Angela Simpson– "Angela" (Spectrum Records – SPEC 5001) 1971

Hey...let's take a short break from Electro Compilations and stray onto the controversial turf of who was the first Rapper person?

Not quite Old School, more like Pre-School Rap, where six year old Angela Simpson out does Roxanne by 8 years to be the youngest Rapper on the block. 

This ain't no Rap I hear you cry,even though there's a track actually called 'Rapping' .....so stuff that in yer pipe and smoke it. Proto-Rap is the category I've crowbared this into.

Who invented 'Rap'anyway? The word is certainly Afro-american, but Ian Dury was a crippled Cockney white-man,and John Cooper Clarke was similar,but Mancunians both, appearing a couple of years before The Sugarhill Gang, and Issac Hayes did some Rap's on the "Black Moses" LP,although they were more of a croon than Rap as we know it. The Last Poets get the prize for inventing Hip-Hop culture,them and Gil Scott Heron I reckon? Big Youth, Prince Far-I, Mark E. Smith....Hell..I dunno what I'm rapping on about really,but I have noticed that it usually takes several individuals to come up with the necessary pieces of the Jigsaw Dunnit!?.....personally....and NO! it wasn't Debbie Harry either!

Anyhow,there's one person who definitely didn't come up with Rap music, and that's Angela Simpson, I'll tell yer That!

Tracklist: 

A1 Angela Simpson– Give The Children A Chance 0:55
A2 Angela Simpson– Little Children Pt. I 2:45
A3 Angela Simpson– Little Children Pt. II 2:45
A4 Angela Simpson– Lenox Ave. 3:15
A5 R. Brown– I Just Want To Be 3:42
B1 Angela Simpson– Rapping 5:00
B2 Angela Simpson– Love Thy Neighbor 4:00
B3 Lily Fields– M-L-K 6:45
B4 R. Brown– Bellwoods Trinity Park 3:12

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Jandek – "Tilburg Saturday" (Corwood Industries – CORWOOD 0860) 2022

Oh Shit! Jandek on piano warning!!!!!

As recorded in a Dutch recording Studio,with audience of eager applaudees, in Holland, the Netherlands,in somewhere called Tilburg,which, obviously ,is in the Netherlands.

He may not pass for an Irishman(he does),but if someone told me he was Dutch I'd say absolutely Dutch,... deeply Dutch.

Thankfully, its not just solo Piano tinkling, the man does his lo-fi improv poetry atop the bloody awful piano shit. Not kidding, but i reckon he should stick to the poetry a lot more.That stuff can empty any room of any normals, and leave only the kind of people we can get along with, pretentious art posers excepted....bastards!

This is also recorded in 2009,the most prolific year in Jandeks entire recorded life. So,did he die in 2009? It looks like it!?....are there any pictures of The Representative walking barefoot anywhere? Is he actually Paul McCartney? Probably not...its the voice, and probably the total lack of melody in his entire canon.

Yeah, he's dead alright, but don't think that's the end of jandek. There's a massive vault of jandek improv's that will take us clear into the next century. This guy is immortal.

Tracklist:

1 The Evening Starts 10:32
2 Like A Dot 6:05
3 Altar Of Chance 7:12
4 Flying Past Mountains 6:43
5 Outside Of Me 6:10
6 Dance The Trance 7:07
7 Reluctant Aversion 7:03
8 Shadows Of The Stars 11:29

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Edward Barton – "Here Is My Spoon" (Wooden Records – WOOD 10) 1990

 

Edward Barton looks and sounds like an artist,he may even be an Actor,for he once resembled a Drama student,or a member of Furniture (UK arty one hit wonders)...but we'll settle for 'poet'!?

Young Edward, first came to our attention attacking his acoustic guitar while writhing on the floor and screaming about his Mini on the exceedingly awful and sickeningly Hip early evening pop magazine programe ,"The Tube".The vile creature that spawned Jools Holland in his mission to make music as bland and pointless as yer Aunties cakes.A raison d'etre that this boogie woogie terrorist embraced with all the efficiency of a death camp Kommandant and the spiteful enthusiasm of his uncaged wife.

Inexplicably,YouTube has no footage of Barton's first appearance, but luckily there is a performance of his debut single,"I've Got No Chicken But I've Got Five Wooden Chairs".

Edward embraced this fifteen minutes of fame eagerly,and made it last about twelve minutes before spending the next thirty years in artsy obscurity.

His other three minutes of fame belong to the unaccompanied vocal Hit single Edward penned,With girlfriend, Jane, "It's a Fine Day", which was one of those rare 'Good' singles that hit the top ten in several countries.Other versions exist,including one by bloody Orbital!?

His songs,"It's a Fine day" excepted, have all the requisites that make Jandek's works so provocative,except I rather suspect that our Edward has the sense of Humour that The Corwood representative so patently lacks....which of course, makes it Funny.

Eddie's songs are funny too,but he actually intends this....so,he is an Artist after all, yes?

Alas, as a lifelong Mini owner,I thoroughly approve of Edward Barton. 

Tracklist:

1 Listen To Edward
2 Knob Gob
3 Sorry Dog
4 What Shall We Do Today?
5 Everyday I Try To Find The Man Who Killed My Brother
6 Barber Barber
7 Violence
8 In Dreams I Drive
9 King Of A Flat Country
10 Dear Dad
11 I've Got No Chicken But I've Got Five Wooden Chairs
12 Shover
13 Thin And Pale
14 I've Got No Chicken But I've Got Five Wooden Chairs
15 I Am A Mother
16 Two Cows
17 Me and my Mini (Bonus Track)

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Various Artists – "Voice Of The Wolf" (Gump – GUMP 7) 1975

As mentioned by fountain of all knowledge prog, Ian......sorry, no other form of identification is available or needed.,as if in a biblical tense therein.

It has been rightly pointed out,in the comments section that the Swedish groups that tagged along with the Rock In Opposition lot were actually part of their own scene.Manifesting itself around the time that ABBA won the Eurovision Song Contest; called "The Movement" or the much more specific "Progg" ,with two gee's.

The "Progg" "Movement" encompassed many different musical genres from Sound Poetry to Avant Prog
The political progg movement,mainly self-righteous communism with music, culminated around the 1975 Eurovision Song Contest, which was held in Stockholm after ABBAs victory in Brighton the year before. It was expressed that "music can't be a contest",everyone is equal kinds stuff, and an "alternative festival",rather like the Rock In opposition festival a couple of years later, was held in protest.

