The Rolling Stones Songbook - The Andrew Oldham Orchestra

The Verve . . . a mob I havn’t had any time for since catching them at a half full Clapham Grand many a long year ago.



But learnt something new the other week down Zeitgeist courtesy of Music Lawyer Ailish. I never knew that Unfinished Symphony was a Stones sample.

“This Will Be The Last Time”
“Huh . . .” says I . . . “ how do you get “Da da dah, da da dah from da da da da dah da? . . . ”

Before you could day “Internet enabled”, Merrill Lynch Liam’s IPhone was whipped out, google.co.uk accessed, ADB loses the bet and has to get a round in.

So . . . full story here, bottom line is that The Verve should get a new lawyer.

1 Blue Turns To Grey
2 Satisfaction
3 You Better Move On
4 Time Is On My Side
5 Heart Of Stone
6 As Tears Go By
7 Play With Fire
8 Theme For A Rolling Stone
9 Tell Me
10 Congratulations
11 The Last Time

Lialeh OST - Bernard "Pretty Boy" Purdie @ 320kbps

Personally I organise my music alphabetically by group ignoring any "The"s (so it's 10CC to Zutons rather than Abba to Zappa). The only catagories I do use are "Lounge" and "Porn Film Theme Music".

Have a wild guess where this week's offering goes.

Lialeh ("pink on the inside, black on the outside") is widely recognised as the first black porn film coming out in '74 riding the blacksploitation wave. 

But, and it's an enormous size 20 font in bold "but", the sound-track was written by Bernard
"Pretty" Purdie, arranged by Horace Otts (who composed “Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood” most famously covered by The Animals) and played by Purdie, Ernest Hayes, Wilbur Bascomb, John Tropea, Norman Pride and Seldon Powell. Bottom line, the then creme de la creme of New York based session musicians. 

You can check out the title track courtesy of You Tube here if you need any more encouragement to d/l this 64mb slice of funky grooviness.

 

Gus Gus - Polydistortion (1997)

This came in the post last week. Been after this album for a while as track 3 is remixed on Northern Exposure 2, it hasn't dissapointed.

One of those "relatively unknown but tracks appear on a load of mix CD" mobs.

This lot were from Iceland, and seem to have comprised of a floating group of artists/actors/film-makers meedja-types with dipthong-heavy, unpronouncable Beowolf-era names (yes, I know Beowolf is Old-English but you know what I mean).

LSG (Oliver Lieb) - Rendezvous In Outer Space

Off to Berlin last weekend. My second favourite city, worked there for a few months in '97 and revist a couple of times a year. (ADB recommend's the Art Otel if you're thinking of going)

For sure it's changed a bit, Storch has been rebranded as Renger Patzsch, Tresor's not where it used to be and the Palast der Republik had finally been demolished . . . 

But some thing's don't, Mutter's still there and I'm pleased to report that the Franken Bar's policy of not allowing you in after midnight unless you're pissed is still rigorously enfored (as is it's casual disregard for Germany's non-smoking laws).

So some Oliver Lieb for you this week, kinda reminds me of how things used to be over there. File under "Trance" but don't let that put you off, a notch more chilled than Sasha & Digweed's Northern Exposure series.

Bird Song Radio RIP.

Now, as some of you may have gathered, ADB lives in Central London ("equidistant betwixt Borough Market and the Tate Modern" in estate-agent speak).

So there's a lot of ambient light (steet lamps, office blocks etc) at night.

Even more so in Summer (twilight starts the wrong side of 04.00) and when there's a full moon and a clear sky (as happened this week).

The upshot of all this is the local avian population gets so confused that we're currently experiencing a three hour dawn chorus ffs.

Where am I going with this? Oh yes . . . 

One of the UK's more eccentric digital radio stations, "Birdsong", a station that, guess what, played a looped recording of the dawn chorus has just been taken off the air.

Cue letters to The Times, questions asked in Parliament, leaders in The Telegraph, howls of protest from Middle-England (ok, exagerating to proove a point here, I think it regularly got 30,000 listeners). 

But, fear not gentle reader, blogosphere to the resue, to paraphrase Rupert Brooke, Birdsong's memory can now live in some corner of a foreign hard-drive that is for ever England.