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Blurt – The Best Of Blurt Vol 1:The Fish Needs A Bike

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Those who remember the early '80s may still more vaguely remember poet Ted Milton, he of the shrieking vocals, absurdist song titles and extreme aversion to sideburns. His wailing saxophone wasn't unique back then?Lora Logic, James Chance, Clock DVA and Biting Tongues among others melded post-punk with free jazz to wildly expressive effect. Expectations that this collection might be an anomalous musical quirk are comprehensively dispelled here?Milton matches eloquent playing with angular guitar fury. Well worth rediscovering.

Those who remember the early ’80s may still more vaguely remember poet Ted Milton, he of the shrieking vocals, absurdist song titles and extreme aversion to sideburns. His wailing saxophone wasn’t unique back then?Lora Logic, James Chance, Clock DVA and Biting Tongues among others melded post-punk with free jazz to wildly expressive effect. Expectations that this collection might be an anomalous musical quirk are comprehensively dispelled here?Milton matches eloquent playing with angular guitar fury. Well worth rediscovering.

Steve Earle – Early Tracks

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After ditching young Earle from their roster in the mid-'80s, Epic subsequently rush-released this in 1987, in the wake of MCA breakthrough Guitar Town. Rounding up four-track debut EP Pink And Black ('82) alongside a clutch of 45s with the proto-Dukes, it's little more than straightahead roots rockabilly, albeit with a spunky twang. The 1984 B-side "Devil's Right Hand" (later revived for Copperhead Road) is pick of the bunch, but the Nashville gloss on "The Crush" and "A Little Bit In Love" will have you groping for the sick bag. The only way was up.

After ditching young Earle from their roster in the mid-’80s, Epic subsequently rush-released this in 1987, in the wake of MCA breakthrough Guitar Town. Rounding up four-track debut EP Pink And Black (’82) alongside a clutch of 45s with the proto-Dukes, it’s little more than straightahead roots rockabilly, albeit with a spunky twang. The 1984 B-side “Devil’s Right Hand” (later revived for Copperhead Road) is pick of the bunch, but the Nashville gloss on “The Crush” and “A Little Bit In Love” will have you groping for the sick bag. The only way was up.

Creedence Clearwater Revival – Bad Moon Rising: The Best Of

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Back around the cusp of the '70s, Creedence became America's most popular band. Full stop. With John Fogerty's uncanny ability to weld a country sensibility to an immediate rock'n'roll beat, the retro-in-motion quartet notched up 15 Top 20 hits yet kept their credibility as an albums act who could knock spots off anyone on stage. Bad Moon Rising is a no-nonsense summation of a career which mirrors CCR's plaid-and-denim image and still sounds agreeably rough around the edges. Standout numbers like the anti-'Nam "Fortunate Son", "Green River" and "Up Around The Bend" buzz with energy and commitment. A genuine Americana for the masses. And not a duffer in sight.

Back around the cusp of the ’70s, Creedence became America’s most popular band. Full stop. With John Fogerty’s uncanny ability to weld a country sensibility to an immediate rock’n’roll beat, the retro-in-motion quartet notched up 15 Top 20 hits yet kept their credibility as an albums act who could knock spots off anyone on stage. Bad Moon Rising is a no-nonsense summation of a career which mirrors CCR’s plaid-and-denim image and still sounds agreeably rough around the edges. Standout numbers like the anti-‘Nam “Fortunate Son”, “Green River” and “Up Around The Bend” buzz with energy and commitment.

A genuine Americana for the masses. And not a duffer in sight.

Various Artists – Under The Influence: Paul Weller

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Following those of Morrissey and Ian Brown, Weller's Under The Influence is more surprising than his detractors might expect. Dead certs like Townshend and Marriott are absent for starters, though not so the irresistible Ray Davies (The Kinks' grimly satirical "Big Black Smoke"). Often dismissed as a mod stalwart, if nothing else, this confirms Weller's eclectic ear for black music, from reggae (Big Youth) and soul (Marvin Gaye) to gospel and jazz (Coltrane and a particularly challenging Mingus jam).

Following those of Morrissey and Ian Brown, Weller’s Under The Influence is more surprising than his detractors might expect. Dead certs like Townshend and Marriott are absent for starters, though not so the irresistible Ray Davies (The Kinks’ grimly satirical “Big Black Smoke”).

Often dismissed as a mod stalwart, if nothing else, this confirms Weller’s eclectic ear for black music, from reggae (Big Youth) and soul (Marvin Gaye) to gospel and jazz (Coltrane and a particularly challenging Mingus jam).