In theory 'Samla Mammas Manna' might well be the only group to have played both?.Due to this debate,and part 2 of the eurovision trivia trail, Sweden did not participate in the 1976 Eurovision Song Contest,rather surprisingly....leaving the door open for The Brotherhood of Man to claim the top prize with the dreadful "Save Your Kisses For Me",and that little dance they did while we screamed in unfathomable pain!

It was as if these awful townie torturers were dancing at the impending death throes of the Progg movement that they, and many others,including myself,never knew existed.But, by the time Abba were divorcing each other,Progg killed itself in a sea of pinko posturing and the Swedish predilection towards hard rock and punk rock,being one of the few places that the Pistols actually played in.

The book of Ian, also mentioned an impossibly rare Swedish human called Carsten Regild....who had an impossibly rare single released on Gump Records i am told;but, No i don't have it, but this funny fella Carsten Regilid appears a couple of times on this Progg compilation from the year of ABBA's arrival...there is no suggestion that any member of ABBA was in a Progg band,as far as I an aware.

Carsten's contributions err more on the side of Sound Poetry,with an ironic early Rock leaning.This guy is Kerrrazzzy!

Most of my knowledge of Sweden during this mixed up epoch is of the Tone Poem, Sound Poetry,tape collage scene which was, and still is firmly sellotaped to their cultural identity. The Great Sten Hansen is the sound engineer on this to the mysterious Carsten Regilid's role as Producer.....as well as being valuable contributors.

So don't expect any lost Gentle Giant copyist numbers on here...these guys are really nutz!...but that's how we like it innit?

(*wolfie Smith : much loved joke commie character on UK Tv in the 1970's)

Tracklist:

1 Bengt Nordström– Natural Music 2:36
2 Pugh Rogefeldt– I En Annan Värld 2:26
3 Åke Hodell– Ur Mr. Smith In Rhodesia 3:29
4 Happy Cousins, Rolf Börjlind And Carsten Regild– Nya Tider - Nya Änglar 2:00
5 Sten Hanson– How Are You 1:59
6 Sergeant Honolulu Dubble Fucking Five, Hans Tiberg, Rolf Börjlind, Rolf Heyman, Lars Göran Reijner– Juanita 0:48
7 Leo Nilson– Päls 0:23
8 Carsten Regild– Home To My Baby 1:33
9 Joakim Skogsberg– Offer-Rota 1:26
10 Carsten Regild– Typografi 2:25
11 Sten Bergman– Sorti 2:27
12 J.O. Mallander– Extended Play 2:15
13.Hans Anton Knall– Merde 23:35

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Algebra Suicide – "Big Skin" (Buzzerama Records) 1986

From the Sahara desert to the urban deserts of the USA we stoop to the default setting of spoken word synth punk duo's, and Algebra Suicide, from the windy city of Chicago.

Award winning ,it says here, high brow minimal synth duo with humble beginnings during the american cassette underground peak years.I say'High Brow' because they dangerously flirt with the word 'poetry',primarily because talking over an electronic backing is easier than singing,or even finding a singer to deliver your deadpan wordy litanies to the rigid beats of a drum machine.

There is a suggestion of a John Cooper Clarke and The Invisible Girls influence in some of the tunes and the inevitable sprinkling of Girono Poetry Systems. The words are suitably dark enough to gain one's attention and may or may not hint, at a sense of humour. 

The deadpan poets society.

Tracklist:

A1 After Charles 2:23
A2 Seasonal Zombies 3:00
A3 Little Dead Body Poem 4:45
A4 Proverbial Explanation For Why No Action Is Taken 2:28
A5 After Rilke 2:15
A6 No War Bride 1:25
A7 Tractor Pull 2:20
B1 Sub Rosa 1:40
B2 Horizon 2:40
B3 Amusing One's Self 2:15
B4 Seven Song 6:50
B5 Please Respect Our Decadence 2:15
B6 Alphabet Song 3:05

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Ted Chippington – "Walking Down The Road (A History Of Ted Chippington)" (Big Print – WELLx3) 2007

"I was walking down the road the other day, mate of mine pulled up, in his car,and he said, "I'm in a dilemma mate" and I said, 'Aye, good motors, Dilemmas. I was thinking of buying one myself. A red one perhaps?"

A box set...you heard... A BOX SET!?.. of the Anti-Comedian's Anti-Comedian,Ted Chippington. Whose act consisted of but one joke,which invariably began with "I was walking down the Road...", a wanton act of minimalism intended to wind up the less savvy members of the audience, which for the most part were there mainly for whatever indie band he was usually supporting.He only had one joke, but a lot of the crowd never got it.Even realising that he was being deliberately Bad missed the point.The 'joke' was subtle in it's unsubtlety ,dare I say,even sophisticated?

Many were so offended by his inability to locate their funny bones that they threatened to break Chippington's. But for the cognoscenti who took him to their heart, that was precisely Chippington's appeal.
Word spread. The cult grew. Yet as fame, fortune and the big time beckoned, Chippington retreated from the stage.Especially after his notorious appearance on daytime TV,on the execrably awful Pebble Mill at One;which stands as a living example of why alternative culture should never be in the same room as the mainstream (I too flirted with an invitation to appear on Pebble Mill with my 'crazy' sculptures.....we turned it down...would have been on with Zola Budd,the bare footed athlete Lol!). He had, in his own words, become "too popular". Choosing, instead, to opt out;after the Vindaloo Records tour of the USA,he stayed and found work driving trucks along America's Pacific Highway, before returning to a life of peaceful, uneventful obscurity in the West Country.

Nowadays, he's back,and currently touring the UK as support for The Nightingales again!?

"I was walking down the road the other day, when this chap said to me.An Hippie chap like: "D'you want some LSD man?" I said: "No thanks mate, we've gone decimalised now. Pounds, shillings, pence - no use to me any more."

