DC Share Revival: August 2025

Sunday, August 31, 2025

Review: Django Reinhardt & Stéphane Grappelli - A Swinging Affair (recorded 1937-39, released 1980)

Rating: 90/100 - Gypsy Jazz/Jazz Manouche, Swing.

Django Reinhardt and Stéphane Grappelli appear on the sleeve of the 1980 Decca issue with a title that promises swing, but the record is less a new meeting than a carefully assembled historical window into their earlier studio work. Issued in Germany (Decca catalog 6.24725 AO) and presented in monaural transfers, A Swinging Affair was produced for the buyer who wanted a compact survey of the Quintette’s recorded voice: it gathers sides between 1937 and 1939. It's packaged by a team that credited Artifex Studio for the artwork, listed Colin Brown as producer and acknowledged remastering by John Wadley. From the first grooves the compilation signals its curatorial intent by juxtaposing American standards such as Stardust, Body and Soul, If I Had You and Tea for Two with Quintette originals and brisk instrumentals like Swingin’ with Django, Hungaria and Henderson Stomp, so the listener hears both the repertoire of Broadway and Tin Pan Alley and the pieces that crystallized the group’s own approach. Because the transfers are drawn from pre-1956 masters and presented in mono, the record privileges a focused center image in which violin and guitar trade phrases with unusual clarity; that presentation choice in turn lets the acoustic percussive elements—the rhythm-guitar attack and the bass quarter-notes—register with an immediacy that stereo reprocessings sometimes soften.

The story of how that sound came into being begins in Paris in the early 1930s, when Quintette du Hot Club de France coalesced around two very different but perfectly complementary improvisers. Reinhardt arrived from a Manouche Romani milieu on the outskirts of Paris and developed a guitar voice that combined continental dance gestures, traces of Balkan inflection and the American swing pulse then filtering into European dance halls. A severe fire in his youth left him with functional use of two fingers on his left hand, and the way he adapted—favoring horn-like single-line phrasing, inventive chord voicings centered on index and middle-finger shapes, and rapid, incisive right-hand articulation—reorganized the role of the guitar from accompanist to frontline solo instrument. Grappelli brought a very different but complementary background: raised amid French dance orchestras and theater ensembles, he entered jazz with a melodic sensibility that privileged long singing lines, flexible time and a chamberlike ease; these qualities made him especially fit to state themes and supply counter-melodies that felt like continuations of a song’s phrase. When they first met informally in the early 1930s and then organized their work more formally in 1934—sessions that began in venues such as the Hotel Claridge and led to Ultraphone recordings that September—the combination produced a small-group sound that dispensed with percussion and piano and relied instead on a string-only lineup of violin, lead guitar, two rhythm guitars and bass.

That choice of instrumentation was not an absence for its own sake but a deliberate acoustic design: the rhythm guitars executed the percussive la pompe groove, supplying drive and pocket while leaving open the tonal space for the violin and lead guitar to converse in sharp, unmasked detail. The Ultraphone sides of 1934 established the rhetorical devices listeners still recognize in the compilation era: compact ensemble riffs, bright unison tags, and a balance between arrangements that read like written passages and improvisations that retain a sense of spontaneity. In performance the division of labor is often consistent: Grappelli will present the song’s theme with sustained bowing and a clear vocal-like arc, and Reinhardt will answer in filigree, compressing blues gestures and chromatic enclosures into short choruses that both outline the harmony and increase rhythmic tension. On instrumentals such as Swingin’ with Django the la pompe becomes a springboard for concise, highly wrought guitar choruses; on pieces named Hungaria or Henderson Stomp the minor-mode drama and rhythmic displacement in Reinhardt’s figures meet Grappelli’s capacity to make even the briskest tempos sing, so the interplay reads as fiery and light at once.

The absence of drums is central to how those details register. Without cymbal wash or backbeat accents, the up-strokes of rhythm guitar and the bass’s placement take on enlarged perceptual importance: micro-timing shifts and small accent choices become audible levers for swing and propulsion. That a mono compilation can preserve this effect, and sometimes do so with less phase smear than stereo remastering, is part of why labels in 1980 and the surrounding years turned to such packages as a way of reintroducing pre-war sources to new audiences. A Swinging Affair sits squarely within that wave of reissues: it is archival in intent, collecting material from the Quintette’s golden years and from a few reunion dates, and its sequencing deliberately alternates ballad readings of the American songbook with taut dance originals so listeners can hear how the same frontline voices negotiate different harmonic canvases and tempos.