Michael Jackson – Number Ones

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In the past 50 years, only Presley and Monroe have endured Jackson's level of iconic ubiquity. A gruesomely fascinating character, he reveals nothing of himself on record. There's plenty going on behind the scenes, but precious little makes it onto disc. You'd never guess from this collection that he's a sexual/racial polymorph with irrational urges who's spent 25 years going mad. It starts brilliantly. "Don't Stop Till You Get Enough" explodes with fey abandon. "Rock With You", Rod Temperton's finest hour, is an exquisite performance. But the music gets duller as Jackson gets weirder. Awesome in its cold perfection, "Billie Jean" is the transitional moment. Denial and self-control are the watchwords now. He might be pirouetting and moonwalking, but he's paralysed by fame. On "Beat It", black narcissus re-emerges as slick hoodlum (aka the "Smooth Criminal"), with his arsenal of vocal tics and body jerks. It's his last great hit. His LP titles offer increasingly unconvincing boasts. He's the Thriller! He's Bad! He's Dangerous! In 2001, enfeebled by scandal, he declares himself Invincible. The singles ring equally false. For the Sting-for-weenies that is "Earth Song" he's an eco-warrior. The asinine "Black Or White" recasts him as the Martin Luther King of rock-disco. On "The Way You Make Me Feel" he's a regular horny guy. "You Are Not Alone" and the new "One More Chance" peddle the oddest fiction: Jackson as lothario. R Kelly? He needs a sympathetic collaborator, not a hack on porn charges. Four landmark Number Ones, followed by 14 attempts to recapture their energy and honesty. Hardly Beatles 1, is it? The King Of Pop is royally fucked up. Wish he'd make a record acknowledging that.

In the past 50 years, only Presley and Monroe have endured Jackson’s level of iconic ubiquity. A gruesomely fascinating character, he reveals nothing of himself on record. There’s plenty going on behind the scenes, but precious little makes it onto disc. You’d never guess from this collection that he’s a sexual/racial polymorph with irrational urges who’s spent 25 years going mad.

It starts brilliantly. “Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough” explodes with fey abandon. “Rock With You”, Rod Temperton’s finest hour, is an exquisite performance. But the music gets duller as Jackson gets weirder.

Awesome in its cold perfection, “Billie Jean” is the transitional moment. Denial and self-control are the watchwords now. He might be pirouetting and moonwalking, but he’s paralysed by fame. On “Beat It”, black narcissus re-emerges as slick hoodlum (aka the “Smooth Criminal”), with his arsenal of vocal tics and body jerks. It’s his last great hit. His LP titles offer increasingly unconvincing boasts. He’s the Thriller! He’s Bad! He’s Dangerous! In 2001, enfeebled by scandal, he declares himself Invincible.

The singles ring equally false. For the Sting-for-weenies that is “Earth Song” he’s an eco-warrior. The asinine “Black Or White” recasts him as the Martin Luther King of rock-disco. On “The Way You Make Me Feel” he’s a regular horny guy. “You Are Not Alone” and the new “One More Chance” peddle the oddest fiction: Jackson as lothario. R Kelly? He needs a sympathetic collaborator, not a hack on porn charges.

Four landmark Number Ones, followed by 14 attempts to recapture their energy and honesty. Hardly Beatles 1, is it? The King Of Pop is royally fucked up. Wish he’d make a record acknowledging that.

Tori Amos – Tales Of A Librarian

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Drawing on her albums from 1992's Little Earthquakes to 1999's To Venus And Back, this collection tracks the numerous crests and vicissitudes of Tori Amos'singular singer songwriter career. She avoids the fatuous histrionics of an Alanis Morissette, the bland, beige warblings of a Dido and the entrapment of the celeb'n'chick brigade who dominate pop's 'post-feminist' era (satirised here on "Cornflake Girl"). Rather, Amos'career has been a means of purging her most traumatic experiences, including a rape and a miscarriage, as well as scourging the multiple forces of patriarchy, from religion to not one but two George Bushes. These tracks have been refurbished and now gleam with a 21st-century sheen. This is most conspicuous on "Precious Things", from Little Earthquakes, whose brittle strings, scar-like guitars and pianos scampering—as if down mental labyrinths—are more pronounced here. "Winter" and "Crucify" are present, too, their too-pretty strings belying the burgeoning rage of the songs—though on the bleak, concussed a cappella of "Me And A Gun"it's unmistakable. Under The Pink (1994) saw Amos loosen up musically and gain in self-confidence, as the almost comical squeaks and stresses of the sarcastically solicitous "God"indicate. On 1996's Boys For Pele she asserted her independence and myriad strengths further by engaging in a sort of musical dressing up, with the gospel chorus of "Way Down"and the volcanic, lustful eruption of the dance remix of "Professional Widow", Tori turning predator. However, 1998's From The Choirgirl Hotel was made under the cloud of a recent miscarriage and saw a return to a more open, vulnerable lyrical style on the self excoriating, honky tonk tinged "Playboy Mommy". Still, she shrouded her songs in a richer musical weave, and the more contented To Venus And Back, represented here by "Bliss", is bathed in the liquid metal of state of the art studio technology. On Tales Of A Librarian, Amos has chosen to classify the track listing non-chronologically according to the Dewey Decimal System. However, this does work, as songs are juxtaposed thematically—"Angels", one of two new compositions here, a bitter reflection on the recent Iraq war and the 'patriotic'quiescence that allowed it, is followed by 1992's "Silent All These Years", the song adopted by the Rape And National Incest Network. Then, as now, Amos touches raw nerves like no other singer songwriter.

