Vinyl Tap is the laziest, smuggest, factually inaccurate, tenuous and gratuitous name dropping of an excuse for a programme around. Not to mention (as others have pointed out), sprinkled with “double-dipping.” Furthermore two (used to be three) heads of the same family are in the publicly funded radio trough. Glad others see through this phoniness — see Aaron…
Here are two very different superb interpretations — the first by Baby Huey; the second by Bobby Womack. These guys so easily and classily rework a classic song squeezing out new nuances. Isaac Hayes and Rod Stewart also had this ability, something that most covers these days fail to do. Both BW and IH reinterpret Bacharach &…
One of the most powerful (yet capable of immense subtlety) voices I’ve come across of late. This album is exceptional in the choice of material, superbly recorded (not over-produced) and last, but not least, backed by a very strong lineup of musicians including Tommy Sancton and Lars Edegran — and that’s class that really does shine through. Yes,…
John Lydon thankfully has the balls, the independence of mind, the honesty, the integrity and the intelligence to carry the baton that Frank Zappa held for so long — they have the same vested interests and moral hypocrites in their sights. John called out that fucker Jimmy Saville way back in ’78 but of course…
New single by The Relatives of Dallas. Their The Electric Word was powerful stuff. I assume that there is a new album in the making. acid funkfunkgospelmusicsoulthe relatives of dallas
If your taste falls within the Creedence–Little Feat–Lil’ Band O’ Gold-ZZ Top–Gatemouth Brown–The Band realm with a dash of Zappa and Black Sabbath (and much more besides), all wrapped up in a highly delectable super gritty melodious acid driving funk groove — then you won’t be disappointed with Deltaphonic’s album Texas, Texas. They defy dumb…
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This great talent born on this day. The Telegraph obit (Stones photograph dates incorrect)/The Guardian obit bobby womackfunkgospelmusicrhythm and bluessoul
It’s been just over 40 years since Station to Station was released, arguably Bowie’s (and by definition rock’s) finest album. I realize that it’s not immediately obvious that this work deserves this slot — it certainly didn’t at the time — but somehow we sensed something rather unusual was going on and for Bowie fans (and critics) who by…
Our great Southern songwriter lays in a recliner, feet propped up into a blanket that covers legs made thin by a cancer whose patience has worn out. Those legs used to amble around one hell of man — a tall, ruggedly handsome man’s man and raconteur gifted in music and conversation. — full article here.…
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