Tracklist:

Good Evening To All Mankind
1-1 Improvisation 0:06
1-2 Good Evening To All Mankind 18:21
1-3 Monthly Return To Cornwall 53:42

The Human Being Years
2-1 Salisbury 3:10
2-2 Southampton 12:30
2-3 London 5:43
2-4 Preston 6:33
2-5 Stonehenge 7:21
2-6 Non Stop Party Hits Of The 50's 60's & 70's Side 1 6:41
2-7 Non Stop Party Hits Of The 50's 60's & 70's Side 2 7:12
2-8 Liverpool 11:38

The Big Time
3-1 Man In A Suitcase Side 1 21:38
3-2 Man In A Suitcase Side 2 24:41
3-3 Times Gone By 3:59
3-4 Drivin' Down The Road 1:58
3-5 Remember It Well 12:34
3-6 Weirdness 5:58
The Real Truth About Trucking

4-1 Call Me Rockin' 1:28
4-2 The Real Truth About Trucking Sides 1 & 2 40:04
4-3 The Wanderer 2:45
4-4 The Xmas Hit/Tesco 19:50
4-5 Pull Up 5:14

I Was walking DOWN the LOAD HERE!

Frank Sidebottom – "13:9:88" (In Tape – IT SIXTY) 1988

 

There ain't many demented children's entertainers who do cover versions of The Fall and Captain Beefheart,in fact you can count them on one extended middle finger.

Of course Frank Sidebottom is that entertainer;just one in a lengthy line of 'hip' northern English and Scottish muscians (He's Chris Sievey of the Freshies to repeat myself) who also moonlighted more successfully as comedians.

The art of marrying comedic song and dance with music is largely not to be recommended, but up north one has to have a sense of humour,especially if you live in somewhere like Rochdale in the 1980's. Even Mark E. Smith could have easily been a comedian;i had visions of him becoming the new Les Dawson later in life,but unfortunately he never made it too far past 60.

And of course let's not forget this is where Mrs Merton, aka Mrs Peter Hook of Joy Division (Caroline Aherne) got her big break.Going on to do the Award Winning "Mrs Merton Show",and The Award winning "Royal Family".....before succumbing to the rather less funny reality of cancer.

Nearly all of the above are dead!?

Bloody 'ell, they're dropping like bloody fly's!?

Tracklist:

A1 On The Train
A2 Blackpool Fool
A3 Tickets Please
A4 To The Beach
A5 Hit The North
A6 Hit The Arcades
A7 Hit Dick Turpin
A8 Frank Checks Into Auntie Edie's
A9 Mrs. Taylor
A10 Room With A View?
A11 Phone Conversation
A12 Off To The Funfair
A13 Mirror Man/Mirror Puppet
A14 Gimme Dat Harp, Little Frank
A15 Frank Hires A Boat
B1 Frank's Luxury Bachelor Penthouse Pad
B2 Debbie Greenwood
B3 Mrs. Merton
B4 Late Night Problems
B5 Me Great Big Floor Scrapbook
B6 Golden Mile
B7 Breakfast At Edie's
B8 Car And Punchline Trouble
B9 Go Away
B10 M.A.T.B.W.M.T.D.B. (Acts 1 & 2)
B11 Back At Edie's
B12 Gipsy Rose Sidebottom
B13 Very Very Big Special Case

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Frank Sidebottom – "5:9:88" (In Tape – ITC 058)

If there's such a thing as someone who isn't a Frank Sidebottom fan out there!?????....incomprehensible I know.....then you've probably had enough of this adenoidal and obviously mentally ill  but cuddly northern English version of John Wayne Gacy. One could compare him to The Residents,but funny. This comparison encapsulates the difference between American and British humour.One is as sophisticated and tiresomely witty,dedicated to either winners or winners on their way up, and the other isn't.

The "isn't" bit refers to sad parent's house dwelling losers who live in a fantasy world like Frank Sidebottom. The nearest american equivalent i can think of would be Rupert Pupkin in Scorsese's "King Of Comedy......notice how something like Frank Sidebottom would only appear in american culture if it was realised by a top director who exists within the american cultural elite; whereas in the Uk,basically everyone's like that.

Actuleh, there's something about Frank that reminds your author of himself...in the third person. I too, have a little Jonny that i can be really nasty to,and an inflated vision of myself that qualify's one to remind the un-cooperative of exactly who I FUCKING AM!

So, here's more Frank, in fact two hours more of Frank, at his very best/worst. Especially Frank's missed vocation as a Game show host in "The Squid Is Correct",introducing Dave the evil head-hunting pygmy who only communicates by Morse Code.

Game shows like this actuleh existed on early eighties British television, primarily in the form of the Darts Quiz called "Bullseye",among others. This was a quiz for the underclass,and menial workers,whose quiz categories included "Spelling", "Books" "Places" and,a subject that Americans are very comfortable with...."Bible"!...why "Bible" wasn't included in the "Books" category i have no idea!? 

David Lynch spends millions of investors dollars to create something only half as surreal as "Bullseye";whereas ITV spent approximately seven pound fifty-nine to achieve the same if not exceed,the level of Surrealist Television,that Luis Bunuel could have only dreamed of.

The winners would invariably be going home to whatever shithole they were imprisoned in, accompanied by either a 'Speedboat' or a caravan as 'Top' prize.

Which is from whence your blog author himself escaped from,without the help of a speedboat i may add.....the worst part being that your fellow inmates wouldn't want you to survive in the outside world,if they couldn't fuck it up for you before you left,and became moist at the thought of the gloating they could administer if such an escapee should return!? 

Driving around those concrete concentration camps the post-war British Government called Council estates,one could identify the ones who had been on Bullseye by the absurd sight of a Speedboat parked in their front garden,next to a pile of old mattresses.....yes they had gardens.Even the Nazi's had a garden included in their charming extermination camps, so there was nothing new there; although i don't think the SS would allow the top prize to be a speedboat, more likely the caravan option, modified to be a mobile gas chamber which was once so very popular during the Party's euthanasia program back in the 1930's.Fun Times huh!? However when this show was cancelled the compare/camp Kommandant would pay the ulimate price of being hung by Albert Pierrepoint from a makeshift gallows in the camp grounds.

The Russians, however,tend to subjugate their under class by conscripting them and sending them to Ukraine to get shot....and the latest news is that vile Putin Puppet Medvedev has suggested the return of capital punishment for anyone not up for a return to the  fun times of the Soviet Union.

This could have all been avoided if Russia had a Cyrillic version of Bullseye.The British may be a bunch of fucked up morons,but sometimes we get some good ideas....just that Bullseye wasn't one of them.