Drawing on her albums from 1992’s Little Earthquakes to 1999’s To Venus And Back, this collection tracks the numerous crests and vicissitudes of Tori Amos’singular singer songwriter career. She avoids the fatuous histrionics of an Alanis Morissette, the bland, beige warblings of a Dido and the entrapment of the celeb’n’chick brigade who dominate pop’s ‘post-feminist’ era (satirised here on “Cornflake Girl”). Rather, Amos’career has been a means of purging her most traumatic experiences, including a rape and a miscarriage, as well as scourging the multiple forces of patriarchy, from religion to not one but two George Bushes. These tracks have been refurbished and now gleam with a 21st-century sheen.

This is most conspicuous on “Precious Things”, from Little Earthquakes, whose brittle strings, scar-like guitars and pianos scampering—as if down mental labyrinths—are more pronounced here. “Winter” and “Crucify” are present, too, their too-pretty strings belying the burgeoning rage of the songs—though on the bleak, concussed a cappella of “Me And A Gun”it’s unmistakable.

Under The Pink (1994) saw Amos loosen up musically and gain in self-confidence, as the almost comical squeaks and stresses of the sarcastically solicitous “God”indicate. On 1996’s Boys For Pele she asserted her independence and myriad strengths further by engaging in a sort of musical dressing up, with the gospel chorus of “Way Down”and the volcanic, lustful eruption of the dance remix of “Professional Widow”, Tori turning predator. However, 1998’s From The Choirgirl Hotel was made under the cloud of a recent miscarriage and saw a return to a more open, vulnerable lyrical style on the self excoriating, honky tonk tinged “Playboy Mommy”. Still, she shrouded her songs in a richer musical weave, and the more contented To Venus And Back, represented here by “Bliss”, is bathed in the liquid metal of state of the art studio technology.

On Tales Of A Librarian, Amos has chosen to classify the track listing non-chronologically according to the Dewey Decimal System. However, this does work, as songs are juxtaposed thematically—”Angels”, one of two new compositions here, a bitter reflection on the recent Iraq war and the ‘patriotic’quiescence that allowed it, is followed by 1992’s “Silent All These Years”, the song adopted by the Rape And National Incest Network. Then, as now, Amos touches raw nerves like no other singer songwriter.

Rock City

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This is an amazing find on a par with the recent Beale Street Green 'legit' bootleg of Big Star rarities and outtakes. Rock City were the band featuring singer-guitarist Christopher Bell and drummer Jody Stephens?one half of the legendary Memphis power-pop unit. And Rock City contains 11 of the songs they recorded during 1969-70 while Alex Chilton was recovering from his brush with teen idolatry courtesy of The Box Tops, plus one when they morphed into Icewater just before Chilton and bassist Andy Hummel joined. John Fry, who worked on #1 Record, Radio City and Third/Sister Lovers, engineered while Ardent boss Terry Manning played Moog and assorted period gizmos. Aside from a gorgeous piece of Zombies-style baroque art-balladry called "The Preacher", there are early versions of "My Life Is Right", written by Bell and Rock City frontman Terry Eubanks, and "Try Again", on which Alex sings backing vocals. "Lovely Lady" is "When My Baby's Beside Me" in all but name. And Icewater's prototype "Feel" (side one, track one of # 1 Record) sounds uncannily ahead of its time. All that and archive photos of Chris Bell. O my soul!