Biographically, the chapters of the two protagonists’ careers explain why the recordings have held their appeal. Reinhardt’s technical adaptations—his narrow, horn-like single lines, his chordal vocabulary built around limited left-hand fingering—produce solos that feel economical and forward-leaning; they suggest an improviser who could compress chromatic enclosures and surprising voice-leadings into memorable statements. Grappelli acted as the tonal and lyrical binder, shaping cadences and reconstructing chorus endings so that a solo always resolved into a singing phrase rather than an exhibition of technique alone. Their pre-war studio period was meteoric; World War II dispersed them—Grappelli remained in England while Reinhardt returned to Paris—and the wartime hiatus produced separate careers that were equally productive in different ways. After the war they reunited at times, notably in Rome in 1949, and those sessions document that their telepathy remained intact even as jazz language around them had moved along other lines. Reinhardt’s brief but influential contacts with visiting American figures and his 1946 association with Duke Ellington underline how his European innovations registered overseas. Ellington’s remark that Reinhardt was "the most creative jazz musician outside the USA" has been cited in concert program notes and retrospective commentaries (Duke Ellington; cited in Elbphilharmonie program material).

Grappelli’s later career reinforced the pair’s broader public presence: he welcomed cross-style partnerships, reintegrated string ensembles, and even entered dialogues with classical figures—his recorded encounters with Yehudi Menuhin in the 1970s being a prominent example—thereby broadening the audience for violin jazz while preserving the lyricism that had marked his earliest work. Collectively, the two biographies illuminate their combination on record: Reinhardt’s harmonic nerve and rhythmic insistence matched Grappelli’s flowing, songlike phrasing so that the duo’s lines often sounded like parts of a single singing instrument rather than competing solos.

When the music itself is considered in harmonic and rhythmic terms, certain features recur. Reinhardt’s solos habitually compress chromatic approaches and diminished-form gestures into short statements that point the harmony forward; Grappelli’s responses frequently rephrase cadences so a chorus finishes like a sung line. On originals such as Swingin’ with Django the guitar’s compressed bluesy bursts and the violin’s airy paraphrase create a contrast with standard readings of If I Had You or Tea for Two, where the violin often carries the main melody and the guitar elaborates the inner harmony.

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Saturday, August 30, 2025

Psychedelic Jukebox: [1967] The Elopers - Music To Smoke Bananas By

The Elopers released a single in the autumn of 1967 that has since been treated by collectors and regional compilers as a compact curiosity and a telling example of a local American psychedelic instrumental: the 7" Music To Smoke Bananas By with its B-side Peak Beat appeared on the tiny RLW imprint under the catalogue/run number KCMS 1286, recorded in Colorado. The record credits the A-side to Randy Weatherington and Jay Ridge Jr., names that recur across later reissue tracklists and CD compilations that made the piece available to new listeners decades later.

The band is tied to the Colorado scene, and regional archivists and compilers place the origin point for the record in Manitou Springs and the surrounding Colorado Springs area, which is consistent with other tiny local imprints of the mid-1960s that documented high-school and college-age players issuing one or two singles for local distribution. The A-side is a short, focused instrumental of roughly two minutes, built on a steady low-end anchor and a repeating rhythmic motif under a fuzz-heavy lead guitar line with abundant reverb; the arrangement favors concision and an immediate hook rather than extended soloing.

The title Music To Smoke Bananas By maps directly onto a broader cultural moment in 1967 when a widespread hoax about smoking banana peels — often called “bananadine” in underground press accounts — circulated in student newspapers and the countercultural press. That story, which the mainstream press later covered and which figures in oral recollections of the era, fed a swath of ephemeral jokes, “how-to” articles and stage gag material in which musicians and audiences sometimes played along; the Elopers’ title sits squarely within that bout of psychedelic humor and rumor rather than implying any serious instruction. Reexaminations of the hoax, plus period magazine pieces, place the origin of the claim in the underground press in early 1967 and track how it spread through the summer of that year.

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Friday, August 29, 2025

Review: Eddie Cochran - The Very Best of Eddie Cochran: Tenth Anniversary Album (recorded 1956 - 1960, released 1970)

Rating: 80/100 - Genre: Rockabilly.

Born in Minnesota and raised largely in Bell Gardens, California, Eddie Cochran soaked up country picking, rhythm and blues, and the bustling amateur scene of post-war Los Angeles. He paired briefly with Hank Cochran (no relation) as the Cochran Brothers before shifting to a leaner, guitar-forward sound under the guidance of Jerry Capehart, who recognized that Eddie’s strengths—tight rhythm work, quick-wit arranging, a radio-ready voice—could flourish on Liberty sessions. Contemporary overviews by reputable institutions summarize his rapid rise from Crest/Ekko singles to Liberty hits, his standing as a writer who handled his own sessions, and his lasting regard among British players who heard these discs as a toolkit rather than relics.

