards the end made me laugh out loud. On the more, um, er, psychedelic' side of things, the Minus 5 with Peter Buck's version of 'Doodle' (aka 'Giving Up Things) is pleasantly trippy if somewhat inconsequential, but both Bristol's Flying Saucer Attack and New Zealand's Alistair Galbraith deliver more than adequately with ethereal yet substantial renditions of ' Grey/Afro' and ' This Time He Has Come' respectively, in each case evoking the cosmic frailty of the original version.

The remaining tracks tend to take more of a lead from the versions they cover than elsewhere; perhaps this is the reason that, on the whole, they work less well to these ears. Perhaps it isn't. However, the potency of the vocal performances of both Jay Farrar on 'Weighted Down' and Mark Lanegan on 'Cripple Creek' cannot be denied; the backing still adds little to the original in each case for me. Ditto Outrageous Cherry's take on 'Keep Everything Under Your Hat', though like the aforementioned brace it stands up as a good performance of a great song; nothing more though, there's the rub. Taking source as blueprint works far more effectively in the case of Diesel Park West with their beautiful rendering of 'All Come To Meet Her', dripping with heart and soul and resplendent with chiming dual guitars reminiscent of the Grape themselves. Which leaves just Robyn Hitchcock and his take on 'Broken Heart'. Performed solo, probably live in the studio, he uses a lovely open guitar tuning and sings in that funny voice of his. The deadpan delivery of those wonderful lyrics in a nasal Cambridge drawl throws me every time. As with Beck though, on balance justice is done.

All in all a great disc that stands up on its own merits without a duff track to its name. The strengths of the original songs are consistently re-emphasized regardless of the nature of the cover; surely the bottom-line when determining the value of a 'tribute' record such as this. I can't emphasize strongly enough how much you need the original 'Oar' if you don't already have it, and not just for comparative purposes with regard to the matter at hand here. Just go out and buy them both. Oh, and I hadn't forgotten; the third reason why 'More Oar' is worthy of your attention and purchase is the inclusion of one track as yet unmentioned here. Almost ten minutes after the Minus 5 fade out, a throaty chuckle breaks through the ether and suddenly swirling spinning guitars, a double-edged sword of a bass guitar and sensuous tablas erupt through the speakers. The icing on the cake is a mysterious guttural spoken bass-baritone vocal. And wouldn't you just know it - it's the lad himself, aided and abetted by his old mucker from the Airplane Jack Casady on the aforementioned bass, with what was presumably his final studio effort, recorded in 1994 and submitted for consideration for "Songs In The Key Of X", the soundtrack to the X-Files motion picture, but not included. Without wishing any disrespect to the artists and their efforts previously chronicled here, "Land Of The Sun" effortlessly eclipses all that went before it; a miasmic mantra of sound that looms ominously, hanging in the air like some hovering bird of prey for three or four minutes, then fades, is gone. "Here…in the land of the sun/All my work…is done" intones Alexander Lee 'Skip' Spence, an eerie epitaph for one of the great free spirits of our time. His music lives on among us forever.

If 'More Oar's existence helps to introduce even a handful of folk to its wonders, then its conception will have been more than justified.

Jake Nagle

 

VARIOUS ARTISTS

Songs From An Attic

(Keyhole Records)

What have we here? Three songs each from three artists not known at this address. Soon remedied, I suspect; all these folk have something to offer. Migala are from Spain (Madrid, I think) and sound like, um, er, I dunno. Yes I do, like loads of things (Velvet Underground, Ash Ra Tempel, Giant Sand, and Felt to these ears at least) but at the same time like no one. What higher recommendation could there be? Beautiful guitars, conventional and atonal, spacious percussion, subtle use of electronics, smoky understated vocals and an surreal ambience that evokes the unique cinema of Alejandro Jodorowsky, especially the superb opener 'A Fistful…' (If none of that impresses you, one of Belle & Sebastian says they're his faves at present. That should do the trick.) Watch this space for more on this fascinating group. Greg Weeks is most assuredly a singer-songwriter, a fine guitarist and singer obviously influenced by Nick Drake, which isn't a crime in itself but a little Nick Drake can be a dangerous thing and Greg is thankfully aware of this. I'm a little unclear as to which track it is, but there's an instrumental that features guitar, electric piano and what sounds like ye olde authentic Mellotron (if it's a sample it's the best I've heard, capturing that forced wheezing tone perfectly) that points perhaps to an alternative avenue that he might profitably explore in future. He comes recommended generally for singer-songwriter buffs. Tinsel are another matter. Acoustic guitar, atonal percussives, electronics and a general aura of something nasty in the woodshed pervade their tracks, which also feature barbed and bizarre lyrics delivered deadpan and offhand by one Michael Hopkins. 'The sink' tells a gory tale of something or other and concludes with Hopkins revealing he is now 'p*ssing in your sink'. Oh, charming. 'Teeth' is a similarly twisted tale of loathing and misery and just as compelling in its way. Fitting that such a strange sound should find its way onto what is as odd a collection of recorded sound as I've come across of late.