This is an amazing find on a par with the recent Beale Street Green ‘legit’ bootleg of Big Star rarities and outtakes. Rock City were the band featuring singer-guitarist Christopher Bell and drummer Jody Stephens?one half of the legendary Memphis power-pop unit. And Rock City contains 11 of the songs they recorded during 1969-70 while Alex Chilton was recovering from his brush with teen idolatry courtesy of The Box Tops, plus one when they morphed into Icewater just before Chilton and bassist Andy Hummel joined. John Fry, who worked on #1 Record, Radio City and Third/Sister Lovers, engineered while Ardent boss Terry Manning played Moog and assorted period gizmos. Aside from a gorgeous piece of Zombies-style baroque art-balladry called “The Preacher”, there are early versions of “My Life Is Right”, written by Bell and Rock City frontman Terry Eubanks, and “Try Again”, on which Alex sings backing vocals. “Lovely Lady” is “When My Baby’s Beside Me” in all but name. And Icewater’s prototype “Feel” (side one, track one of # 1 Record) sounds uncannily ahead of its time. All that and archive photos of Chris Bell. O my soul!

Various Artists – The Ultimate ’50s And ’60s Rockin’ Horror Disc

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Post-war America saw the horror and sci-fi genres reach their apex the age of Cold War hysteria and nuclear paranoia inspiring tales of invading aliens, gigantic mutations and technological terror. Raised on B-movies and comic books?a world inhabited by Martians and vampires?teenagers soon became the main market for a multitude of novelty rock'n'roll records released to exploit the trend. The selections included here go from the essential (Round Robin's Bo Diddleyesque "I'm The Wolfman" and The Swanks' electrifying "Ghost Train") to the absurd (Bert Convy's "Monster Hop") and the ridiculous (Tony Monstrosities' "Igor's Party"?too monstrous for words).

Post-war America saw the horror and sci-fi genres reach their apex the age of Cold War hysteria and nuclear paranoia inspiring tales of invading aliens, gigantic mutations and technological terror. Raised on B-movies and comic books?a world inhabited by Martians and vampires?teenagers soon became the main market for a multitude of novelty rock’n’roll records released to exploit the trend. The selections included here go from the essential (Round Robin’s Bo Diddleyesque “I’m The Wolfman” and The Swanks’ electrifying “Ghost Train”) to the absurd (Bert Convy’s “Monster Hop”) and the ridiculous (Tony Monstrosities’ “Igor’s Party”?too monstrous for words).

Mother Love Bone – Apple

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Their career ending prematurely with singer Andrew Wood's overdose prior to the album's release in 1990, Seattle rockers Mother Love Bone are nowadays better known as the band who gave us Pearl Jam's Stone Gossard and Jeff Ament. Evolving from the ashes of local legends Green River (whose ranks also...

Their career ending prematurely with singer Andrew Wood’s overdose prior to the album’s release in 1990, Seattle rockers Mother Love Bone are nowadays better known as the band who gave us Pearl Jam’s Stone Gossard and Jeff Ament. Evolving from the ashes of local legends Green River (whose ranks also included Mudhoney’s Mark Arm and Steve Turner), Mother Love Bone’s debut revealed roots in anthemic ’70s rock

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Leaving aside for a moment the issue of who buys these itty-bitty anthologies, Sound + Vision can't be faulted for its dragnet sweep of the Bowie oeuvre. Wedged between Gurney Slade singalongs like "London Bye Ta-Ta"and the previously unreleased Jack Dangers remix of "Pallas Athena" you get the drama-queen juvenilia of Ziggy, the doom-harbinger histrionics of Diamond Dogs, the most innovative pop star on the planet's golden years, spanning 1974-79 (complete with Plastic Soul and Thin White Duke outtakes), the orange complexion years, the Normal Bloke with Tin Machine years and the 'Don't I look like Gary Oldman?' dotage. There's also a decent sprinkling of rarities, including two tracks from the hard-to-find Baal EP and Marc Bolan's lovely Beard Of Stars-era guitar on "The Prettiest Star". But can it be long before we get Bowie: The Best Of The Box Set Years?

Leaving aside for a moment the issue of who buys these itty-bitty anthologies, Sound + Vision can’t be faulted for its dragnet sweep of the Bowie oeuvre. Wedged between Gurney Slade singalongs like “London Bye Ta-Ta”and the previously unreleased Jack Dangers remix of “Pallas Athena” you get the drama-queen juvenilia of Ziggy, the doom-harbinger histrionics of Diamond Dogs, the most innovative pop star on the planet’s golden years, spanning 1974-79 (complete with Plastic Soul and Thin White Duke outtakes), the orange complexion years, the Normal Bloke with Tin Machine years and the ‘Don’t I look like Gary Oldman?’ dotage. There’s also a decent sprinkling of rarities, including two tracks from the hard-to-find Baal EP and Marc Bolan’s lovely Beard Of Stars-era guitar on “The Prettiest Star”. But can it be long before we get Bowie: The Best Of The Box Set Years?

