Primal Scream - Kill All Hippies (WTS Popkid No.2)

 

Once upon a time, Kris Kristofferson sat down and wrote "Me and Bobby McGee". My younger self would not have appreciated the reference, by the way. Punk rock put me through a fanatically anti-hippie phase, and this is something that I admit has not yet gone away. Could this humble blog post paraphrase this classic song as "Me and Bobby G"? After all, Primal Scream was a mainstay of my music diet since I left my parents' record collection to find my own way. Back when the internet was still the stuff of a sci-fi writer's imagination, I obviously didn't have the knowledge I have now. I grew up just by listening to a band that sounded like the Byrds at first and then like the MC5 and the Stones, and I had no problem with that. Even their acid house delirium seemed fantastic to me!

I now know though that Bobby Gillespie and I have a lot in common — more than I once thought. We both come from working-class families and our parents instilled in us a sense of political awareness, Marxism and pride in our social background. We are still fanatical supporters of the football clubs we grew up with and we love the music, books and films that shaped us as individuals with the same passion. Although Bobby is a little older than me, he is just as fanatical about rock 'n' roll mythology as I am. I imagine he still spends his money on records and books, just like he did back then — and just like I do.

We are also different in (many) other ways. He is the leader of one of the greatest British bands the last 40 years, while I am a network engineer doing nothing that interesting. He used to be the drummer in the most influential band of his generation, the Jesus and Mary Chain, and I am still a network administrator. An when I'm bored and have a little free time, I sit down and write little stories on my blog that probably no one cares about. OK I also share some knowledge and geekiness about the subcultures that shaped us and music that companies normally shouldn't chase. But we live in a capitalist society, so at least we know what to expect.

So, as my typical habits dictated, I wanted to make a compilation to transfer to my iPod for my summer vacation. I wanted it to contain a mix of well-known and obscure tracks. So I did just that and the more I listened to that selection, the more confident I became that this is perhaps the best collection of Primal Scream songs ever compiled by someone (the little devil on my shoulder tells me to relax, but I won't). Companies always concentrated on singles and greatest hits material, but I strongly believe that this one has everything for both newcomers and Primal Scream aficionados.

I then thought, "What's to stop me sharing it in my usual socialist way?" And here it is!

The Taxi Boys - Taxi Boys (White Trash Soul Real R'n'R No.1)

 

The poor sales of the Real Kids’ first LP prompted Felice to become a roadie for the Ramones, but soon after returned to Boston and formed the Taxi Boys (the name was obviously taken from an old Real Kids song), whose two EPs continued the Real Kids' tradition of the highly energetic 60s influenced garage rock 'n' roll, only a little poppier production wise. Felice and the gang (half former Real Kids members and half future ones) are in fine form on both. The Taxi Boys dates from 1980 to 1981, and the last thing they released was in 1982, but by then they had returned to the Real Kids name again. After all, all these songs were written as Kids songs, according to John Felice. 

Gathered here are all their recordings as Taxi Boys of course and if you need a few pointers to go on, there's still plenty of Eddie Cochran guitars and Heartbreakers-esque melodies, only this time filtered through the Shoes or the Flamin Groovies from the late 70s point of view. 

The Sonics - Live & Home Recordings, 1964 (White Trash Soul 60s Punk No.1)

In terms of savagery and frenzy, they were the closest thing ever to Little Richard, just a little more amped up (ok, VERY!). The Sonics were white trash souls like you and me, absolutely and madly in love with R&B and rock'n'roll. Punks like the Parypa brothers, Gerrie Roslie, Bob Bennett and Rob Lind paved the way for anti-racist behaviour, not Elvis. Roaring guitars, pounding drums and fevered howls trying to imitate their black idols invented punk rock in the garages of their fathers around the world, not Malcolm McLaren. And dad Parypa recorded almost every Sonics rehearsal in the early 60s, including, of course, these ones. The live recordings are captured by a man in Seattle named Doug Patterson, who owned an Ampex tape machine and frequently wrote on tape the Teen Time shows on KTNT-AM Tacoma Radio to collect songs for his own teenage garage band. Fandom indeed! Since these recordings were made before the release of their debut single "The Witch", the focus is on covers and instros and the audio is definitely good for AM radio broadcasts that are six decades old.