Inside the studio, Cochran behaved like a hands-on arranger. Accounts from the Summertime Blues date at Gold Star Studios describe him stacking parts, coaching background voices, and working with Larry Levine to make modest resources sound bigger than the room. “We were doing a lot of overdubbing… we put a board on the floor and stomped and clapped,” Levine recalled, a neat window onto Cochran’s make-it-work method: few instruments, well-timed accents, and smart use of echo. The same method animates C’mon Everybody and Somethin’ Else, where a limited set of tools—snare crack, slapped acoustic, short electric bursts—does the job better than any piling-on could.

The guitar at the heart of these sessions has become almost a character of its own. Cochran favored a modified Gretsch 6120—bright, percussive, and easy to coax into tidy bends—which decades later would be honored with a signature model.

Even beyond his own hits, the songs traveled. The tale of a Liverpool teenager impressing a skiffle band leader with Twenty Flight Rock is well documented—Paul McCartney’s memory of that day has been consistent for years, and it tells you how adaptable Cochran’s parts were to a small-group setup with one electric guitar, one acoustic, and a simple kit. “I did ‘Twenty Flight Rock’… That’s what got me into The Beatles,” McCartney said; what matters is the ease with which another musician could pick up the riff and make it work in a new context.

Taken together, the album’s sixteen tracks sketch a studio thinker who wrote for performance and for tape at the same time. The arrangements prize clarity; the playing focuses on punch and swing; the writing keeps verses brisk and hooks unavoidable. When Jerry Capehart says the Summertime Blues idea clicked in under an hour, it doesn’t reduce the achievement—it explains it. Cochran knew how to put the right sounds in the right places and stop when the song was complete

Eddie Cochran occupies the foreground of a careful commercial and archival effort that resulted in the 1970 UK compilation The Very Best of Eddie Cochran — Tenth Anniversary Album, a single-disc Liberty Records issue released with the catalogue number LBS 83337 and presented as a fully laminated 16-track LP aimed at reconnecting a new record-buying public with selections from the late 1950s singles. The package combined the most familiar titles from Cochran’s catalogue with a handful of covers and instrumentals so that listeners would find both the hits that had lingered in the public ear and the other sides that show how his records were put together; the running order included well-known singles such as Summertime Blues, C’mon Everybody, Somethin’ Else and Three Steps to Heaven alongside recorded takes of songs like Blue Suede Shoes and Hallelujah, I Love Her So. The record was marketed in Britain and in parts of continental Europe in the spring of 1970, and some territories saw variant packages — notably a gatefold issue released in France. The commemorative wording that gave the album its publisher-friendly title referred to the tenth anniversary of Cochran’s passing in 1960, and the release should be read both as a commercial compilation and as a curated snapshot of single-era material.

The album’s appearance in the charts underlines the continuing public interest in those sides: the compilation entered the Official UK Albums Chart in 1970 and peaked at number 34, a concrete sign that a decade after the original singles circulated there was an active market for a compact, accessible selection. Liberty/United Artists catalogue managers in the UK oversaw a programme of repackaging back-catalogue material during the late 1960s and early 1970s, and the Cochran tenth-anniversary release joined a string of similar projects designed to place classic singles into single-LP formats suitable for new listeners and for buyers who wanted a concise representation of an artist’s best-known work. That institutional context helps explain choices visible in the pressing: the sleeve treatments, the decision to use original single-era mixes rather than newly constructed stereo remixes in most copies, and the promotional approach that emphasized a striking plate photograph and a gold-toned presentation. Dealer descriptions repeatedly call out the package’s gold-toned sleeve and fully laminated picture jacket, and collectors note that sleeve variants — from gatefold to single-pocket to promotional inserts.

Summertime Blues opens the set with clipped bass notes, floor-tom thuds, and those famous baritone put-downs that drop into the arrangement like stage asides. The guitars punch in short bursts, tremolo-picked fills giving way to stop-time breaks where the backbeat and voice do the heavy lifting. The piece was conceived quickly, as Jerry Capehart recalled: “I said, ‘You know, Eddie, there’s never been a blues song written about the summertime. Let’s write a song called ‘Summertime Blues.’ … Forty-five minutes later, it was all over.” Engineer Larry Levine remembered building the record from small, tough elements—voices, handclaps, and overdubbed footstomps—so that every accent felt like a shove. Those memories square with what we hear: minimal chords, maximum nerve.

C’mon Everybody tightens the focus. A slapped acoustic drives the downbeats while an electric twang guitar skitters between vocal lines. Group shouts arrive like camera flashes; the drum part is mostly snare and cymbal with kick drum used as punctuation, never bluster. Cochran’s rhythm right hand stays relentless, muting strings to make the beat snap, then releasing on the tail of a phrase so the chord blooms for a split second—a tiny dynamic trick that makes the track jump.

