When the football has been a bit rubbish I always end up getting my mood up by revisiting the late 70s
In this 2001 recording, Dave channels his spirit of The Lizard King and the boys and girl go for it in Gothic Psychedelic excess....lovely. It was the first album that The Captain played on in 19 years and without Rat, after 24 years service. Top stuff though and from the same album something a bit poppier.... ...it's well over time for them to make it back onto the set list
1979 was a great year for music so over the next few months there will be a number of these and I apologise that some will be duplicates of songs posted previously but 40 years ago we had the Top Of The Pops debut of this absolute classic, whilst they never really made it big and some might say that this song was their peak they released 2 classic 70s new wave albums and still tour today
They're very good live. I was at this gig and it's a cracking version of Larry Wallis' original. The bloke who filmed this must have been stood right in front of us.... Mrs B loves punk songs about coppers and bands with police in the name. She dragged me to see Police Bastard in Blackpool. It wasn't for me but there you go....One of our mates always played this for her when we could make his gigs... My personal favourite, real pointers to London Calling on this track...
Having touched upon The Clash, I've ended up in the middle discs of Sandinista and recall how much I loved this... Mick always got the melancholy ones to sing, they suited his voice. This condemnation of tower block and inner city living and what it does to people is a further visit to the subject matter of Lost in the Supermarket/London's Burning. In this post-Grenfell world, it's hard not to be struck by the lines... The towers of London, these crumbling rocks Reality estates that the hero's got And every hour's marked by the chime of a clock What you gonna do when the darkness surrounds? You can piss in the lifts which have broken down You can watch from the debris the last bedroom light We're invisible here just past midnight And the wives hate their husbands, the husbands don't care Their children daub slogans to prove they lived there A giant pipe organ up in the air You can't live in a home which should not have been built By the bourgeois clerks who bear no guilt When the wind hits this building this building it tilts One day it will surely fall to the ground Fear is just another commodity here They sell us peeping holes to peek when we hear A bang on the door resoundingly clear Who would really want to move in here? The children play faraway, the corridors are bare This room is a cage, it's like captivity How can anyone exist in such misery?
Another 40 year anniversary - Sids death, I was never convinced that he was a great talent but he was in The pistols and the covers on the Great Rock N Roll Swindle were ok
Last week, I put up details of Slider appearing in the bar under The Holmesdale Road End at the Palace v Spurs game. Here's some footage. It's not very good but it gives an idea of what's possible... Dear Mr Levy, Please can we have something like this at our games? Maybe in the South Stand before/after the game. Play live music and people will sing and drink and stay longer and come back more often. Let's ****ing do it!! Yours respectfully. Brian (a little bit pissed) This was Jam(med) - see what I did there? - at half time in a tiny space. I was stuck up the far end of the Main Stand. The only good thing about the day and I couldn't see it...
I'm feeling a bit blue today, so here's some Country & Western... Bluuuue.....and......white.......arrrrmyyyyy!