This homemade product/selection comes from Norton's "Savage Young Sonics" and "Busy Body!!! Live in Tacoma, 1964". If you don't already have these, head over and buy the vinyl — it contains some of the rawest punk rock ever recorded!

The Cannibals - Pure Trash (White Trash Soul R&B Series No.16)

 

A few days ago, I read online that Mike Spenser of the Count Bishops and the Cannibals is in poor health. I've made several posts about him and his bands in the early days of this blog. I guess it's time to restore some things, at least for the younger ones.

Mike Spenser grew up in Brooklyn and became an important figure in the British garage punk scene in the 80s. He played with The Cannibals, ran club nights, a record label and hosted radio shows. Before that, he had experienced far more than many of his peers, for instance he witnessed the original Rolling Stones and hung out with the New York Dolls. He was friends with Joe Strummer from the 101ers days and helped form The Clash by turning down Mick Jones to be the singer in his new band. Hell, even McLaren courted him for fronting the Sex Pistols!

The Cannibals are exactly what their name says. The most primitive thing to come out of England in the late 70s and throughout the 80s, and they were the founders of ‘trash'. The term was coined one day when the Cannibals—many of whom later formed the Inmates—were riding in his old van. They decided they needed a name for their music. They weren't punk in the conventional sense, but they certainly embodied the punk ethos. They were musicians steeped in the traditions of rock 'n' roll, R&B, and garage punk. Then Mike said, "We're trash, pure and simple."

This is an assortment of songs from every period of their career, showcasing a range of their lineups and releases. Some of these songs are rare, while others are more widely available. As with all the compilaltions I share, this one was created for my own joy at first. This is not wimpy stuff mate - it's all raw, raging real rock 'n' roll with lots of ripping guitars, tons of fuzz, and mostly screaming vocals.

Get well soon Mike!

Icky Renrut - The Icky Renrut Sessions (White Trash Soul R&B Series No.15)

Icky Renrut, a not-so-well-guarded pseudonym of the ever hustler string-puller Ike Turner and his raw 50's R&B St. Louis recordings of the Kings Of Rhythm are some of the hardest and wildest that Ikey and his whammy-bar guitar ever put on wax, an essential black rock'n'rollercoaster drive! Captured to tape long before Tina came on the scene, loud and aggressive as hell, it really is indescribably hard. I mean, "Jack Rabbit" is a Richard Penniman-entrenched banger with a truly unreal insanity that has to be heard to be believed! Turner released two singles on the Stevens label (No. 104 and No. 107) under the anagram "Icky Renrut" because he was still under contract with Sun for a few months and he didn't want to cause friction with Sam Phillips, and both rockers feature singer Jimmy Thomas. 

The legendary instrumental "Prancin'" with staccato outbursts, bends over the fretboard, ultra-fast finger vibrato and smooth chords was shelved until 1961 when Ike Turner’s Kings of Rhythm re-recorded it as "Prancing" with a horn section for Sue Records. Here's the original from 1959. "The Rooster" reveals that Turner had his ear pressed to the radio whenever Duane Eddy or Link Wray came on, and "Hey Hey" was another Little Richard-esque stormer! And you know what? I LIKE IKE! I know he was a lousy person in real life, but when it comes to music, he's really on par with Johnny Otis and Muddy Waters for me. And oh, Jimi Hendrix was just another guitarist compared to him, actually there is no comparison to Ike Turner with the many guitar "gods" of yours.

AUTHENTIC 50s PUNK! 