If Frank Sidebottom was the new leader of Russia,or even Great Britain, we'd now all be dead...so count your blessings.

Tracklist:

A1 The Robins Aren't Bobbins
A2 Little Frank Arrives
A3 Me Great Big Zoo Scrapbook
A4 Best Of The Answering Machine (Part 1)
A5 Radio Timperley Intro
A6 The Tomb Of Maurice Karmen
A7 Radio Timperley Outro
A8 New Material
A9 Mr Custard You're A Fool
A10 What's Happens Now?
A11 Frank's World Intro
A12 The Squid Is Correct
A13 Frank's World Outro
A14 Little Frank Leaves
A15 It Was Nearly 20 Years Ago Today
A16 I Said, 'Hey You, Street Artist'
A17 Mrs Merton's Baby
A18 Fantastic Sea Shanty
A19 Star Interview
A20 Patrick Moore
A21 Little Frank Interrupts
A22 Fantastic Flashback Starts
A23 Cape Timperley To Lunar Dustbin
A24 First Puppet On The Moon
A25 Ultimatum To Return
A26 Of Puppets And Pace And Money
A27 2nd Ultimatum To Return
B1 Airplay
B2 Big Frank Blasts Off
B3 TVR-17 Station Output
B4 Little Frank Shows Off
B5 S.O.S.
B6 Big Frank Returns
B7 Fantastic Flashback Ends
B8 Monopoly (The Game)
B9 Mike The Manager
B10 Monopoly (The Song)
B11 Lucky World Cup Willy Coin
B12 Best Of The Answering Machine (Part Two)
B13 What This In The Diary?
B14 Frank's World Intro
B15 Roulette
B16 Frank's World Outro
B17 Football And Weather
B18 Star Interview
B19 Ian McCaskill
B20 Mr E. Lake
B21 Timperley Travelogue
B22 Extra Bit
B23 I Said, 'Hey You, Riot Policeman'
B24 Down At The Moss Lane Football Ground
B25 Five And A Half All Time Great Footballing Chants
B26 Sue Of The Sioux
B27 Roger And Sarah
B28 I've Got Something To Shout About
B29 Mrs Merton
B30 Nicolas Parsons
B31 Fantastic Barber's Shop Song
B32 Not So Fantastic Argument
B33 Electricity

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Frank Sidebottom – "Radio Timperley C-60 Volume 1" (11:37 – ets18) 1990

Apart from the obvious delights of two episodes of Frank's Radio Timperley show on radio Piccadilly,the real treat is the short extract from Frank's appearance at the 1989 Reading festival ,in front of a crowd of 4800 drunken revelers squeezed into the 2000 capacity Mean Fiddler tent.

The roar of the crowd for Frank's appearance must have been the loudest of the whole festival,and the call and response crowd participation  version of "Guess Who's Been On Match Of The Day".....to which the crowd replied "Yoooou Have, In Yer Big Shorts".,was beyond impressive....almost as ear-bleedingly loud as the Kop at Altrincham FC in full voice (singular).

The response was such as to suggest that Mrs Sidebottom's only son would have been a far superior headline act than The fucking Mission??...wot??...or the bloody Pogues,and especially New sodding Order!..who were the official top acts at Reading 1989.

Quite refreshing to see a lack of Rap acts in the line up,with a sprinkling of  what I would concede to be half decent acts lower down the pecking order.

And I thought the Reading Festival was something to do with books?

In this particular cul de sac of France, my local festival is a Poetry Festival,where I witnessed,and I kid you not, a French lady interpreting the Poetry via the medium of dance.Almost as bad and pretentious as the Michael Clarke Dancers interpreting the music of The Fall. That was my lowest ebb as a Fall appreciator,especially after there was an American and MES's missus (same person incidentally) in the group;..then MES started wearing trendy suits !?.....on top of that,but worse, becoming part of the South Bank Glitterati.No wonder Smith upped the alcohol intake.

Frank Sidebottom could never be pretentious if he tried......now as for Little Frank, I can't guarantee that he wouldn't be tempted.

Never trust a Short-Arse,even one made out of cardboard.

Tracklist:

A1 Mr Gallagher's Zoo 28:35
B1 Frank's Removal Company 25:42
B2 Live At Reading 2:53

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Frank Sidebottom – "Fantastic Tales" (11:37 – ets 7) 1987

The sparkling and magnificent sub-celestial abode that some would let it be known to all and sundry as being called thee planet earth;hasn't always been the stamping ground of official top ten entertainment and egoistic posturing.Around the golden era of rock'n'pop'n'roll, 1977 to 1984,there lurked an unpopular form of  rock'n'pop'n'roll called alternative and independent music.There was even some clever individuals who did all that stuff what top-notch mangers like Peter Grant and musical behemoths such as Richard Branson did, themselves.......clever little smartarses such as they were. One such clever smartarse would be Chris Sievey of the alternative and indie rock'n'pop'n'roll group The Freshies,who did everything himself,released lots of unpopular pop tunes on his own label,and to cap it all, in his spare time was the very very funny alter-ego Frank Sidebottom,who lived with his mum in the charming satellite town of Timperley near Manchester.

There was ,excuse my language, a fucking shit film wot i was swindled into watching called "Frank",which has been described by person's unknown, as a "Black Comedy"?....supposedly inspired by Frank Sidebottom; who,i am told gave his blessing to the project before he died..he'd be spinning in his grave if he saw the finished product...Did I say that Frank and Chris were indeed both dead at the time of writing?....no?...well they are. I heard this nugget of movie propaganda and proceed to watch an illegal download of said talking picture,only to learn that the Frank in the film was nothing to do with the Sidebottoms of Timperley,but was some clueless american in a Frank Sidebottom head moaning about how hard life is,and spouting  too cool for skool nonsense about what makes a cool band and that which is not.There has never been,to my knowledge any rock themed movie ever, unless its taking the piss of course(Spinal Tap),that didn't......(i stoop to americanese again..sorry)...Suck Balls real bad.......maybe "A Hard Days Night",but that was more an Ealing Comedy with Pop Stars in than a rock'n'roll movie?

Rule one never ask an american what makes a punk band, they just do it naturally without thinking about it,unless you're Johnny Ramone. Rule Two, don't break the eleven commandments of Rock.....which the band in this exceedingly crap movie do with ease.....they had a keyboard player for Jehovah's sake!?....there are exceptions for this of course,like Una Baines for example(mk.1 Fall),but generally its an idea that...in Americanese....SUCKS! It really makes one just wanna give up.