Mick Softley – Songs For Swingin’ Survivors

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Among the early champions of Essex-born Softley's career was Donovan, who covered "Gold Watch Blues" and "The War Drags On" (the original's on here) and showcased more at Newport in 1965. One of Blighty's first Dylanologists, Softley's debut is a folk-strummer's delight, his lightness and warmth of touch?both acoustically and vocally?semi-disguising a causticity best heard on Pete Seeger's "The Bells Of Rhymney". A boho spirit of singular style, Softley now lives in Enniskillen, forsaking music for life as a poet. A genuine buried treasure.

Among the early champions of Essex-born Softley’s career was Donovan, who covered “Gold Watch Blues” and “The War Drags On” (the original’s on here) and showcased more at Newport in 1965. One of Blighty’s first Dylanologists, Softley’s debut is a folk-strummer’s delight, his lightness and warmth of touch?both acoustically and vocally?semi-disguising a causticity best heard on Pete Seeger’s “The Bells Of Rhymney”. A boho spirit of singular style, Softley now lives in Enniskillen, forsaking music for life as a poet. A genuine buried treasure.

Various Artists – Phil’s Spectre: A Wall Of Soundalikes

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Although the tycoon of teen was the acknowledged master of leakage and compression, several of those who worked alongside him in the studio were just as adept at mixing up a maelstrom. This highly imaginative compilation showcases the production work of less acclaimed Spector associates like Sonny Bono, Jack Nitzsche and Bill Medley, ranging from the familiar (The Righteous Brothers, The Walker Brothers) to the forgotten (Lorraine & The Delights, Kane And Abel). Highlights include The Wall Of Sound's northern soul anthem "Hang On", Clyde King's heart-melting "Missin' My Baby", and PJ Proby's definitive interpretation of Goffin-King's "I Can't Make It Alone". Bring on volume two.

Although the tycoon of teen was the acknowledged master of leakage and compression, several of those who worked alongside him in the studio were just as adept at mixing up a maelstrom. This highly imaginative compilation showcases the production work of less acclaimed Spector associates like Sonny Bono, Jack Nitzsche and Bill Medley, ranging from the familiar (The Righteous Brothers, The Walker Brothers) to the forgotten (Lorraine & The Delights, Kane And Abel). Highlights include The Wall Of Sound’s northern soul anthem “Hang On”, Clyde King’s heart-melting “Missin’ My Baby”, and PJ Proby’s definitive interpretation of Goffin-King’s “I Can’t Make It Alone”. Bring on volume two.

Pearls Before Swine – Jewels Were The Stars

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Departing notoriously eccentric label ESP Disk, Pearls Before Swine signed to Reprise in 1969, having sold 250,000 copies of second album Balaklava. None of the five subsequent records made lynchpin/ideologue Tom Rapp a star (the fifth was a collection of demos put out without Rapp's consent) but these and the two 'solo' albums he made for Blue Thumb before retiring from music are wondrous things. Rapp's wistful, sibilant tone is hugely affecting, and though there are a handful of Leonard Cohen covers here, Rapp's own songs?delicately arranged, conjuring a perfectly judged pastoral lushness?better them effortlessly. It's impossible not to be moved by "Rocketman" or "The Jeweller" (as covered by This Mortal Coil), Rapp filtering the radicalism of the times in exquisitely drawn character studies of the individual at odds with circumstance.

Departing notoriously eccentric label ESP Disk, Pearls Before Swine signed to Reprise in 1969, having sold 250,000 copies of second album Balaklava. None of the five subsequent records made lynchpin/ideologue Tom Rapp a star (the fifth was a collection of demos put out without Rapp’s consent) but these and the two ‘solo’ albums he made for Blue Thumb before retiring from music are wondrous things. Rapp’s wistful, sibilant tone is hugely affecting, and though there are a handful of Leonard Cohen covers here, Rapp’s own songs?delicately arranged, conjuring a perfectly judged pastoral lushness?better them effortlessly. It’s impossible not to be moved by “Rocketman” or “The Jeweller” (as covered by This Mortal Coil), Rapp filtering the radicalism of the times in exquisitely drawn character studies of the individual at odds with circumstance.