Cut Across Shorty brings skiffle DNA into a west-coast studio frame. Against a lightly shuffled groove, Cochran rides a bright, almost percussive acoustic pattern, inserting quick bluesy turnarounds between the verses. The bass walks in short spurts rather than long strides, which keeps the tune moving without ever turning heavy. When the electric steps forward for a reply phrase, it’s not a grandstanding break, just a tart rejoinder that keeps the story rolling.

On Nervous Breakdown the tempo jolts ahead, guitar slurs tearing across the bar lines. The vocal sits hot in the mix, slightly gritty, with slap-echo trimmed down to a short halo. Cochran’s fills toggle between single-note runs and clipped double-stops; combined with a tight snare, the effect is tension without clutter.

Jeannie, Jeannie, Jeannie steps into a vamp that’s all attitude and economy: a throbbing two-note figure, a snare on two and four, and a voice that leans on off-beats to sound sly without showboating. The bridge widens the harmony just enough to freshen the return to the riff. Cochran keeps the lead brief, using bends and a quick rake rather than long runs, leaving space for the drums to bark.

Somethin’ Else—co-written with Sharon Sheeley and Bob Cochran—arrives with a sting in the opening guitar figure, then kicks into a mid-tempo strut built on choked chords and pick-up notes. The lyric’s everyday wants fit the playing: concise, practical, never fussy. The break is a model of economy, four bars that say all they need to with bent-note emphasis and a brisk retreat to the verse.

Teenage Heaven smooths the edges without sanding them away. The guitars are cleaner, the background voices closer, and the drums favor a swaying backbeat. Yet even here Cochran sneaks in off-kilter anticipations before chorus landings—micro-surprises that keep the record from coasting.

With Twenty Flight Rock, the set tips its cap to the movie moment that introduced Cochran to millions. The riff is a staircase in sound—ascending lyric, ascending energy—while the band struts behind him on a steady backbeat.

Weekend slams the snare a little harder and pushes the bass forward, giving the chorus a rowdy, everyone-in-the-room lift. Short call-and-response lines clip the ends of phrases, and the hook arrives with unison shouts that sound built for dance halls. If C’mon Everybody is the blueprint, Weekend is the later-night reprise.

Pretty Girl eases into mid-tempo with glistening arpeggios and a softly pulsing bass. Cochran shades syllables rather than belting them; the electric guitar answers in sighing slides, the kind of small gesture that turns a compliment into a smile. A tremolo lick in the middle eight offers the only hint of flash.

Sittin’ in the Balcony, his early Liberty breakthrough, trades swagger for a melodic charm that still carries muscle. The arrangement floats on chiming rhythm guitar and brushed snare; the central hook is melodic enough to stick without effort, and the little bass doodles between lines feel like winks from the bandstand. Contemporary charts placed the single just outside the Top 15 in the U.S., a strong showing for an artist still finding his way into national radio.

Hallelujah I Love Her So brings Cochran’s guitar into the Ray Charles songbook with a light swing and horn-like stabs voiced on six strings. He accents the backbeat with clipped chord punches, then lays back to let the drums and bass carry the middle-eight. The vocal phrasing mirrors Charles’s gospel-tinged flow while staying firmly in Cochran’s own drawl, a careful balance of homage and personality.

Three Stars stands apart for its hush: tremolo guitar, gentle chording, and a voice recorded close, almost as if sung to a few friends after midnight. The production refuses grand gestures; each phrase settles quietly, a study in restraint that shows how much presence Cochran could project without raising the volume.

Boll Weevil Song returns to a border-blues frame, with a speaking-voice verse approach that lets the guitar add dry, wiry fills between lines. The rhythm section stomps in place rather than galloping, creating a front-porch sway; when the chorus lands, the chords brighten for a moment before slipping back to the earthy vamp.

Three Steps to Heaven completes the album with a buoyant, almost country-pop lilt—acoustic strum in the foreground, electric filigree at the edges, and close harmonies that glide through the refrain. The drum part is light on cymbals, heavy on snare taps; the production keeps voices and guitars tight together.

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Thursday, August 28, 2025

Subculture UK: The 14-Hour Technicolor Dream (Alexandra Palace, April 1967)

On the night of 29 April 1967, the Great Hall of Alexandra Palace became the stage for one of the most ambitious undertakings of London’s countercultural scene: the 14-Hour Technicolor Dream. It was not designed as a simple concert but as a multi-layered demonstration of artistic independence and political solidarity. Organised on short notice by figures such as John “Hoppy” Hopkins, Barry Miles, Mike McInnerney, David Howson and Jack Henry Moore, the event’s immediate purpose was to support International Times, the underground paper that had been raided by police earlier that spring. The raids, which involved confiscating thousands of copies, gave urgency to the idea of turning music, art and performance into a collective stand for free expression.

