Episode 90 - Guest Host Pinko Fowler (Part 2)

If, like me, you were a keen watcher of late ‘80s independent TV music show Snub, this is the episode where Pinko Fowler, whose idea it was, reveals all. If only we could bring it back now.

This is also where we discover what happened when Pinko toured for a year with The Cure. Which slightly puts my half hour meeting with Robert Smith, when he and Simon Gallup signed the back of my Lloyds Bank statement, in the shade.

According to Steve Hanley, The Fall’s legendary bass player, Pinko shot the best - and the worst - of the group’s videos. Pinko disagrees with that assessment, but herein we discover what it’s like to be sitting drinking with Mark E Smith and hoping against hope that someone you know walks into the pub.

And finally, and amazingly, the time Pinko and his film crew travelled to Colorado to meet Hunter S Thompson, were led on a wild goose chase from bar to bar on his trail, tracked him down to his house, stayed up all night, and ended up taking Hunter’s rifles and shooting at Eagle Glenn Frey’s house across the valley.

Not bad for one career. I just want to say a big thanks to Pinko for his time and stories, and for introducing me to Terry Edwards, who, if possible, knows even more music legends up close and personal than Pinko himself. We’ll be hearing from Terry anon. It was a pleasure, Pinko!

Tracklist:

Silver rocket, Sonic Youth

Passing complexion, Big Black

Lemon incest, Serge Gainsbourg (featuring Charlotte Gainsbourg)

Fire In Cairo, The Cure

Via, Deus

Hotel Bloedel, The Fall


Episode 89 - Reading, Writing and Libraries

Steven Pilling mentioned it might be a good idea to run music book recommendations on Sombrero Fallout. On Friends of Sombrero Fallout, I asked for contributions and these were the responses. I trust the FOSF community implicitly, so these come “sight unseen” in many cases, but strongly endorsed:

Clothes, clothes, clothes. Music, music, music. Boys, boys, boys, Viv Albertine

To Throw Away Unopened, Viv Albertine

Bass Culture, Lloyd Bradley

One Two Three Four, Craig Brown

Hunger Makes Me A Modern Girl, Carrie Brownstein

I Wanna Be Yours, John Cooper Clarke

Head On, Julian Cope

Grant and I, Robert Forster

Girl In A Band, Kim Gordon

Train To Memphis: The Rise of Elvis Presley, Peter Guralnick

Bad Vibes, Luke Haines

The Big Midweek, Steve Hanley and Olivia Piekarski

Young Hearts Run Free, Dave Haslam

Seeing Sideways, Kristin Hersh

Rat Girl, Kristin Hersh

Fargo Rock City, Chuck Klosterman

Sing Backwards and Weep, Mark Lanegan

Life and Death on the New York Dance Floor, Tim Lawrence

Lipstick Traces, Greil Marcus

Inside Out, Nick Mason

Please Kill Me, Legs McNeil & Gillian McCain

Walls Come Tumbling Down, Daniel Rachel

Rip It Up, Simon Reynolds

Powder, Kevin Sampson

England’s Dreaming, Jon Savage

The Fallen, Dave Simpson

Pig City, Andrew Stafford

Yeah yeah yeah, Bob Stanley

The Rise, The Fall and The Rise, Brix Smith Start

My Rock’n’Roll Friend, Tracey Thorne

Black Postcards, Dean Wareham

No Future, Matthew Worley

There are many on there I haven’t read, so looking forward to staying home and reading now Melbourne’s finally going to be moving out of lockdown.

So I also thought it would be a good idea to activate a theme I’ve had bubbling in the background for a while and do songs about books. The tracks are probably a bit (though not entirely) on the earnest, occasionally slightly twee side, being about nerdy old books and all. But what’s wrong with that, if you’re in the mood?  Absolutely nothing.

Tracklist:

The book I read, Talking Heads

Library, Julia Brown

Young adult friction, The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart

Tom and the library, Lonely Tourist

Books from boxes, Maximo Park

We used to wait, Arcade Fire

Reading in bed, Emily Haines and the Soft Skeleton

All u writers, !!!

I’m writing a novel, Father John Misty

Wrapped up in books, Belle and Sebastian

Books written for girls, Camera Obscura

Library pictures, The Arctic Monkeys

We could send letters, Aztec Camera

Episode 88 - Is modern life rubbish?