Frank,However, had the history and meaning of Rock'n'Roll tattoed on his papier maché head

No this film wasn't about Frank...but there is another one that is....more a documentary than movie,but better...."Being Frank" is the titular conclusion for that one.

So as an introduction to the showbiz genius of Frank Sidebottom,Little Frank, and the late Chris Sievey,we bring you 50 minutes of the surreal madness that was Frank and Little frank,interspersed with some very silly songs,to remind the world what it's missing......acktuleh!

Tracklist:

A1 The Day I Found A Hippopomous 17:50
A2 The Day Little Frank Tried To Tell A Fantastic Tale 6:06
B1 The Day I Won A Million Pounds 13:29
B2 The Day I Was Paul McCartney 11:28

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Ted Chippington – "Man In A Suitcase" (Vindaloo Records – YUS 6) 1986

"I was walking down the road the other day, this chap comes up to me; he says, "I've just got back from 'Nam." I said, "What d'you mean mate, Vietnam?" He says, "No, Chelt-'nam"

There used to be a TV series called the Man in a Suitcase,made by the same folks (ITC entertainment) who did The Champions,Department S,Randall and Hopkirk(deceased)and the like. Endless fun was had watching all this stuff the second time round in the afternoon TV schedules  when I made the fatal error of working from home in the eighties;which roughly translated, means watching TV all day with me mates.Luckily I was on benefits at the same time(illegal),and lived at home with me lovely mam and dad,may their souls rest in piece.

The same time period was fleshed out in the comedy department by 'Top Comedian' Ted Chippington,whose main aim in showbiz was to alienate the audience by being 'crap'.Frequently he found himself as the support act for such hip acts as the Fall and The Nightingales,whose Vindaloo label released Ted's records.Ted's thing was not to make audiences laugh but to get up their noses. Or, as he puts it himself: "To make the main band seem better."

With a deadpan drawl and the sort of punchline-less gags that would leave the average punter baffled (it doesn't take much). Invariably starting "I was walking down the road the other day...", Ted's jokes were anti-climatic nuggets of pathos, dressed up as surrealistic nonchalance.The kind of empty chit-chat you hear between persons of a certain age at the fruit and veg stall down the market.

"I was walking down the road the other day, this chap walked up to me and said 'Do you want to buy some grass, mate?' I said 'No thanks, mate, I've got crazy paving. Haven't got a garden, you see.'"

He was a refreshing change from those facking awful shouty shouty left wing "Alternative" comedian bastards of the time(yawn),like cheeky faux cockney jack the lad middle class champagne socialist Ben Elton,and the jokeless drama they called "The Young Ones".....we wanted an alternative to all that shouty Thatcher baiting boredom, and Ted provided it....at least until he went on the Vindaloo tour of America and never came back. I don't know how his routine went down in America....do any video's exist? The man himself explains: "I tried to make a career there," he explains. "The Americans were surprisingly responsive but it never really took off. It's such a big place. I stayed there til I couldn't afford it."

He's back now, and resurrecting his career...what career? Still on tour with The Nightingales....the best gig in any town is that one.

"I look forward to when I've got a car and I can drive down the road, so I won't get all these characters coming up to me."

Tracklist:

A1 Introduction
A2 Rock'n'Roll on 33
A3 Ready Eddie
A4 Life On The Road
A5 Rocking Ribbons
A6 Comedian By Trade
A7 She Loves You
A8 Interview
B1 Feel Like Buddy Holly
B2 True Greatness
B3 Atmosphere

B4 True Stories
B5 Rocking With Rita
B6 Weirdness Oh No
B7 BRMB
B8 Cheers

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Penny Rimbaud ‎– "Christ's Reality Asylum" (Crass Records ‎– CATNO 10C) 1992

 Good looking lad was Penny, the Chuck Manson of Anarchy,but as if Kirk Douglas was transcribed into the role of 'Johnny Rotten' in Alex Cox's dismal Sid and Nancy,as adapted for Radio Four's 'A Book at Bedtime'.

Here, the velvet voiced leader of the Anarchists,applies to be the leader of the Anti-christs, masturbating with Jesus against the wall of  Gethsemane. Jerry show's a rare ability to say 'Clitoris' without sniggering, as he describes rude goings on with Notre Dame and her masochistic son. Between the sex scenes it becomes clear that Christ's name is writ large above the gates of Auschwitz ......there you go, I mentioned the 'A' word,so the Holocaust Denial Algorithm has been triggered.So lets not disappoint them,as Christs name was indeed tattooed all over the genocide,like the myth's of human skin lampshades, but not whispered in the Soviet built gas chamber that Atrocity Tourists are told is the real thing......fact....the real thing is,allegedly, the pile of rubble just off the guided tour's well-trodden path. As Jeremy says, "Truth is a personal ghetto".

This endurance testing spoken word anti-christian missive is full of great quotes like that,and there's no doubt Rimbaud fancies himself as a bit of a poet,but there's something of the English O'Level failure about this taboo testing monologue that's just a bit toe-curling,but more comfortable to listen to than the version played out by one of the Crass Posh Birds on the single version......." I Vomit for you Jesu!"

I know Rimbaud was a randy old sod,who dangled 'Punk' credibility like a bag of sweeties and a promise to see his puppies. This tasty carrot led to his squat,forward slash,commune, at Dial House to be swarming with confused,impressionable young spiky tops. There, it was Rimbaud who was nailed to his own Cross,and no doubt every day they were subjected to his daily sermon on the mount,but re-located to the holylands of Essex in 1979. I'm not suggesting that our Pen had a rampaging case of Messiah Syndrome, but I sense he may be slightly envious of Jesus H.Christ,whatever he,or it,was.They both seem to refuse to die,despite Rimbaud's plea's.

Side A,"The Veil Of Mother" is in fact a rather good piece of prose, assassinating ,finally, the myth of Christ, but with added mucky stuff. This guy should have been an actor instead of a cult leader.Larry Olivier couldn't have done any better.Rimbaud's pronunciation of "Auchwitz" is second only to Sir Laurence's narrations for "The World At War".I would love to see Sir Jeremy as Henry The Fifth.....with a few adaptations of the bard's holy words to include,with some help from his IRA buddies, the creation of an Anarchist republic preceding Henry's death on his own cross.Then came the executions.