The identity of the event was announced even before it began through its striking poster, designed by McInnerney and printed by Osiris Visions. Each print came out differently due to a two-ink process that blended colours in unpredictable ways, so no two posters looked the same. This variability has made the surviving examples into essential artefacts for historians, since they provide a rare fixed point in reconstructing the event’s roster. The poster included names that spanned emergent psychedelic groups, rhythm and blues veterans and experimental performers, emphasising a deliberate broadness that sought to draw as many cultural circles together as possible.

Inside Alexandra Palace, the Dream unfolded as a hybrid experiment. Two large stages and a smaller central one kept performances running almost without pause. Between musical sets came poetry, performance pieces and experimental theatre, while the vast hall itself was turned into a constantly shifting environment. A towering lighting rig sent liquid projections and film loops across the glass interior, and installations including a fairground helter-skelter added to the sense that the space itself had become part of the performance. „It was like a Bat-Signal telling the freaks to come out … Hoppy and Dave had organised searchlights to direct at the clouds, like a big Hollywood premiere, and they could be seen all over London. That was impressive.” (Barry Miles, source)

The music carried equal weight. Groups like The Soft Machine, The Move, The Pretty Things, The Crazy World of Arthur Brown and Savoy Brown were among those scheduled, joined by veterans such as Alexis Korner and Champion Jack Dupree. This mixture placed fledgling psychedelic ensembles alongside seasoned blues musicians, making the Dream a deliberate cross-generational gathering. However, the very ambition of presenting so many acts in a single continuous event created confusion. Eyewitnesses have admitted that timelines blurred in the haze of lights, fatigue and substances circulating through the crowd. For that reason, definitive setlists remain elusive, but the evidence points to one enduring certainty: Pink Floyd performed near dawn, closing the gathering as sunlight crept through the glass. According to multiple archives, their set included Astronomy Domine, Arnold Layne and an extended Interstellar Overdrive.

The presence of John Lennon, arriving with John Dunbar, further magnified the cultural resonance. Though not advertised, his appearance in the audience was widely reported, and it underscored the permeability between London’s underground and the mainstream. The Dream was also marked by experimental interventions such as Yoko Ono’s performance work, which unsettled the boundaries of stage and audience. Together, these appearances reinforced the Dream’s character as both concert and living gallery of avant-garde art.

The technical experiment of scaling club aesthetics into the immense space of Alexandra Palace was daring but fraught. Liquid-light projectors and film loops that worked effortlessly in intimate venues had to be amplified dramatically to fill the cavernous hall, producing moments of brilliance but also uneven results for sections of the audience. Sound bleed, distorted echoes and shifting sightlines reflected the challenges of repurposing civic space for experimental culture. Stagehands and riggers faced daunting tasks in keeping the equipment running, and their improvisation became as crucial as the performers on stage.

Financially, the Dream was a paradox. It succeeded spectacularly in generating attention for International Times and for the underground as a whole, but it left organisers exhausted and uncertain about the balance sheet. The cost of hiring the hall, equipment and security outstripped parts of the revenue, leading some to describe the outcome as chaotic from a managerial standpoint. Yet this very chaos has become part of its aura. "The 14 Hour Technicolor Dream was a big event and a financial disaster. Most people were on drugs of one sort or another. It was a crest of a wave. It wasn’t fully understood, but it was a landmark event." (John Hoppy Hopkins, source1, source2)

Documentation of the Dream is fragmentary. Peter Whitehead’s film crew recorded parts of the night, with extracts folded into Tonite Let’s All Make Love in London. While invaluable, this film is selective, edited to present a montage of Swinging London rather than a faithful record of the Dream itself. Surviving posters, tickets and issues of International Times remain essential sources. Oral histories with musicians and organisers add colour but also contradictions: crowd estimates range from a few thousand to more than seven thousand, while memories of exact running orders vary widely.

In the decades since, the Dream has been celebrated in anniversary programmes, remembered in exhibitions at institutions such as the ICA, and re-examined in countless retrospectives. Collectors prize the posters and tickets as material links to a moment when experimental art converged with political urgency. But historians caution against smoothing over the contradictions: the Dream was chaotic, messy and improvisational, as much about testing limits as producing polished outcomes.