Barack Obama said it, so it must be true, but if you were to choose any time in the history of the world to be alive, you ought to choose now. If you further have the winning lottery ticket of living inside a western democracy there are dishwashers, Ugg boots, vacuum cleaners, paper clips, paper, clean water, glass, anaesthetics, year round quinoa and broccolini, all the songs, all the programmes, all the sport, all the everything. 

You don’t even have to worry about snapping the cork off in the wine bottle because, hey it’s all screwtops now. Turns out the French had us duped all along. Cars have containers for your coffee cups, sat nav, cruise control and water for the rear windscreen. There are cars in the first place (though guzzling up the fossil fuels - memo, need to fix that). You can video friends in other cities. You don’t need a camera or an alarm clock. You can make your own podcast if you really want to.

But here’s another cliche. None of it seems to make us much happier. And it sometimes seems as if modern life is, in fact, yes, rubbish.

I think, personally that as humans we have struggled to accept that there is no meaning to life, after all. We are just stardust. The more we know about the size of the universe, about how things work, about history repeating itself, the more panicstricken we have become. And, of course, we can now see people dying in far away wars or suffering in earthquakes or a child stuck down a well in Slovakia, things that were previously out of sight, so out of mind.

As the Specials put it - enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think. Meanwhile though, here’s a comforting selection of songs on the subject of what a pile of pants modern life is. (Does not include Blur, though I have nothing against them.)

Tracklist:

The city, The Dismemberment Plan

Jogging, Richard Dawson

Redevelopment, Home Counties

French disko, Stereolab

Then they came for me, The Drones

Amused as hell, Cathal Coughlan

Dark days, Yard Act

National shite day, Half Man Half Biscuit

The lonely little thrift store, Jonathan Richman

Broken household appliance, Grandaddy

Bankrupt on selling, Modest Mouse

Hated Sunday, Black Box Recorder

Episode 87 - Richard H Kirk of Cabaret Voltaire (1956 - 2021): A Tribute

Scene: The end of my first year at university (1982). I had recently struck up a friendship with Lewis, who I subsequently went on to flatshare with in London and who, along with his delightful partner Persephone has done me the honour of editing a novel I’ve written. All of that was in the future.

Late one night, we found ourselves in my room, listening to my cassette of Entertainment!, and playing a game of Owzthat. We had chosen two teams of musicians to play each other. (This was how we entertained ourselves back then. No Tiktok.) His team included (from memory) Richard Thompson, Syd Barrett and Jimi Hendrix. Mine Ian Curtis, Billy Mackenzie - and Stephen Mallinder. Lewis was unfamiliar with the latter name, so I told him a bit about Cabaret Voltaire and put on Red Mecca which he found intriguing. Lewis has actually always been far more broadminded than me when it comes to music - Persephone is a classical violinist, in fact.

He recalled a couple of years previously going to see (I think) Pink Floyd do their Wall thing and bumping into his friend on the Tube who, conversely, was on his way to see Cabaret Voltaire. It seemed, in some way, symbolic.

I think he was right. Pink Floyd were innovators in their time. In 1982 Cabaret Voltaire were perhaps where Pink Floyd were pre Dark Side of the Moon. Unlike the Floyd they always remained on the fringes of popularity and mainstream success. But the Cabs’ influence, in everything from industrial music to house, techno, ambient and beyond is, I think, immeasurable.

The Fall, Joy Division, PIL, Josef K, Wire, Gang of Four, Young Marble Giants: those post-punk bands cast a long and benevolent shadow, and we must include in that pantheon the name of Cabaret Voltaire. Challenging, even confrontational, but always visionary.

Now one of the three titans who founded the Cabs back in their Sheffield bedrooms in 1973 has departed. Richard H Kirk, we salute you. What a legacy you have left us. 

Tracklist:

Voice of America/Damage is done, Cabaret Voltaire

Collapsing new people, Fad Gadget

Landslide, Cabaret Voltaire

Dead eyes opened, Severed Heads

Sly doubt, Cabaret Voltaire

Sound mirror (reflected), Clock DVA

New world order, Test Dept

Yashar, Cabaret Voltaire

Dodeccaheedron, Aphex Twin

Why kill time (when you can kill yourself), Cabaret Voltaire

1969, Boards of Canada

Vasto, Cabaret Voltaire

Episode 86 - Guest Host Pinko Fowler

The mantra today is that anyone can be whatever they want to be. I’m not sure that’s true, but I get the idea - believe in yourself, believe in your dreams, come on, you can make it.