Side B ,"The Veil Of Father" isn't quite as poetic, as it stoops to the obvious state control angle, and...choke..Politics! Like a twentieth century translation of the King James Bible.It's a bit cringe,....quite true...but bleeding obvious innit? Jerry does refer to himself in the third person a lot,which he can excuse away as referring to himself as Jeremy John Ratter,before he chose his own identity as Penny Rimbaud....the Penny bit coming from his brother who called him,quite accurately as it happens, a toilet Seat Philosopher.

It does, however, feature a short appearance of Zippy from Rainbow as an american newsreader,and is ,altogether, a seductive journey into popular post-truth political philosophy for the casual BBC book at bedtime listener...who,likely, already agrees 100% with Rimbaud's rantings,oozing from the speakers like molten chocolate.

I wanna be an Anarchist  too...they scream,as they scratch their 'X',or their 'cross', in the liberal-Democrat box.

I'd be an Anarchist too if I wasn't the bloody minded Nihilist bastard that I am.

Tracklist:

A The Veil Of Mother 45:00
B The Veil Of Father 43:00

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Criswell ‎– "The Legendary Criswell Predicts Your Incredible Future" (Horoscope Records ‎– H-156) 1970

"We are all interested in the future, for that is where we are going to spend the rest of our lives !", said bonkers TV Psychic Criswell....he didn't have any other names apparently,which is usually the hallmark of a genius. Criswell certainly had a genius in the way he could predict virtually nothing that came true.Thanks to the benefit of living precisely 20 years after the Criswell predicted 'End of the World',we can look back and definitely cross vending machine sex-change operations off of the list for starters.
I am rather envious of that splendid cultivated kiss curl that can be located revolving from his receeding hairline.
It may surprise you to know, but the Narrator of 'Plan Nine From Outer Space' was predictably, a rampant Homosexual.Which would have made him fit in rather snuggly with all the other freaks and outsiders that made up the Edward D. Wood Jr entourage.
The low budget Nostradamus supplies us with 40 minutes of wide ranging predictions,that if the same analysis technique as applied to the cryptic verse of the mad monk of Provence, all of these madcap alternative futures have already happened,and this where you heard them first......and last, because, like Nostradamus....None of them came,or will appear to become true,without a dumpster full of autistic licence.
But, we laugh at Criswell, and take Nostradamus as 'real'??
The most disturbing thing about this trash culture clairvoyance is that its trival targets are only too omnipresent in this post Criswell future.Death, the proud brother, tapped on his shoulder well before he could bask in his cult glory, and before he could take advantage of having his remains blasted into outer space by missle.This prediction at least, did come true;but sadly,in the case of James "Scottie" Doohan of Star Trek.His rocket never made it into space, and crashed somewhere in the Mojave Desert...."the Engines could nae take it Captain!"

Tracklist:

1. Criswell Predicts Your Incredible Future (42.01)
2. Someone Walked Over My Grave (Bonus) (1:47)

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Michael Barton of BBC Radio Sheffield ‎– "Children Talking" (Music For Pleasure ‎– MFP 1224) 1968

Another gem from the wonderful BBC, the home of 'Fake News' according to the Child in the oval office, is this vintage recording of children from generation X,when innocence still reigned.
This album has been roundly pillaged by Aphex Twin for samples, so here's your chance to find your own. 
The wisdom of the 'Children of Top People', is the Das Kapital' of Trumpism. They are not quite as monosyllabic as the small handed pink one, but their politics seemed far advanced and sophisticated to that of the Donald himself.
Michael Barton himself,has the manner of questioning that would probably get more of a civilised response from Trump,with his childrens television style of gentle interrogation.He would be labelled 'real News',until the Trumpster found out he was from an intelligent broadcasting body.He knows that 'BBC' spells DANGER!...or even worse a person with a brain is asking him questions.....panic...get angry!
"Children Talking volume 2" would be contrived of snippets from Trump and his moronic followers answering questions about life's fundamental questions....trouble is it may well be X-rated,and should be avoided to lessen potential damage to brain cells.
One day we'll wake up from this nightmare.


Tracklist:

A1 Where Do Babies Come From? (North Wales)
A2 Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? (Children Of 'Top People')
A3 Ambition (The East End Of London)
A4 School Life (Newcastle)
A5 Life In Hospital (Leeds)
A6 The World Of Grown-ups (Manchester)
A7 Weddings (Nottingham)
A8 Running The Home (Sunderland)
B1 The Royal Family (Northern Ireland)
B2 God And The Bible (Crawley)
B3 What Would You Like To Be? (Manchester)
B4 Dreams (Liverpool)
B5 Getting Into Trouble (Burnley)
B6 Christmas Nativity Play (Sunderland)

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David Cain ‎– "The Seasons" (BBC Radio Enterprises) ‎– RESR 7) 1969

As you male supremacist obnoxious slobs are tired of the superior ladies of early electronica, we return to an unsung collegue of Delia Derbyshire in the BBC Radiophonic Workshop, David Cain, and rebalance the history of electronic music back towards the male genome a little bit.
I was blessed to be of an age when the BBC was pumping out all sorts of weird noises to avoid having to pay any jumped-up composer types to make some music for them. Being tight is often an underrated creative tool,and this tool was probably responsible for the wave of British synth-pop a decade later, that swept over the planet....be that a good or bad thing, i'll leave it up to you.
No, not Kraftwerk, it was the BBC wot dunnit to you all. Gary Numan is on record as saying that he'd never heard,or heard of, Kraftwerk until after he hit the top ten. He was likely to have been subjected to drama classes directed by  records such as this,from BBC radio for schools.I can see the young Depeche Mode now ,interpreting this music under the strict coreography of the Drama teacher at whatever decaying Essex primary school they attended in the early seventies.
Personally,as a schoolboy, I was none too keen to describe the month of April using the medium of expressive dance, but the music was certainly inspiring,leeching into my brain and changing ones subconscious to unleash such related wierdness as Throbbing Gristle upon my unsuspecting parents;such was the effect of adolescence upon those BBC damaged synapses in ones developing Brane!
Of course, one never revealed that one liked anything the teachers would play us,or one would get a stiff taste of mob violence perpetrated by one's charming peers. Luckily the music we could admit to likeing was brilliant too, in a different way. Gary Glitter, The Sweet, T-Rex, Slade...they were acceptable;but Drama Workshop music...forget it,if you wanted some friends!...a few years later I didn't want any friends,and sank into a teenage world of depression and isolation,rejecting those dumb-ass peers who preferred "Northern Soul" to Punk Rock???..Uh?
BBC poet Robert Duncan,describes this time perfectly in his words for the piece on 'October'.....heavy stuff indeed for kids to ingest:

"Like Severed Hands, the wet leafs lie flat on the deserted avenue,
Houses like skulls, stare through uncurtained windows..."