Desert Storm

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Aspiring songsmiths Mark Olson and Victoria Williams first met in 1984. When they hooked up again, a little over 10 years later, things were different. Olson had formed Minneapolis'trailblazing alt. countryites The Jayhawks, releasing at least two genre gems in Hollywood Town Hall (1992) and Tomorrow The Green Grass ('95). But the marathon tours and studio sessions had blunted his edge, driven him spare. In '95, he upped and quit. Meanwhile, Williams had enjoyed a low-key career as an idiosyncratic LA singer-songwriter. Reunited with Olson (first recording as a duo on "When We Sing Together", from her 1994 album Loose), she was now living with multiple sclerosis. They married, headed out to the Joshua Tree desert in California and set up camp on an earthquake faultline. These recordings are the back-to-nature cleansing of city palates. Self-sufficient, self-effacing music shaped by desert winds and moonlit nights, recorded in their home cabin with Mike "Razz"Russell. There's a rustic, awkward grace about these songs, oozing joy like a happy rupture in a riverbed. The Original Harmony Ridge Creekdippers from 1997 (six tracks from which appear here) was Olson revelling in new-found freedom ("Flowering Trees", "Run With The Ponies"), nibbling at acoustic guitar and harmonica, with Williams counterpointing his melancholic delivery with high tremble and prickly banjo. Russell adds mandolin and some truly wonderful, understated violin. By '98's Pacific Coast Rambler, their DIY folk was augmented by visiting Black Crowes guitarist Marc Ford, while follow-up Zola And The Tulip Tree?their best?featured John (Calexico) Convertino and Eric (Son Volt) Heywood. Olson's squelchy guitar on the title track is an irresistible highlight. Of the others, Pacific Coast Rambler outtake "Louisiana Black Dog Moses" (re-recorded for last year's December's Child?Olson reuniting for the first time with founder Jayhawk Gary Louris) is swampy cactus-funk par excellence. Odd, homegrown elegance.

Aspiring songsmiths Mark Olson and Victoria Williams first met in 1984. When they hooked up again, a little over 10 years later, things were different. Olson had formed Minneapolis’trailblazing alt. countryites The Jayhawks, releasing at least two genre gems in Hollywood Town Hall (1992) and Tomorrow The Green Grass (’95). But the marathon tours and studio sessions had blunted his edge, driven him spare. In ’95, he upped and quit. Meanwhile, Williams had enjoyed a low-key career as an idiosyncratic LA singer-songwriter. Reunited with Olson (first recording as a duo on “When We Sing Together”, from her 1994 album Loose), she was now living with multiple sclerosis. They married, headed out to the Joshua Tree desert in California and set up camp on an earthquake faultline.

These recordings are the back-to-nature cleansing of city palates. Self-sufficient, self-effacing music shaped by desert winds and moonlit nights, recorded in their home cabin with Mike “Razz”Russell. There’s a rustic, awkward grace about these songs, oozing joy like a happy rupture in a riverbed. The Original Harmony Ridge Creekdippers from 1997 (six tracks from which appear here) was Olson revelling in new-found freedom (“Flowering Trees”, “Run With The Ponies”), nibbling at acoustic guitar and harmonica, with Williams counterpointing his melancholic delivery with high tremble and prickly banjo. Russell adds mandolin and some truly wonderful, understated violin.

By ’98’s Pacific Coast Rambler, their DIY folk was augmented by visiting Black Crowes guitarist Marc Ford, while follow-up Zola And The Tulip Tree?their best?featured John (Calexico) Convertino and Eric (Son Volt) Heywood. Olson’s squelchy guitar on the title track is an irresistible highlight. Of the others, Pacific Coast Rambler outtake “Louisiana Black Dog Moses” (re-recorded for last year’s December’s Child?Olson reuniting for the first time with founder Jayhawk Gary Louris) is swampy cactus-funk par excellence. Odd, homegrown elegance.

The Impressions – Definitive Impressions Part 2

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The first instalment of Definitive Impressions remains the best-selling album in the Kent label's 21-year history. Although it covered everything that was great about Curtis Mayfield's R&B trio?the way they accommodated black church didacticism within a secular context ("People Get Ready", "Keep On Pushing") alongside devotionals to the fairer sex ("I'm So Proud") and a sociopolitical world view that would find its apogee in Mayfield's solo '70s work?there was more in the vaults. Hence Part 2, which comprises single B-sides, album tracks and rarities. More than its predecessor, it concentrates on love songs lushly orchestrated by Johnny Pate, the Thom Bell of the piece, with neo-gospel vocals shared by Mayfield's near-falsetto, Fred Cash's expressive baritone and Sam Gooden's bass anchor, the three swooping and soaring around each other in a series of endless harmonies.

The first instalment of Definitive Impressions remains the best-selling album in the Kent label’s 21-year history. Although it covered everything that was great about Curtis Mayfield’s R&B trio?the way they accommodated black church didacticism within a secular context (“People Get Ready”, “Keep On Pushing”) alongside devotionals to the fairer sex (“I’m So Proud”) and a sociopolitical world view that would find its apogee in Mayfield’s solo ’70s work?there was more in the vaults. Hence Part 2, which comprises single B-sides, album tracks and rarities. More than its predecessor, it concentrates on love songs lushly orchestrated by Johnny Pate, the Thom Bell of the piece, with neo-gospel vocals shared by Mayfield’s near-falsetto, Fred Cash’s expressive baritone and Sam Gooden’s bass anchor, the three swooping and soaring around each other in a series of endless harmonies.