But I come from a different generation, as does Pinko Fowler, the co-host of this episode. I never had a plan for how life was going to work out. I’d never heard of the job I ended up doing until I was 24. I made up my career path as I went along, rarely looking any further ahead than the next holiday. One morning I woke up and decided it felt right to try living in Australia.

Pinko Fowler (who has also ended up living in Australia) was working in a menial job back in the early ‘80s and hanging round the Rough Trade shop in west London on his days off. One day he asked the guy behind the counter if they had any jobs going. After that, well, one thing just led to another. He ended up as videographer to the indie stars and creating Snub TV, probably the most famous UK indie music programme there’s ever been.

I guess Pinko did follow his dreams, but like most of us, he just didn’t know what they were going to be till they happened. As it turned out Pinko career have made him the ideal host for these episodes of Sombrero Fallout.

On this episode (part one of two), you’ll hear some great, and very varied music. And you’ll hear about:

  • The time Michael Gira of the Swans passed out in a loincloth with yoghurt smeared over his face

  • Sonic Youth’s table manners and why you shouldn’t worry about them sleeping on your floor

  • What Pinko and Lindy from the Go-Betweens talk about when they’re buying cabbages

  • Pixies’ love for Pinko’s wife Mexican meals

  • What Steve Albini screamed out of Pinko’s front room window

  • Whether Jarvis is actually a nice guy

  • Whether Nick Cave is a nice guy

  • The band Pinko formed with Douglas from the Jesus and Mary Chain

Part Two - with tales of shooting guns off Hunter S Thompson’s balcony and what Mark E Smith is really like - will follow in a few weeks’ time.

Tracklist:

Spitfire Parade, Swell Mpas

Panik, Metal Urbain

Mathilde, Scott Walker

Upside down, The Jesus and Mary Chain

Kotch dub, Lee ‘Scratch’ Perry

Snow girl, The Pop Group

Sundown, sundown, Lee Hazelwood and Nancy Sinatra

Some velvet morning, Rowland S Howard and Lydia Lunch

Rema Rema, Rema Rema

Episode 85 - Covers from another genre

The element of surprise is rather overrated in art these days. Too many Scandi-noirs on TV, perhaps. But after all, once we’ve heard a song once, we know how it’s going to end. The Greeks never worried that they knew Odysseus was going to get home safely, that Hector would get killed by Achilles, that the Trojan Horse was just a ruse.

It was all in the way you told the old story. Well, here’s some old stories brilliantly re-told. You may know the punchline but it’s the journey that’s the thing.

There are some traps I’ve generally, but perhaps not entirely, avoided. It’s extremely tempting to strum an acoustic version of a pumped up tune, and stand back while the results are admired, especially if you’re possessed of a wistful voice. Iron and Wine are good at it - Sam Beam does New Order’s Love vigilantes and The Postal Service’s Such great heights as perfectly as you might wish.

But really, that requires no great effort. Lovely as the results might be, it’s the equivalent of sitting round the campfire. It takes considerably more effort to construct a mechanical version of The Smiths, a dub rendition of Pink Floyd or a shoegaze interpretation of Lee Hazelwood and Nancy Sinatra.

We’ve already featured some classic genre-hopping covers on previous episodes (please dig them out via the song index, if you’re so inclined) such as St Etienne’s almighty Only love can break your heart, The Clash’s punky Police and thieves and The Dum Dum Girls’ raucous There is a light that never goes out.

Here’s a fistful of others.

Tracklist:

Where is my mind? Tkay Maizda (origin - Pixies)

Just like heaven, Dinosaur Jr (origin - The Cure)

Some velvet morning, Slowdive (origin - Lee Hazelwood and Nancy Sinatra)

Great dub in the sky, Easy Star All-Stars (origin - Pink Floyd)

Come as you are, Little Roy (origin - Nirvana)

Viva Las Vegas, The Dead Kennedies (origin - Elvis Presley and the Jordanaires)

Have you ever seen the rain, Sweet Whirl, Gregor (origin- Creedence Clearwater Revival)

Someday, Julia Jacklin (origin - The Strokes)

The model, Big Black (origin - Kraftwerk)