To describe this state sponsored experimental music some more,here's the sleeve notes:

In the Autumn of 1966 BBC Radio for Schools launched the first series of "Drama Workshop", a creative drama programme for children in their first and second years of secondary school.
The series was an immediate success and since then thousands of teachers and children all over the British Isles have become familiar with the warm voice of Derek Bowskill and the excitingly imaginative radiophonic music composed by David Cain. "Drama Workshop" is designed to stimulate dramatic dance, movement, mime and speech; and the improvisation of character and situation. Teachers have usually taped the broadcasts and then replayed them afterwards to their classes. Now, with this record, some of the most stimulating material from the current series is available in a permanent, easy to use form which will appeal not only to drama specialists in search of really original source material, but also to anyone who is concerned with creative education.
The poetry on this record is inspired by the seasons of the year. There are twelve poems on the months of the year by Ronald Duncan, as well as four pieces by Derek Bowskill on the seasons themselves. In each case the radiophonic theme is heard first, then the poem itself spoken over variations on the theme and finally the variations on their own.
The final musical item on the record represents the whole year. It states all the 12 themes for the months, followed by 4 sections for the seasons and concludes with a march which draws the various themes together, with some subtle and unusual key changes.
In this way teachers can use the poems for listening and discussion amongst the class, and the music separately for movement and dramatic dance improvisation. Other activities such as music-making, painting and writing may also follow from listening to this record. But however many educational applications are found for the contents, if you enjoy poetry or music you will enjoy this record.

Dickon Reed

...Dickon?????...certainly a posh bloke,as were most of the BBC staff,but even posh blokes get it right sometimes.What we now call the 'Joe Strummer Syndrome'.

Tracklist:

1 January 2:09
2 February 2:27
3 March 5:09
4 April 2:24
5 May 3:08
6 June 2:29
7 July 2:24
8 August 1:49
9 September 2:04
10 October 2:11
11 November 3:03
12 December 2:36
13 Spring 1:54
14 Summer 1:54
15 Autumn 1:46
16 Winter 2:07
17 The Year 4:24

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Louise Huebner with Bebe and Louis Barron ‎– "Louise Huebner's Seduction Through Witchcraft" (Warner Bros. - Seven Arts Records ‎– WS 1819) 1969

Louise Huebner was the 'Official' Witch of Los Angeles and the only officially appointed Witch in the entire world.This is of course 'showbiz' rather than a real office for a real witch. Witches only exist in their own minds,possibly,and in the minds of the superstitious morons who fear the 'Dark Arts',or believe in any supernatural entities such as the Easter Bunny, or Batman.
This album, primarily existing purely to exploit the age-old problem of getting laid, is the feminine version of Eric Weber's "Picking Up Girls Made Easy", this witchy one relies on manipulation whereas Eric relies on barefaced lying.
That said, the main reason for this Occult cash-in attempt being foisted on these reveered pages, is because the creepy sounds backing up Louise's very silly spoken instructions were made by husband and wife Electronic pioneers, Louis and Bebe Barron.
It's rather good stuff, and inevitably reminds one of Throbbing Gristle's finer ambient moments, and very reminiscent of Kluster's first two albums. 
For those of you sad bastards who think you're gonna prize Beyoncé from Jay Z's insideous grasp; just try developing an interesting line in conversation and washing regularly.Dump the sports clothes and improve your sartorial elegance....in fact making an effort to seem attractive and interesting rather than the obnoxious slob you really are.Then you won't need to sell your soul, or our-soul, to get a girlfriend, who, ultimately, won't like your record collection.
Yours most insincerely, 
the Real Jay Zee.

Tracklist:

1.Introduction - Gods 3:40
2.The Self Fascination Ritual For Increased Power 3:11
3.The Isis Full Moon Ring For Magical Protection 3:34
4.The Demon Spell For Energy 3:26
5.Orgies - A Tool Of Witchcraft 3:38
6.Sun Sign Amulets For Spiritual Protection 4:11
7.The Coleopterous Charm For Romantic Adventure 3:10
8.The Turkish Bean Spell For Tender Love 2:31
9.Seduction Spells From Around The World 4:24
10.The Emotional Bondage Spell 2:35
11.The Earthquake Spell For Unwanted Lovers 2:24
12.Witches And Wizzards 4:24

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Else Marie Pade ‎– "Face It" (Dacapo Records ‎– 8.224233) 1957-1970

Denmarks version of the BBC Radiophonic Workshop was basically just Else Marie Pade, who made weird aural backing tracks for Danish Radiophonic plays.
Musique Concrete is very much in evidence for Symphonie Magnétophonique, but the Little Mermaid, is very much in the realms of Daphne Oram and Delia Derbyshires work for the BBC. For us non-Danish speakers, it sound even weirder because of the narration of this Classical Danish fairytale,which sounds like someone speaking backwards to the average Anglo-Saxon ear.
Face It's title track is where it gets really weird,with some unknown Danish phraze concerning a certain ranting German dictator, repeated in a loop,with filtered extracts from one of Adolf's very nasty nazi rally speeches.This was a full decade before William Bennett decided to do the same thing, rather less subtly I may add, for his various Throbbing Gristle aping Come Org projects.Especially unsubtle were his remixes of Maurizio Bianchi's work
Else Marie got there first,and she even fought against the Nazi's in the resistance too,before GPO and Bennett were even a twinkle in their fathers eye,and still in short trousers when these recordings were made.Having said that, I severely doubt they ever heard any of Pade's work....even if they were Danish.