Spain – Spirituals: The Best Of Spain

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Of all the melancholy slowcore bands of the mid-'90s, Spain were one of the more imaginative:a debonair, blues-tinged group from LA led by Josh Haden (son of jazz bassist Charlie Haden) that frequently sounded like Spiritualized crossed with a cool jazz quartet. Spirituals plucks four songs off their superb 1995 debut, The Blue Moods Of Spain, places them alongside selections from Spain's decent second album and weaker third and adds some useful rarities (a live version of Willie Nelson's "Funny How Time Slips Away"). It makes for a neat retrospective, and Haden's calm dissection of his own doubt and guilt is still unnerving, like eavesdropping on an intimate conversation. The Blue Moods... itself, though, remains the best memorial to this woefully underappreciated band.

Of all the melancholy slowcore bands of the mid-’90s, Spain were one of the more imaginative:a debonair, blues-tinged group from LA led by Josh Haden (son of jazz bassist Charlie Haden) that frequently sounded like Spiritualized crossed with a cool jazz quartet. Spirituals plucks four songs off their superb 1995 debut, The Blue Moods Of Spain, places them alongside selections from Spain’s decent second album and weaker third and adds some useful rarities (a live version of Willie Nelson’s “Funny How Time Slips Away”). It makes for a neat retrospective, and Haden’s calm dissection of his own doubt and guilt is still unnerving, like eavesdropping on an intimate conversation. The Blue Moods… itself, though, remains the best memorial to this woefully underappreciated band.

Pet Shop Boys – Pop

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You'd have to be wearing extremely rosy specs to think the PSBs' second decade was remotely on a par with their first, notwithstanding the excellent singles from '93's Very, which followed their first (peerless) best-of, Discography. And the distinction between "Pop" (17 tracks including "Go West", "It's A Sin", etc) and "Art" (18 tracks including "Rent", the magnificent "Left To My Own Devices", etc) seems spurious: surely the whole point of the Pet Shop Boys is the conflation of the two. The "Mix" CD is grim in parts?half these people (Moby, Sasha, Peter Rauhoffer) shouldn't have been allowed anywhere near a PSB song. Oddly timed, unwieldy and ultimately unsatisfying.

You’d have to be wearing extremely rosy specs to think the PSBs’ second decade was remotely on a par with their first, notwithstanding the excellent singles from ’93’s Very, which followed their first (peerless) best-of, Discography. And the distinction between “Pop” (17 tracks including “Go West”, “It’s A Sin”, etc) and “Art” (18 tracks including “Rent”, the magnificent “Left To My Own Devices”, etc) seems spurious: surely the whole point of the Pet Shop Boys is the conflation of the two. The “Mix” CD is grim in parts?half these people (Moby, Sasha, Peter Rauhoffer) shouldn’t have been allowed anywhere near a PSB song. Oddly timed, unwieldy and ultimately unsatisfying.

Walking Through The Clouds

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After the voracious onslaught of The Jimi Hendrix Experience's debut, Are You Experienced, Hendrix throttled back a little. For the band's second album, Axis: Bold As Love, the sound was lither and more fluid, indicating that there was more to him than the faintly racist caricature of the sex-hungry, gimmick-happy Wild Man Of Rock. Rough glimpses of his burgeoning versatility and easy self-confidence are in evidence on this two-disc collection?though such is the quality of these outtakes that the emphasis is generally on rough. Some of these tracks sound like they were recorded on the phone. There's an interesting version of "Spanish Castle Magic" featuring a pounding piano, but versions of "Little Miss Lover" and "Bold As Love" sound like crude drafts?it's doubtful Hendrix would have particularly wanted them to see the light of day. More diverting, if not devastating, is "Cat Talkin'To Me", a scuffed psychedelic outing featuring Mitch Mitchell on vocals coming on like Adam Ant's Dandy Highwayman. The second disc contains more unreleased tracks, including vocal efforts by Mitchell and Redding, as well as two takes of "Little Wing", which may or may not feature Brian Jones on sitar. "Jazz Jimi Jazz" is a rumbling 12-minute improvisation which travels hopefully without arriving anywhere. A stormy, echo-drenched version of "Somewhere" (first available on the Alan Douglas-produced Crash Landing) is a high point, as is a fragment of the never-quite-realised "Cherokee Mist", an exotic, flamenco-tinged piece which morphs into "God Save The Queen". "Three Little Bears", a previous version of which appeared on War Heroes, frugs and chops for several broody minutes without climaxing. Not essential, but even lesser Hendrix out-golds the rest.