All is full of love, Death Cab for Cutie (origin - Bjork)

Paranoid android, El Ten Eleven (origin - Radiohead)

The Light 3000, Schneider TM, KPT.Michi.Gan (origin - The Smiths)

Miss you, The Concretes (origin - The Rolling Stones)

Hold on hope, Glen Campbell (origin - Guided By Voices)

Love will tear us apart, June Tabor, Osyterband (origin - Joy Division)

Episode 84 - Lee 'Scratch' Perry (1936 - 2021): A tribute

I hope you’ll forgive me, but I’ve found a comprehensive obituary for Lee ‘Scratch Perry, who has died aged 85, that I can’t hope to match; so with all due respect to Randall Roberts of the LA Times, I’m going to quote his excellent overview of the great man in full:

“Asked about the revolutionary rhythms and songs created at his Black Ark studios in Kingston, Jamaica, reggae producer, dub innovator and studio icon Lee “Scratch” Perry described a cosmic process occurring deep within his early four-track studio tape recorder.

Although the machine afforded only use of four tracks during production, “I was picking up 20 from the extraterrestrial squad,” he said, adding matter-of-factly, “I am the dub shepherd.”

With his colorfully dyed hair, jangly jewelry, bedazzled hats and neon outfits, Perry presented himself as an eccentric island mystic. The sounds he shepherded across a lifetime behind the mixing board, though, were sophisticated and driven by a laser-like intent that helped change the course of popular music.

Although half a decade prior, George Martin and the Beatles had made grand, studio-built experiments in world-class rooms, Perry in the early 1970s constructed technological workarounds that multiplied the potential at a fraction of the price. Listing his many influential productions for Max Romeo, the Congos, Augustus Pablo, the Meditations and hundreds more might help quantify his contributions, but Perry’s influence extends far beyond reggae and dub.

Among the most innovative producers of the analog recording era, Perry built a ragtag four-track studio centered on a TEAC reel-to-reel, a Soundcraft mixing board, an Echoplex delay box and a Mu-Tron phaser. Seemingly duct-taped together, his gear generated stoned-immaculate sounds and ideas that served as the building blocks of remix culture.

“Rhyming live over records. Subtracting elements from a ‘completed’ song to make a ghostly new one. Studio engineer as creative artist. DJing as performance. Sound-system operators as hero-librarian-curators. It all sprang from Kingston, Jamaica,” electronic music producer and essayist Jace Clayton, who performs as DJ/rupture, wrote in his book “Uproot: Travels in 21st-Century Music and Digital Culture.”

Clayton described Perry and fellow Jamaican dub producer King Tubby as the scene’s “Plato and Socrates, laying down the foundations of contemporary electronic music culture.”

Painter Jean-Michel Basquiat cited Perry’s aesthetic as an inspiration, and his music has been featured in movies including “The Brother From Another Planet,” “Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels,” “The Royal Tenenbaums” and, most recently, director Steve McQueen’s reggae-soundtracked anthology series “Small Axe.”

As news spread of Perry’s death, musicians shared remembrances on social media. Describing “his pioneering spirit and work,” the Beastie Boys’ Mike D and Adam Horovitz wrote that they were “truly grateful to have been inspired by and collaborated with this true legend.”

Steve Albini, who produced the Pixies’ “Surfer Rosa” and Nirvana’s “In Utero,” said Perry’s “records... became talismans for anybody who ever tried to manifest the sound in their head.”

Perry, born Rainford Hugh Perry on March 20, 1936, produced and co-wrote the Bob Marley classic “Punky Reggae Party,” and produced early Marley and Wailers jams including “Keep on Moving,” “Duppy Conqueror” and “Mr. Brown,” as well as the entirety of the Wailers’ 1970 album “Soul Rebels.”

The Perry-produced Junior Murvin hit “Police and Thieves,” a sweetly sung indictment of gangland wars and police brutality, earned Perry popularity among the “punky reggae” crowd when the Clash recorded a version for its debut album. The band invited Perry to produce songs including “Pressure Drop” and “Complete Control.” In 2013, Perry entered the consciousness of a new generation when he was a featured in the video game Grand Theft Auto V as a DJ on a dub and reggae radio station called “The Blue Ark.”