Tracklist:

1 Symphonie Magnétophonique (1958) 19:27
2 The Little Mermaid 42:54 (1957-8)
3 Face It 7:58 (1970)

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Daphne Oram - "Private Dreams And Public Nightmares" (1957)

Groundbreaking pre-Radiophonic Workshop experimental Radio from Daphne Oram and Frederick Bradnum. Introduced by producer Donald McWhinnie, in that cut-glass BBC accent that no-one in Britain is lumbered with anymore. Donald explains the horrific broadcast that would have sent most children of the era to hide in their room, and most normal vintage 1957 adults running for pen and paper to write a stiffly worded letter of complaint to the authorities.
It certainly is a creepy experience, even for the desentized minds of 2020. No-one was doing stuff like this in 1957.It's to the BBC's credit that they allowed this kind of experimentation to continue,although they also did very little to encourage it.
This programme was the pre-curser to Delia Derbyshire and Barry Bermange's fantastic "Inventions For Radio" from 1964/5.
As Donald said
“This programme is an experiment. An exploration. It’s been put together with enormous enthusiasm and equipment designed for other purposes. The basis of it is an unlimited supply of magnetic tape, recording machine, razor blade, and some thing to stick the bits together with. And a group of technicians who think that nothing is too much trouble – provided that it works.You take a sound. Any sound. Record it and then change its nature by a multiplicity of operations. Record it at different speeds. Play it backwards. Add it to itself over and over again. You adjust filters, echos, acoustic qualities. You combine segments of magnetic tape. By these means and many others you can create sounds which no one has ever heard before. Sounds which have indefinable and unique qualities of their own. A vast and subtle symphony can be composed from the noise of a pin dropping. In fact one of the most vibrant and elemental sounding noises in tonight’s programme started life as an extremely tinny cowbell.
It’s a sort of modern magic. Many of you may be familiar with it. They’ve been exploiting it on the continent for years. But strangely enough we’ve held aloof. Partly from distrust. Is it simply a new toy? Partly through complacency. Ignorance too. We’re saying at last that we think there’s some thing in it. But we aren’t calling it ‘musique concrète’. In fact we’ve decided not to use the word music at all. Some musicians believe that it can become an art form itself. Others are sceptical. That’s not our immediate concern. We’re interested in its application to radio writing – dramatic or poetic – adding a new dimension. A form that is essentially radio.
Properly used, radiophonic effects have no relationship with any existing sound. They’re free of irrelevent associations. They have an emotional life of their own. And they could be a new and invaluable strand in the texture of radio and theatre and cinema and television.”

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Delia Derbyshire and Barry Bermange -"Inventions For Radio No.4: The Evenings Of Certain Lives " (1965)

In the grand old tradition of the BBC, the tapes for Inventions for Radio No.4 have been 'lost'(which usually means thrown away or erased), All that remains is this short edited extract for the "Sculptress of Sound" documentary taken from a ten minute section from one of the reels in the box of tapes that were recovered from Delia's house, from the attic, after she died. That is now the property of the university of Manchester,and they don't seem keen to allow anyone to make a complete copy of it.
The programme is about life at a certain age, not at the extreme point when people ‘just give up and wait’ but, perhaps more poignantly, at the point where old age begins and the body just won't work like it used to and the eyes just won't see, the ears just won't hear, and the memory of what you were is dim.
The Evenings of Certain Lives is about the sense of isolation, and the private agony of aging.Fun stuff,but it looks like we will never get to hear the whole 40 minutes worth.

A typical story is on the day that the Radiophonic workshop was finally closed, the Workshop archivist Mark Ayres,discovered 9000 tapes dumped in a skip,which he recovered,and spent the next few years digitising and cataloging.

Despite, again not being credited (BBC policy),these Inventions for radio are probably Delia's greatest works,and i was amused to hear of a series of complaints from the 'public' at the time of transmission.Indeed, the BBC received complaints from a number of listeners about some of the 'harsh' or 'uneducated' accents and opinions that were featured in the 'Inventions'.

Don't you just love the ignorance of the 'Public' and the stupidity of of government corporations? It still goes on of course, but at least Aunty Beeb has stopped throwing stuff away,but there's a new wave of mass ignorance that dwarves the old skool version,which was mainly due to lack of information as opposed to too much information,or rather, too much incorrect information,where one man's truth is anothers lies if it doesn't fit their agenda.

And.....Oh yeah....University of Manchester people!.....put the archive online will you? Its not just for academics!?

Unbelieveable!?

Tracklisting:

1. The Evenings Of Certain Lives (extract) 2:11

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Delia Derbyshire and Barry Bermange -"Inventions For Radio No.2: Amor Dei" (1964)

The second fantastic slice of 'Inventions For Radio' by the legend that is Delia Derbyshire, and Barry Bermange.This time the subject for the public of 1964 to discuss is the subject of 'God'.
Then there's the task of creating backing music that invokes a feeling of the true horror of life,fear of death,yet can also represent the natural spirituality of human superstition.
When Delia asked Barry Bermange what he wanted musically, he drew a sketch of a church altar over the notes for the dialogue track.
"He wanted sounds which would sound like a Gothic altarpiece. 'Oh,' I said, 'yes. What a good idea. But what do you really mean? What sort of sounds?' He said 'Well, give me a pencil and paper'. I did, and with great care and elaboration he drew me a beautiful Gothic altarpiece and said 'That's the sort of sound I want'." (Delia Derbyshire 1964)

Barry's inspiring sketch...a lesson in how to write music.

Barry Bermange said that he himself thought of Amor Dei as ‘rather in the manner of a Renaissance painting with the believers in God in the foreground or centre and half-hidden disbelievers looking out from shadowy places round the edge of the painting.’
This programme was made in four sections. In the first you will hear several thoughtful voices groping towards God, feeling their way into something undefined. In the second, some more assured voices cite concrete images; a defined notion of God begins to emerge. The third is a contest between those who love God and those who cannot believe in Him. The assured and confident voices in the last section are inspired by absolute faith.

The actual effect of this haunting piece,is the pure gothic horror of mortality and the plunging depths of infinity,in which the abstract choirs and aging believers seem to be drowning.
Quite an extraordinary and powerful piece of work that lay hidden in the vaults of the BBC for decades,and I struggle to think of another piece that can match its wide ranging encapsulation of this profound subject. 

Tracklisting:

1.Groping towards God
2.Rorate Coeli
3.I'd like to believe in God but...
4.There IS a God!

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