Kid Thomas - Wail, Baby Wail, The Complete Singles (White Trash Soul R&B Series No.8)

 

"Kid Thomas, aka Tommy Louis, aka Tommy Lewis, was and is one of the great unsung heroes of that crazy kind of music that skirts the fine line between blues and straight-out rock & roll. Though success constantly eluded him throughout his career, it wasn't for lack of talent. With a powerful voice that could emit banshee wails and Little Richard howls with consummate ease, and a harmonica style that, at his best ("Rockin This Joint Tonight"), sounded like Little Walter powered by a vacuum cleaner, Kid Thomas was a man who knew how to rock the joint, indeed." - Cub Coda

Chronicling Kid Thomas' entire recorded output is an ongoing affair, I guess. I tried not to mess with the alternate takes or acetates, I just wanted to create a compendious selection by this underrated maverick that brings together all officially released recordings for beginners (or not). And that's what you get this time, the Federal debut (an upbeat workout on Howlin' Wolf's "Smokestack Lightning" that kills), and all the wild West Coast recordings made under the various names that you read already in the first lines.

The Hound described perfectly on his blog the Ricardito like screamers of that era: "Wail Baby Wail" is another full on Little Richard inspired rocker in the same vein as "Rockin' This Joint Tonight", only this one features guitarist Marshall Hooks' insane soloing which sounds like Ike Turner undergoing electro shock therapy.

Kid Thomas to me is what Esquerita was to Norton records. Ma blog's fret pet and icon. The uncelebrated hero I always wanted to find. I mean, he sat with Muddy Waters, Bo Diddley and Little Walter, he played with Hound Dog Taylor, Magic Sam and Otis Rush and idolized the one and only Little Richard! In the late 60s, he worked for everything from cheap beer bars to private parties (he was hired by Dean Martin at one of them for fuck's sake!) or as a truck driver to make the rent. One day accidentally he ran over a young child. Poor kid's father killed him with a shot in the head outside the court and that was the end. A sad finish to a life of almost making it... 

Bunker Hill with Link Wray & The Raymen - The Mala Singles (White Trash Soul R&B Series No.6)

It was either "Back From The Grave 4"or "Talkin' Trash" compilation that I've crashed for the first time this manic piece of rock'n'roll at a certainly young age. In any case it was Tim Warren's fault. I can still clearly remember my reaction to this Little Richard loaded on speed drugs type of recording. Perhaps the first time ever punk rock was documented. The echo, the sloppy fierce band playing (at the time I wasn't aware that Link and his gang was behind), everything came and gone in less than two minutes leaving my mind, my stereo speakers and my place burnt down.

Then times moved nearer the internet age and Norton Records' "Missing Links" series. I was already a huge fan of Linkster but I knew nothing about Bunker Hill. I was still in the process to discover who this cat was. To make a long story short and not boring you with my personal memories after MANY hours of google searching and fanzines reading (Kicks of course included) I found out that Bunker Hill was a professional boxer and a gospel singer with The Mighty Clouds of Joy, under the name of David Walker. 

When the other DC cat of our story heard him for the first time he nearly lost his mind. The Wray brothers (Link on guitar, Doug on drums and Vernon as a producer along with Shorty Horton on bass) rushed him into their home studio and set up two sessions. David as a singer of a very prestigious gospel group like The Mighty Clouds was afraid to record with his real name for the devil's music, so the gang decided to baptize him again as Bunker Hill. 

In 1962 Vernon took the master tapes to Arthur Yale and Jack Fine, who ran Mala Records, and the company released all three Bunker Hill singles within the next two years. All three records sold amazingly well. Hell, "Hide & Go Seek Parts 1&2" even climbed into Billboard's Hot 100!
Mala Records had still some inaugural Bunker Hill material in their vault (including nowadays lost track "Jungle Dan"), and they were planning to produce a whole album. For reasons unknown to me this sadly never happened. The last Bunker & Raymen single came out in September 1963 and it originated from the same '62 session as the previous recordings, this time with "The Girl Can't Dance" included. The flip was "You Can't Make Me Doubt My Baby", as adjusted from "You Can't Make Me Doubt" by The Gospelaires.

I have never really recovered from that first time I told/wrote you in the first lines. Everybody knows that I'm a faithful pilgrim to the Little Richard's chapel but I've never witnessed the King and Queen of Rock'n'Roll screams his lungs out like a sermon preacher in a fire & brimstone black church nor any other ever since!