On the 1998 Beastie Boys’ song “Dr. Lee, PhD,” Perry — who at various points nicknamed himself Little, King, Scratch, the Upsetter, Pipecock Jackson, Super Ape, Ringo, Emmanuel, the Rockstone and Small Axe — toasted over a hazy, weed-fueled journey through reverberating organ, bass and drums. “They who want total control always lose control / Some always lose their soul for silver and gold,” Perry shouted in rhythm during the track.

His guiding philosophy, Perry said, involved creating what he called “music that can make wrongs right” by “getting help from God, through space, through the sky, through the firmament, through the earth, through the wind, through the fire.” Organized sound, for Perry, had to be “like a living thing,” and the recorder (“the machine”) “must be alive and intelligent. Then I put my mind into the machine by sending it through the controls and the knobs.”

As a young laborer, Perry took a job clearing rocks for a construction project. Soon, he explained in the liner notes to “Lee ‘Scratch’ Perry: Arkology,” a set that gathered his Black Ark recordings, “I started making positive connections with stones. By throwing stones to stones I start to hear sounds. When the stones clash, I hear like the thunder clash, and I hear the lightning flash, and I hear words, and I don’t know where the words [were] coming from.”

The voices guided him in the late 1950s to Kingston, where he landed a job with producer and Studio One owner Clement “Coxsone” Dodd. Perry was soon scouting for talent — and helping to discover the vocal trio the Maytals. After an unsatisfying stint working with producer Joe Gibbs, Perry formed Upsetter Records and released “People Funny Boy,” his first hit. He followed that with a run of joyful instrumental singles based on themes from spaghetti westerns and action films.

Construction of Black Ark was concluded in late 1973, and the studio quickly became a magnet for vocal groups and solo singers. Born of necessity — and lots and lots of marijuana — Perry’s pre-computer cut-and-paste technology involved razor blades, recording tape, a sharp ear for rhythmic intricacies, thin strips of adhesive ribbon to lock sections together and lots of tummy-rumbling bass. Within a few years, the sound Perry advanced would inspire international superstars including Stevie Wonder, the Rolling Stones and Paul Simon.

As roots reggae’s foremost producer, Perry, wrote essayist and musician David Toop, built “an imaginal chamber over which presided the electronic wizard, evangelist, gossip columnist and Dr. Frankenstein.” In doing so, the producer advanced the idea of remixing already-existing recordings through editing, reverb, electronic effects, reworked rhythm tracks and stuttering vocal edits to create hallucinogenic sound trips that seemed to hit your eardrums like wafts of sunlit ganja-smoke.

Perry used his system’s weaknesses to his advantage: over-saturating tapes with sound waves and manipulating the results; harnessing distortion and feedback for use as sound effects; reversing and slowing tape to transform voices into ghostly moans; feeding drums through electronic echo chambers to make them wobble and jerk. Perry’s 7-minute dub version of Max Romeo’s “Chase the Devil,” called “Disco Devil,” is a lesson in the ways in which repetition, subtraction and silence, combined with sonic accents and pew-pew space-gun noises, could reenergize songs designed for the easy roots-reggae sway transforming Jamaican dance floors in the 1970s.

That distinctive quality was foundational in a music scene where shops such as Rockers International and Randy’s Records promoted both releases and parties, selling new 45s daily from the dozens of labels trying to break their records on the sound-system scene in and around Kingston. The most exciting productions resonated not just in the former British colony of Jamaica but also in the expat community in London and the dense Jamaican population in New York City.

The competition for ears rewarded songs that stuck out, and Perry imbued his music with surprise tones, sonic witticisms and oddly reverbed vocals. As a way to cut costs, the B-sides of singles at the time often featured bass-heavy instrumental “versions” of the A-side.

That reverberating bass was the key to dub, the reggae subgenre that artists including Perry and, earlier, his friend King Tubby invented in the late 1960s. As writer Luke Ehrlich famously described the difference between reggae and dub in an early 1980s essay: “If reggae is Africa in the New World, dub is Africa on the moon.”

When, in 1973, Perry’s band the Upsetters teamed with King Tubby to release “Blackboard Jungle Dub,” the Upsetters became one of the first groups to issue an entire album of dub versions.