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Monday, August 25, 2025

Psychedelic Jukebox: [1967] The Chocolate Watchband - No Way Out

In the mid-sixties, the South Bay area of California saw the rise of The Chocolate Watchband, a group whose reputation rested on an uncompromising stage presence that combined raw rhythm and blues with the electric sharpness of British-invasion models. Formed around 1965 in San José and Los Altos, the band quickly became known across Bay Area clubs for its fierce delivery and the charisma of singer David Aguilar. By 1967, however, their debut album No Way Out would become a document both celebrated and contested, not least because of the degree to which producer Ed Cobb reshaped the material during the recording process.

The sessions that produced No Way Out were held in Los Angeles, largely at Richie Podolor’s American Recording studio, a hub known for its efficiency and the reliable craftsmanship of its engineering team. What happened inside those rooms has become a textbook case of sixties record-making, where local groups were drawn into the machinery of Los Angeles production practices. Cobb, who had already written and produced for The Standells, entered the Watchband project with a clear vision of speed and polish. The album was completed on a tight schedule during mid-1967, and much of the finished product was the result of Cobb’s decisions to substitute musicians or re-record vocals when he judged the band’s takes insufficient for radio play.

One of the most striking consequences of this process was the recurring use of Don Bennett, a session vocalist brought in by Cobb to handle lead parts. While some tracks feature Aguilar’s voice, others bear Bennett’s stamp, creating a patchwork quality that puzzled fans who had seen the group on stage. Years later, Aguilar himself expressed frustration at how little the album reflected the live band.

The title track No Way Out is emblematic of this tension. Officially credited to Cobb, it is known to have grown out of a studio warm-up that was then reshaped with effects and editing into a claustrophobic, unsettling piece. Unlike straightforward garage songs of the era, it relies on spoken-word fragments, echo, and abrupt cutoffs to produce an atmosphere of confinement and disorientation. This explains why the track functions less as a conventional song and more as a brief, anxiety-laden soundscape. Its short form, echoing voices and abrupt conclusion make it closer to a psychedelic film cue than to the unpolished fury of the band’s Bay Area shows. This deliberate choice meant that the song, while bearing the band’s name, was largely Cobb’s construction.

Throughout the album, this duality recurs. Side one contains material heavily layered with studio enhancements—additional percussion, harmonica, and manipulated vocals—while side two offers a handful of cuts that hint more clearly at the group’s on-stage power. Critics who revisited the album decades later often pointed out this internal divide. It is precisely this mixture that makes the record so intriguing: a hybrid of a raw Bay Area identity and a Los Angeles producer’s calculated studio assembly. Cobb’s role was expansive, not only overseeing the sessions but also providing original songs and adapting sketches into finished masters. His decisions were shaped by the commercial demand for quick singles, particularly after the group was linked with teen-market films such as The Love-Ins, where the Watchband appeared and contributed the single Are You Gonna Be There (At the Love-In). The B-side to that single was No Way Out.

Behind the console, Richie Podolor and engineer Bill Cooper ensured that the sessions ran smoothly. Podolor’s background with session musicians allowed Cobb to slot in instrumentalists when needed. This meant that on several tracks the instrumental backbone is more L.A. studio crew than Watchband. Such practices were not unusual in Los Angeles at the time, but for the band it meant that their recorded legacy was in tension with their self-image. Aguilar later admitted that the record did not sound like the group people had heard in clubs.

The release history of No Way Out adds another layer of interest. Issued on Tower Records in both mono and stereo in 1967, the LP appeared in several label variations and pressing-plant editions. Collectors note that Scranton pressings, identifiable by distinct matrix stamps, offer a hotter sound compared to later versions.

Later reissues by labels such as Sundazed and Rhino, as well as box sets compiling the group’s complete studio output, have ensured that No Way Out continues to be reassessed. Compilers often highlight the title track and Let’s Talk About Girls—the latter long rumored, with strong evidence, to have been sung by Bennett.

Analyzing the record in detail, it becomes clear that the lyrical and atmospheric qualities of the title track stand apart from the rest. Rather than building a linear tale, the words are fragmented, like pieces of an inner monologue caught in an echo chamber. The speaker’s disembodied tone, layered with reverberation, evokes a sense of entrapment. The theme of having “no way out” becomes not just a lyric but an experiential condition imposed on the listener. This is not accidental: it reflects the producer’s use of studio tools to create an unsettling psychological effect. In contrast to other psychedelic works of 1967, which often leaned on expansive imagery and utopian visions, No Way Out pushes into a territory of menace and confinement, almost as if to remind listeners that altered states can be as threatening as they are liberating.

