Everybody knows, that you’ve been untrue

As Glaws suffer another (historic) drubbing in Salford, my thoughts – never the most robust – drift towards the maudlin…

If, God forbid, I was to pack up now and meet an insalubrious end over a half-marked pile of Maths books or putting away grassy netballs in an ill-lit PE shed, well, let’s just say I’d not really have my papers in order. Pension provision: patchy. Tax affairs: still unresolved. General final arrangements: yet to be put in place. Most alarming of all, I’ve still (still!) not settled on my All-time Top Ten Albums.

I’m pretty sure I’ve talked about this before, but suffice to say, I’ve not really made much progress… Inexplicably, this band’s oft-neglected masterpiece has somehow never put up its hand.

The Flamin’ Groovies, the Fleece

As an older bloke, you have a little more money and the CDs come and go – thick, fast and with a little less gravitas than in the days of youth. As a teenager, you have no money and the records you do get hold of you hold onto hard, listening to them with a fury and determination you never match later on. I can remember as, say, an 18-year-old I probably only bought a handful of records – Forever Changes, 5D, Closer, Nuggets, The Velvet Underground & Nico, Smash Hits (and a few others I do not care to share with you at this point). And the Groovies’ wonderful Shake Some Action.

Some of those records haven’t aged as well as others but Shake Some Action still sounds as fresh and world-weary as it always did. Packed full of light but scuzzy Beatles-y pop songs that turned out to be a full ten or fifteen years out of time – too late for the Beat Explosion, too old for the punks. Graceful, crafted and grimy.

To be fair, very little else of their output gets anywhere near it – most of their other records are pretty much standard rock‘n’roll and 12-bar blues Of course many other bands did quite nicely out of doing exactly that but not the Groovies – I don’t think they even found a niche on the pub rock circuit. Who knows?

So, all in all, I wasn’t sure what to expect when I eagerly snapped up tickets on the announcement of a UK tour, back in the Spring – not the least because I had a ticket to see them in Barcelona on holiday a few years back. Then, the euphoria lasted less than 24 hours when news came out that the gig was cancelled with Cyril Jordan in hospital.

There was a pretty good turnout at Bristol’s favourite gummy-floored rock venue, with a smattering of younger faces and even a few ladies amongst the sea of battered leather and feathery hair loss. Thankfully, Jordan looked in pretty good shape, boldly dapper in some sort of polka dot (or possibly cake pattern?) shirt and still in possession of the most San Fran of all haircuts, parted defiantly in the middle. Buddy Chris Wilson looking a little more middle-aged, lead most of the evening taking most of the vocal duties and the occasional guitar lead.

As the opening notes of “You Tore Me Down” rang out across the floor, something of a shiver ran down my spine, and the arrival of the distinctively thin twin-vocals was genuinely memorable. Don’t mind admitting, I felt a little emotional.

I like to think it was a proper Groovies evening with jaded harmonies; effortless Berry-esque guitar breaks; a few sound problems, accompanied by some earthy language and an absolute wagonload of riffing. As well as being one of those “I never thought I’d see this” sort of nights, it was actually really good fun. There was a fair amount of reminiscing and story-telling between songs but also a couple of new ones played. (They were greeted with some good natured booes and a few laughs onstage but were actually OK. There’s a new record out – I was tempted…). But I counted three songs from Shake Some Action and a final run of “Teenage Head”, Shake Some Action”, “Slow Death” and “Jumpin’ in the Night” gives you an idea of the evening. A great night…

In these nervy days, you often get searched going in to gigs, so I’m not keen on taking my proper recorder. I do have some phone recordings, though, which are not quite as “warm” as the others but still pretty good and give a good account of a cracking evening.

You Tore Me Down

I Want You Bad

Slow Death

I will find a way…

flamin-groovies

I think I may be becoming a bit of a Jonah…

With last week’s White Denim disappointment still fresh in my mind, I’ve just been informed that the imminent Flamin’ Groovies tour of various Spanish cities has today been cancelled, due to the hospitalisation of Cyril Jordan.

As a teenager, I was obsessed with the Shake Some Action record, as were all my circle of friends – a graceful, effortless slice of Sixties pop that I still return to pretty regularly. Get well soon, Mr Jordan.

Gorgeous stuff…

 

Imagine if I’d gone and bought a ticket to, say, the Barcelona gig last night…