After the voracious onslaught of The Jimi Hendrix Experience’s debut, Are You Experienced, Hendrix throttled back a little. For the band’s second album, Axis: Bold As Love, the sound was lither and more fluid, indicating that there was more to him than the faintly racist caricature of the sex-hungry, gimmick-happy Wild Man Of Rock. Rough glimpses of his burgeoning versatility and easy self-confidence are in evidence on this two-disc collection?though such is the quality of these outtakes that the emphasis is generally on rough. Some of these tracks sound like they were recorded on the phone.

There’s an interesting version of “Spanish Castle Magic” featuring a pounding piano, but versions of “Little Miss Lover” and “Bold As Love” sound like crude drafts?it’s doubtful Hendrix would have particularly wanted them to see the light of day. More diverting, if not devastating, is “Cat Talkin’To Me”, a scuffed psychedelic outing featuring Mitch Mitchell on vocals coming on like Adam Ant’s Dandy Highwayman.

The second disc contains more unreleased tracks, including vocal efforts by Mitchell and Redding, as well as two takes of “Little Wing”, which may or may not feature Brian Jones on sitar. “Jazz Jimi Jazz” is a rumbling 12-minute improvisation which travels hopefully without arriving anywhere. A stormy, echo-drenched version of “Somewhere” (first available on the Alan Douglas-produced Crash Landing) is a high point, as is a fragment of the never-quite-realised “Cherokee Mist”, an exotic, flamenco-tinged piece which morphs into “God Save The Queen”. “Three Little Bears”, a previous version of which appeared on War Heroes, frugs and chops for several broody minutes without climaxing. Not essential, but even lesser Hendrix out-golds the rest.

Tom Jones – The Definitive Collection 1964-2002

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Panties and perma-tan aside, Jones remains one of the greatest R&B singers this country ever produced. The first two discs show him whipping "It's Not Unusual" from under Sandie Shaw's nose and becoming an international superstar via great soul thumpers ("Stop Breaking My Heart"; "Once There Was A Time") and country cabaret ("Just Out Of Reach"), before the supper clubs of Vegas beckoned. Disc three highlights his perennial problem?finding material big enough to contain that holler?but disc four contains his best comeback kicks in "If I Only Knew" and the unlikely groove of "Tom Jones International".

Panties and perma-tan aside, Jones remains one of the greatest R&B singers this country ever produced. The first two discs show him whipping “It’s Not Unusual” from under Sandie Shaw’s nose and becoming an international superstar via great soul thumpers (“Stop Breaking My Heart”; “Once There Was A Time”) and country cabaret (“Just Out Of Reach”), before the supper clubs of Vegas beckoned. Disc three highlights his perennial problem?finding material big enough to contain that holler?but disc four contains his best comeback kicks in “If I Only Knew” and the unlikely groove of “Tom Jones International”.

Duke Ellington – The Reprise Studio Recordings

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Two of Ellington's most accomplished albums (Afro-Bossa and The Symphonic Ellington) just happen to be among his most overlooked works. Maybe it was the time of the season? The Duke signed to Sinatra's newly inaugurated Reprise label just as Britain's beat groups were poised to invade the US. It proved a testing time for many. Once successful careers evaporated overnight, leaving those who didn't lose their nerve to face the challenge. The exotic Afro-Bossa and the truly majestic Symphonic Ellington were in the can before the bombardment began, with the latter proving to be one of the few successful fusions of jazz and symphony orchestras ever. Jazz frequently borrowed its repertoire from Broadway, with mixed results. But The Duke makes a silk purse from a sow's ear when approaching the Mary Poppins score?a Disney-bankrolled project. Elsewhere, some unlikely jukebox hits are transformed into acceptable jazz performances. Likewise swing era hits. But it's Duke's own music that is of core value.

Two of Ellington’s most accomplished albums (Afro-Bossa and The Symphonic Ellington) just happen to be among his most overlooked works. Maybe it was the time of the season? The Duke signed to Sinatra’s newly inaugurated Reprise label just as Britain’s beat groups were poised to invade the US. It proved a testing time for many. Once successful careers evaporated overnight, leaving those who didn’t lose their nerve to face the challenge.

The exotic Afro-Bossa and the truly majestic Symphonic Ellington were in the can before the bombardment began, with the latter proving to be one of the few successful fusions of jazz and symphony orchestras ever.

Jazz frequently borrowed its repertoire from Broadway, with mixed results. But The Duke makes a silk purse from a sow’s ear when approaching the Mary Poppins score?a Disney-bankrolled project. Elsewhere, some unlikely jukebox hits are transformed into acceptable jazz performances. Likewise swing era hits. But it’s Duke’s own music that is of core value.