Until dub came along, a recording was finished when it was pressed onto a record. King Tubby and Perry advanced the notion that a recording is never really done, since it can be infinitely re-recorded, remixed and reinvigorated anew with each edit. Dub versions also enabled DJs to extend dance-floor enthusiasm well beyond the song’s three-minute mark. Armed with two turntables and 45s, DJs could blend and mix versions on the fly. That practice reverberated in America when the Jamaican-born DJ Kool Herc started doing the same with funk and disco breaks in the Bronx to create the foundations of hip-hop.

Perry was obsessed with making music that was fun, he said, so he giddily experimented in the studio. In the Congos’ ”Children Crying,” Perry slowed down a tape of a crying baby until it roared like a lion. Years before sample culture changed popular music, Perry’s uptempo groover “Station Underground News” found him splicing the recorded chorus of the Chi-Lites’ “(For God’s Sake) Give More Power to the People” directly into the tape to incorporate it into the song. Believing it affected the sound, Perry exhaled streams of ganja smoke onto his tape reels, or buried them in his garden for a few days. For Jah Lion’s “Hay Fever,” a rework of Peggy Lee’s “Fever,” Perry looped into the recording the sound of a squeaking door.

On “Cow Thief Skank,” he merged reel-to-reel tapes of two different rhythm tracks to create a third. To produce one curious percussion sound that he used across his career, Perry stood close to a studio microphone and popped his open mouth with his hand to make a racquet-hitting-ball sound — then used edits and loops of that tape in drum patterns.

And then there was “Heart of the Congos,” the spine-tingling 1977 studio album by vocal duo the Congos. Often cited as Perry’s greatest full-length production, it’s an exquisite work filled with sweetly soulful hymns to Jah. The album found Perry mixing synthetic drums with musicians including Sly Dunbar, Ernest Ranglin and Gregory Isaacs. Singers Cedric Myton and Roydel Johnson offered song that dwelled on questions of biblical proportions involving truth, justice, God and Rastafarian beliefs on the location for the Ark of the Covenant.

“Heart of the Congos” was recorded at Black Ark a few years before a fire of dubious origins destroyed the studio and everything within it. Before Black Ark went up in flames in 1979, an increasingly drunken and stoned Perry had affixed to studio walls cut-out images, artwork, circular 45 labels, headshots and photos of the late Ethiopian emperor Haile Selassie, upon which he had written countless words, symbols and phrases. As relayed in the “Arkology” liner notes, in the days leading up to the blaze, Perry crossed out every “A” and “E” on the wall; at one point, he was spotted carrying a hammer and walking backward around Kingston neighborhoods.

Though Perry was detained on suspicion of arson, he wasn’t charged. But minus a studio, Perry was an untethered presence. It didn’t help that his inheritors had adapted some of Perry’s innovations to create a new sound. Called dancehall, its rise in the early 1980s eclipsed his efforts in the decades that followed. His two “Megaton Dub” albums in the mid-1980s featured solid grooves, but they were no match for the synth-heavy new tracks by Yellowman, Sugar Minott and Frankie Paul.

In England, however, Perry’s influence started seeping into the variant of hip-hop being made in Bristol by Massive Attack, Tricky and Portishead. Called trip hop, the subgenre adopted and amplified Perry’s love of bass and echo. In Europe, minimal electronic producers such as Vladislav Delay, Stefan Betke and Basic Channel absorbed Perry’s vibe to create dub techno. By then, Perry had moved to England and commenced a series of collaborations with peers including Mad Professor, the Scientist and Dub Syndicate. For Perry and Mad Professor’s 2000 album “Techno Dub,” the two went fully digital to explore the depths within silicon chips.

Perry moved to Switzerland in 1989 and married Mireille Campbell-Rüegg soon after. He lived the rest of his life in Zurich, London and Kingston. A constant traveler, Perry was spotted in late 2019 in Highland Park, where he was visiting Stones Throw Records’ studio for a collaboration.

Endlessly creative, Perry popped into studios whenever he had the chance. According to the site Discogs, Perry produced more than 1,100 releases and wrote or co-wrote just as many. Perry issued 222 singles under various monikers and 93 studio albums, as well as 100 compilation packages.

“Rainford,” his final solo album, came out via Adrian Sherwood’s On-U Sound label in 2019, and closes with what sounds like a benediction. “Autobiography of the Upsetter” features Perry recalling in rhythm his birth, youth, upbringing and inspirations. “I am the upsetter,” he chants, well aware that his philosophy upset the status quo and forged new ways of creating and hearing sound. As the music fades, Perry continues for a few measures more: “I am the upsetter,” he repeats before concluding, “I am the black angel.”