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Review: Schnuckenack Reinhardt Quintet - Swingin' With Schnuckenack Reinhardt Quintet (1972)

Rating: 100/100 - Genre: Gypsy Jazz / Jazz Manouche, Swing

The Schnuckenack Reinhardt Quintet recorded Swingin’ With Schnuckenack Reinhardt Quintet in a way that places the group squarely within the post-war European take on Hot Club-style swing, and the record’s material, presentation and catalog trail tell a tightly detailed story about the band’s reorientation in the early 1970s. The record was issued in Germany on the Philips/Image imprint with the specific catalog number 6305 171. From the first grooves the listener encounters an intentional program of standards rather than original compositions, a choice that signals a deliberate engagement with the Great American Songbook as interpreted through Sinti violin phrasing and an amplified lead-guitar voice.

Franz "Schnuckenack" Reinhardt stands at the center of that project as the violinist and leader who for decades carried Sinti instrumental tradition into public concert life in Germany. Born in 1921 and active across the second half of the twentieth century, his formation of a quintet in 1967 established a working template: a violin frontline supported by a solo guitar, two rhythm guitars and double bass, and notably no drum set, the same instrumental plan that echoed the Hot Club approach and allowed rhythmic propulsion to come from interlocking guitar parts. Early lineups of the group included names that appear in contemporary scene accounts—Daweli Reinhardt, Bobby Falta, Spatzo and Hojok Merstein—and by the end of the 1960s the young solo guitarist Häns'che Weiss had joined, adding another chapter to the band’s personnel story before his departure in the spring of 1972.

The album program as preserved in the German Philips issue is consistent across several discographical snapshots: it is a standards-only sequence that places tunes such as Sweet Georgia Brown, I’ll See You in My Dreams, Limehouse Blues, When You’re Smiling, Goody-Goody, After You’ve Gone, Some of These Days, Nuages, Swinging Wild (The World Is Waitin’ for the Sunrise), What Is This Thing Called Love, All of Me and Bye Bye Blues into short, club-ready takes that generally fall in the two- to four-minute range. The Philips/Image pressing foregrounds popular swing standards and places Nuages—the piece most associated with Django Reinhardt—among them as an explicit nod to the line of tradition the Quintet operated within. The result is no set of extended studio experiments but a concise record of concise performances, where short heads and compact choruses leave space for exchange between violin and guitar rather than prolonged solo choruses.

The timing of releases and the band’s personnel events explains much about this repertory and the album’s sound. In late 1971 the group recorded material for the Da Camera Song series—specifically the LP issued as Musik Deutscher Zigeuner 4, with sessions dated to November 1971 and release to April 1972—and that project belongs to the same period as the Philips record. By May 1972 the first formation of the quintet dissolved, and Schnuckenack Reinhardt quickly assembled a new working group. That reconstitution brought back Bobby Falta as the lead guitarist and added Schmeling Lehmann and Ricardo Reinhardt on rhythm guitars alongside Jani Lehmann on double bass; this new roster concentrated the group’s playing in a slightly more jazz-oriented direction, an orientation that is audible on the Philips date. The lineup’s instruments—violin, single solo guitar, two rhythm guitars and bass—confirm the continuing absence of a drummer and therefore the continuing reliance on plucked rhythm and the violin’s bowed phrasing to supply both pulse and melodic statement.

The arrival of Bobby Falta into the solo chair coincided with measurable changes in how the ensemble projected its material. Falta’s approach—frequently noted in scene sources of the period—favored a louder, amplified guitar voice and phrasing that leaned toward bebop-aware lines; compared with the earlier acoustic sheen of Häns'che Weiss, Falta’s tone and attack alter the group’s overall color and give the single-guitar lead a more contemporary bite. Those choices are audible on the Philps recording, where the solo lines sit with a clarity and presence that cut through the arrangements and where the two-guitar rhythm work is set up to allow succinct call-and-response between bowed violin and electric single-string runs.

That major-label context matters. The Philips/Image release places the Quintet into the Phonogram/Philips distribution pipeline at a moment when European labels were reorganizing: Philips and Deutsche Grammophon were moving toward the PolyGram consolidation of the year, and the presence of a Philips catalog entry made the album available through channels that the smaller, specialized Da Camera Song series did not always reach.

On the media history side the program did not disappear with vinyl’s decline. In the mid-1980s the repertoire from the Philips sessions was repurposed on a West German Phonogram/Mercury compact disc with catalog number 824 190-2, a title that turned up in period listings of early PolyGram CD items and that demonstrates the label’s view that these recordings had continuing value for a consumer market migrating to the new format. The CD issue and later reappearing compilations mean that the record’s set of standards remained available beyond the LP era, and they confirm that the Philips program was not an isolated artifact but part of a continuing circulation in European catalogs.

