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Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts

Monday, 2 March 2009

That's Your Stick Buddy?

Cover versions are ghastly things. This is almost always the case. Whether it's Ronan Keating covering 'If Tomorrow Never Comes', Ronan Keating covering 'Time After Time' or Ronan Keating covering some other turgid ballad, there is nothing of any note added to the original other than a couple of extra layers of insincerity. Or, in the case of Madonna's 'American Pie', something far worse. And of course, if the artist in question actually does fundamentally change the original version, then it's even more pointless. A true hiding to nothing.

Of course, there are exceptions. Some songs seem to lend themselves toward being reinterpreted. Two which immediately spring to mind would be the groundbreaking Cameo funk/R and B classic 'Word Up', which Scots-rock merchants Gun managed to make sound equally as good with crunching guitars and gruff vox (although the less said about the Mel B hatchet job the better);and The Byrds 60s anthem 'Eight Miles High', covered by just about every band in history but most notably by Roxy Music, Golden Earring (they stretched it out to almost 20 minutes) and, in perhaps the most unlikely cover version of all time, AOR prog/poppers 3 (sure to be featuring not for the last time in NOMW), whose power-funk synth interpretation words cannot describe.

Anyway, a point to all of this. Robert Downey Jr, who really should have taken Heath Ledger's oscar this year for Kirk Lazarus/Lincoln Osiris (a comedic interpretation that will be celebrated 100 years from now), is also a surprisingly accomplished singer, as anyone who bought his 2004 solo album The Futurist will be aware. More excitingly to NOMW, he enlisted the production talents of Jonathan Elias, helmsman for Yes' 1991 mess Union (it wasn't his fault). Even better, it seems Mr Downey is himself a big fan of the great band, and so offered his own take on the first part of their 1971 hit (it did feature on the trailer for Tim Burton's Big Fish, so I'd say it qualifies), 'I've Seen All Good People', featuring (in a rarity for a cover) original vocalist Jon Anderson backing. And what do you know, it's even pretty good. More importantly, if this gets even one person to check out some real Yes, it'll have been worth posting.

Saturday, 28 February 2009

Nobody Loves Raymond

Is there a more underrated era in the storied history of Genesis than that of Ray Wilson? True, the pairing of the gruff-voiced Scot, known for growling all over jeans adverts, with the Charterhouse boys known for their love of pullovers was always a curious one, but somehow, they captured musical lightning in a bottle with their debut, Calling All Stations (in contrast, the last Phil Collins-led effort We Can't Dance was more like light drizzle in a bottle).

Unfortunately, a combination of a completely ignorant US fanbase (most of whom had never heard of Peter Gabriel, let alone Anthony Phillips, and simply could not fathom a lineup not featuring Collins) alongside Banks and Rutherford's steadfast refusal to be seen interacting with their new frontman in any way other than as somewhat distrusting and disapproving guardians (check out the video to Not About Us) if you want evidence) meant for a relatively disappointing commercial return, and before too long the old boys' insecurities about the whole project (along with Wilson's own concern as to whether he belonged in a band he had loved growing up, but who he found liked to spend their time backstage playing table tennis and discussing their stock portfolios) got the better of them and the new Genesis was no more. Europe, to its credit, responded far more warmly to CAS, the album going multi platinum and the tour generally well received. Thankfully, two of the first shows were filmed and can now stand as a fitting testament to all that was good (and all not so) about this curious amalgamation.

Thursday, 26 February 2009

The Top Whatever - The Last Bastion Of The Desperate Journalist

It can't be easy being a a magazine journalist. Trying to fill all those pages, yet limited by the particular scope of your publication (thank goodness for the far-ranging scope of NOMW). Hence, since time immemorial the Q's, Classic Rock's, Empire's and Narrowboat Magazine's of this world have turned to the wonderful space-filling realm of the list in order to do just that. And in so doing, so the theory goes, provoking the sort of heated discussion amongst interested parties that will ensure readership remains high. Of course, most of these top-whatevers are absolutely ridiculous (a case in point - this month's GQ rundown on the top 100 most powerful people. George Osbourne is NUMBER SIX. Enough said).

Anyway, it may smack (or at least lightly brush) of hypocrisy but, despite being not even one post old, NOMW is going down the list route. But before you say it, it's been borne out of extreme provocation, in the form of IGN.com's outrageous 'Top 10 prog guitarists'. Now, this touches on topics extremely close to the heart, so I cannot just let it slide. For those who missed it, this was their attempt. I mean, Greg Lake? Talk about a Lucky Man.

01. Steve Howe
02. Robert Fripp
03. Martin Barre
04. Alex Lifeson
05. Greg Lake
06. Peter Banks
07. Jan Akkerman
08. John Pretucci
09. David Gilmour
10. Steve Hackett

Now, the NOMW definitive top ten. Criteria not open to discussion or debate, the list is final.

01. David Gilmour
02. Steve Hackett
03. Allan Holdsworth
04. Steve Howe
05. Robert Fripp
06. Frank Zappa
07. Adrian Belew
08. John Petrucci
09. Alex Lifeson
10. Trevor Rabin

Look out for more non-desperate lists, coming soon to a blog near you (ie this one).

 
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