Jake Nagle

 

THE KINKS

Muswell Hillbillies

(Konk/Velvel CD)

 

If you thought the Kinks were finished by the time this was originally released in 1971, think again. Beneath the 'sloppy' 'good-time' feel of this record lurks some of the most incisive and heartfelt songwriting of Ray Davies' career. He finally realised that songs about 'olde England' and what a cad The Man is weren't enough any more and it was time to move on. This is the result of that overdue initiative.

The Davies brothers recalled the London pub of their youth where "the worst country and western band in the world" held residency. Aspects of this combo's sound (boozy brass, virtually inaudible vocals) were conjured up with attention to detail. Prevalent rock trends were eschewed in favour of the blues and country music they were weaned on. Subject matter was a typical Davies 'non-concept' in that the original theme of London families being moved from their homes after the war and relocated to Muswell Hill was abandoned, although thematically the LP remained a linked entity. As so often with The Kinks, what you saw wasn't necessarily what you got.

The opening "20th. Century Man" remains one of Davies' most profound manic-depressive compositions; the mock-folk middle eight in particular is a sublime moment. It's also the most up-tempo track, the rhythm section driving impeccably to the end with Davies screaming unadulterated hatred. From then it's all about understatement. Both "Acute Schizophrenia Paranoia Blues" and "Holiday" use apparent discrepancy between the dark subject matter and almost shambolic arrangements to fine effect; the power of the songs is superbly judged. This approach is fully realised in "Complicated Life" which contains the wondrous line "life is over-rated". Never were Ray Davies' lyrics better than when he was both honest and over the top.

Beverages form subject matter for two numbers; "Alcohol" captures the requisite degree of pathos and whistleability and has cracking lyrics. "Have A Cuppa Tea" is far superior to Dylan's "One More Cup Of Coffee For The Road" yet pales slightly beside Henry 'The Hipster' Gibson's "Who Put The Benzedrine In Mrs. Murphy's Ovaltine". That's the best way I can think of to describe it. Both "Uncle Son" and "Holloway Jail" sail close to the prevailing Davies wind of sentimentality without a redeeming melody, but "Oklahoma USA" is gorgeous and for once lyrical colours are nailed to the mast.

"All life we work but work is a bore/If life's for living what's living for" represents direct expression of his feelings too seldom found in his career.

Of the two 'bonus' tracks, "Mountain Woman" rocks pleasantly but is otherwise Davies-by-numbers whereas "Kentucky Moon" is a hilarious drunken minor masterpiece to rival "Berkeley Mews". Davies' amusement at his fascination with Americana (and that of his contemporaries) is perfectly expressed by the priceless couplet "Route 66 to me/

Is still a mystery". Remastering was efficient, lyrics and sleevenotes are included. The perceptive listener will doubtless be aware of the colossal contributions by those two perennially unaccredited Kinks, David Davies and Michael Avory. Overall, "Muswell Hillbillies" stands as a fine achievement; a collection of well-rounded, thoughtful and memorable songs that benefited from a production approach that was sympathetic to the Davies vision before the whole business started going off the rails. Essential for Kinks fans; recommended for anyone else with the requisite ears and brain.

Jake Nagle

 

JOHN WESLEY HARDING

Trad, arr. Jones

(Zero Hour CD)

 

Before this review, I'd never heard of either John Wesley Harding or Nic Jones. I've still to hear the latter, but this CD has convinced me I want to, which surely means it's succeeded in one of it primary aims already. Nic Jones, for those of you like me in ignorance, was one of the rising stars of the UK folk scene in the last 20 years until a car accident in the early 80s resulted in his not having played in public since. John Wesley Harding, who I suppose I should have heard of, has recorded this CD of traditional folk songs using Jones' arrangements as his template. Employing a guitar and vocal style that owes perhaps more to Billy Bragg than Martin Carthy, Harding covers such songs as 'Little Musgrave', and 'The Bonny Bunch Of Roses' with a panache that borders at times on the naïve, though that's not meant adversely; I'm no connoisseur of traditional folk music and know no better, you might say, but for me he brings a freshness to the material perhaps lacking in more skilled and experienced interpreters of the genre. Some of the other songs, such as 'William and Nancy's Parting' and 'The Flandyke Shore', are utterly new to me, yet none the less enthralling for that. Arrangements are kept simple yet never less than evocative and effective as Harding duets with multi-instrumentalist Robert Lloyd for the main part throughout, and the recording is aptly clear and illustrative. I'd be interested to hear John Wesley Harding perform his own songs and just as interested, if not more so in fact, to hear Nic Jones' original recordings. As for this record itself, it comes strongly recommended to non-purist fans of UK traditional folk music.

Jake Nagle