Tracklist:

Jungle lion, Lee Scratch Perry, The Upsetters

Small axe, Bob Marley and the Wailers

Double six, U Roy

Blood of Africa, King Tubby, Lee Scratch Perry

Vibrate on, Augustus Pablo meets the Upsetter

Croaking lizard, The Upsetters, Prince Jazzbo

Police and thieves, Junior Murvin

Complete control, The Clash

De Devil Dead, Lee Scratch Perry, Dub Syndicate

Blackboard dub, Lee Scratch Perry

Enter the dragon, Lee Scratch Perry, The Upsetters

Black Ark Vampires, Lee Scratch Perry, Subatomic Soundsystem

Here come the warm dreads, Lee Scratch Perry, Brian Eno


Episode 83 - Andrew McLelland, guest host

Another interview this week.

What an absolute pleasure it was to talk to Andrew McLelland. Andrew introduced me to some very on-brand SF tracks, which was a pleasure to hear.

Some Andrew facts:-

He has performed stand up around the world and written 15 hour-long comedy shows which he has performed at festivals around Australia, the UK and New Zealand since 2003. His past shows have included A Seated Walking Tour of Western Europe, Tie Her To The Tracks (2012 Moosehead recipient), Andrew McClelland’s One Man Stand (2012 Crikey's 'Best of the Fest' award), and Andrew McClelland's Somewhat Accurate History of Pirates (1550-2017) (2004 Piece of Wood Award).

Andrew is also a renowned and successful DJ having performed as Cher’s only support act for all dates of her 2018 Aus/NZ tour. He’s also been head DJ at Time Out Melbourne’s number 1 night club, Mr McClelland’s Finishing School.

He has also had numerous television appearances including The Circle, Spicks and Specks and the Chaser’s War on Everything.

Andrew also performs ‘Lunchtunes’ Tues-Fri, 1-2pm AEDT at www.twitch.tv/djandrewmcclelland

Find him at:

www.djandrewmcclelland.com

www.instagram.com/djandrewmcclelland

www.facebook.com/andrewmcclellandgigs

www.twitter.com/andy_mcclelland

Or enjoy some instagram videos taken by the public of his adventures DJing with Cher at;

https://www.instagram.com/stories/highlights/17920406113222626/

Since I spoke to Andrew a couple of things have happened. Melbourne came out of lockdown … then almost immediately returned, where, as of late August 2021, we remain. And I played a They Might Be Giants track on the Sparks episode – though technically Andrew is quite right and not a bare-faced speaker of untruths, as I had not at the moment we recorded.

Also, my last words “See you in a couple of weeks” are also untrue. I’ll see you next week, in fact (also time-stamped August 2021). The future makes a fool of us all.

Tracklist:

Handsome Devil, The Smiths

Clover over Dover, Blur

Sunlight in a jar, The Lucksmiths

They’ll need a crane, They Might Be Giants

The Auld Triangle, Chris Thile and others

Your hand in mine, Explosions in the Sky

The leanover, Life Without Buildings

My heart is a drummer, Allo darlin’

Ben Franklin’s Song, The Decemberists

The band’s broken up, Modern Giant

Sure, Hatchie

Episode 82 - Confessional songs

Times when a singer or band expose their personal experiences to record are sometimes called ‘confessional’ songs and, faute de mieux, that’s what I’ve called this episode.

It’s not a great description. It makes it sound as if a singer has done something wrong. It’s become associated with long-haired girls from Laurel Canyon gently strumming. Confessional singers write other songs about taxis and parks and the government as well. Non-confessional singers write autobiographical songs about Strawberry Fields and Penny Lane. Joni Mitchell would descend into one of her late-period paroxysms of rage if described as such. But it’ll have to do.

There are any number of bands and singers I could have featured in this episode. Julia Jacklin’s sad “Don’t know how to keep loving you”. Mark Kozelek, who’s spent the last 10 years speak-singing his diary on stage. Johnny Rotten by his mother’s death bed. Magazine, shot by both sides as the post-punk wars began. Et cetera. Then there are all the established artists who tread this path.

Lana Del Rey has spent many years honing her autobiographical craft which triumphed on the Norman Fucking Rockwell album. Neil Young’s Thrasher on Rust Never Sleeps is an elegant explanation of why he left the canyon and headed for the margins.

One of the highlights since Sombrero Fallout began is the emergence of so many brilliant female artists, singing sardonically of being a pretty girl, what it’s like to suffer micro-aggressions, or songs with no agenda at all. There’s a few on this episode and many more elsewhere. As I mentioned on the pod this feels like a grim week in history. So let’s celebrate where and when we can.

And I’m ever keen to keep an eye out for the mix of old favourites and debutants. Great to see Everyone Everywhere, Sharon van Etten, Sebadoh, Frankie Cosmos, Phoebe Bridgers, Cursive, John Grant, Pedro the Lion, Judee Sill and Motion City Soundtrack getting their first outing. I’m sure it won’t be the last time for any of them.

Tracklist:

I feel exhausted, Everyone Everywhere

Vacation, Florist

Serpents, Sharon van Etten

Magnet’s coil, Sebadoh

Sappho, Frankie Cosmos

Motion sickness, Phoebe Bridgers

The recluse, Cursive

Lost cause, Beck

JC hates faggots, John Grant

Options, Pedro the Lion

Stay free, The Clash

Crayon angels, Judee Sill

Reason to believe, Tim Hardin

L.G. FUAD, Motion City Soundtrack

Blue, Joni Mitchell

Episode 81 - The Sparks Brothers and their legacy

May 1974. In a cul-de-sac in Coventry I was turning 12 years-old in two weeks’ time. The month before my father had left home and gone to work in South Africa. He wasn’t coming back.

This was something of a relief, to be honest, as the warring factions within our household had been reduced by one significant combatant. Now just my brother and mother were left, locked into their endless campaign of skirmishes and battles. I can’t even remember what about now. Soon my brother, six years older than me, would leave home too.

So, perhaps – amateur psychology alert - I was on the lookout for a replacement father figure in my life. I was also interviewing for the vacancy of empathetic older brother.

Thursday night, after fish fingers and peas – a sign of greater austerity measures to come as my father and his chequebook went missing somewhere in Pretoria – it was time for washing up and the last ten minutes of Tomorrow’s World. Wild speculation about mobile phones. Then, a highlight of the week: it’s 7.20 and time for Top of the Pops.

A rubbish episode.

If Italian songstress Gigliola Cinquetti triggered any of my burgeoning eleven-year-old hormones, I don’t recall. I think I was in a pre-burgeoned state. Fellow Coventrian Vince Hill (“Among My Souvenirs”) raised a comment from my mother, as she remembered him from Youth Club parties. He seemed a bit aloof, she recalled.

Paper Lace, The Wombles, The Bay City Rollers and The Rubettes alerted every disaffected 16 year-old in the country that a revolution couldn’t come soon enough. We had to wait another two years for them to take up arms and invent punk, but you can see why it was necessary. However, there was one act that made even compere Noel Edmonds raise an eyebrow. And it changed my view of what music could be, more or less permanently.

This Town Ain’t Big Enough For Both Of Us. The band, Sparks. The record, incredible. Packed with the sort of thing I didn’t know was possible. A song which sneered at machismo and dense with brilliant lyricism. I saw a fun-loving older brother I’d been seeking: Russell, owning the stage.

And there too, even more happily, was my missing father. Like the young boy in Jojo Rabbit who adopts a sympathetic fantasy Hitler, hello to Ron Mael. (I later discovered the weird parallels of them being brothers and losing their own father at the same age as Ron.) Toothbrush moustache, unflinching amidst the gunshots, dressed like a dad should be, straight from the Eisenhower era. Stern, but in my living room, and watching over me, like a father should.

Next day at school, there was only one question on all our lips. Did you see that guy who looked like Hitler? But in a classroom where I was the only single-parent family, the answer in my head was – that wasn’t Hitler, that was my dad.

Tracklist:

Amateur hour, Sparks

Love buzz, Nirvana

I wish you were fun, Sparks

Istanbul (not Constantinople), They Might Be Giants

Bon voyage, Sparks

Animal nitrate, Suede

The number one song in heaven, Sparks

Temptation, New Order

Equator, Sparks

Air, Talking Heads

This town ain’t big enough for both of us, Sparks

All my friends, LCD Soundsystem

Police encounters, FFS