Listening closely to the album reveals a few defining musical decisions. First, the record’s absence of original downhill from the leader’s pen and its exclusive turn to standards frames the Quintet as interpreters rather than songwriters on this occasion; across the program only Nuages—the Django composition included by every Sinti-swing lineage group sooner or later—stands as a direct connection to earlier continental repertoire. Second, the tracks’ short running times and compact improvisatory spans reflect an ethos of club practicality and of single-sided radio friendliness that was common for major-label jazz releases at the time: bite-sized heads, clear solo statements, and an emphasis on melodic phrasing rather than long, exploratory jams. Third, the ensemble’s balance—bowed violin in the foreground, an amplified single guitar cutting through, and two guitars in rhythm lock—makes the record a document of an ensemble that keeps the Hot Club chassis but updates its lead sound for a later decade.

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Sunday, August 24, 2025

Review: Simon & Garfunkel - Sounds of Silence (recorded 1964-66, released 1966)

Rating: 90/100 - Genré: Folk, Folk Baroque,

Folk Pop, Folk Rock, Songwriter

Simon & Garfunkel’s Sounds of Silence, released by Columbia Records on January 17, 1966, arrived not as a leisurely-crafted statement but as an artifact born of sudden momentum and quick decisions: the record stands at once as a collection of songs pulled from different moments of Paul Simon’s creative life and as a commercial response to a single that exploded on American radio. The single’s conversion from an austere acoustic demo into a chart-topping electric record was the fulcrum that forced the label and studio to assemble an album almost immediately. That combination of hurried assembly and concentrated songwriting produces an album that rewards attentive listening precisely because it brings together material from separate sessions and eras into a surprisingly coherent whole.

The most famous production intervention lies at the album’s center: Tom Wilson, a Columbia staff producer handling other projects at the time, took the acoustic March 10, 1964 recording of The Sound of Silence and oversaw electric overdubs—guitars, bass and drums—without the duo’s prior involvement. The remixed single began to break on regional radio in late 1965 and rose to the top of the U.S. singles chart in January 1966, an ascent that converted a slow-selling folk couple into a prominent presence on pop radio and compelled Columbia to press an LP to match the public’s sudden appetite. That act—an unauthorized but decisive studio reworking—reordered both the duo’s public fortunes and the label’s release plans. The instrumental contributions on those electric overdubs are documented with names such as Al Gorgoni, Vinnie Bell, Bob Bushnell (sometimes credited under alternate names on pressings), and Bobby Gregg, studio players who brought the single’s pulse and groove into sharper relief and who fit the era’s pattern of calling on top session talent to translate acoustic material for a pop market.

Simon & Garfunkel’s early career took an abrupt turn after the commercial failure of Wednesday Morning, 3 A.M., and that episode led directly to a period in which the duo were not operating as an active partnership: they parted ways for a while, with Paul Simon heading to England to continue writing and recording and Art Garfunkel returning to his academic pursuits at home. During his months in Britain Simon documented a string of intimate acoustic songs—material that would appear in the small-run album The Paul Simon Songbook and that supplied a ready pool of compositions when circumstances in the United States suddenly changed; among these was Kathy’s Song, which traces its origin to his time abroad and to an individual connection he maintained there.

Behind the album’s surface lies a clustered set of session dates and a mixed provenance that explains its sometimes-varied sonic character. Most of the album’s work concentrates in 1965, with sessions spanning spring through winter and the acoustic core of the title track reaching back to March 10, 1964; producers and engineers who touched the record include Tom Wilson (the decisive single intervention) and studio figures such as Roy Halee and Bob Johnston who are associated with the sessions and mixes that produced the finished LP. The result is plainly a pragmatic project: Columbia folded recent studio work with Paul Simon’s England-period recordings—many of which he had captured for The Paul Simon Songbook—instead of pausing for a fully new album, and that assemblage strategy produces an album whose songs sometimes sit in different production worlds yet rarely feel at odds in temperament.

That temperament emerges in the record’s songwriting and arrangement choices, where two tendencies in Paul Simon’s writing are visible side by side. On one hand there are compact, image-driven miniatures such as April Come She Will, brief pieces of precise phrasing and quiet melodic motion; on the other hand there are longer, more argumentative or observational songs such as The Sound of Silence and I Am a Rock, which address themes of urban alienation and self-protective withdrawal. Songs from Simon’s England period, including Kathy’s Song, link directly to a figure from that time—Kathleen Chitty—and the material he carried back into American sessions bears the marks of travel, homesickness and reflective lyricism. Intervening in that British thread is the instrumental Anji, a cover of Davy Graham’s fingerstyle composition, which functions as a technical showcase for Simon’s guitar work and as an explicit nod to the British folk-guitar tradition that influenced his playing while abroad. Another example of literary borrowing on the LP is Richard Cory, a setting that translates an Edwin Arlington Robinson poem into a concise folk-rock statement rather than an extended adaptation. The juxtaposition of intimate, acoustic numbers with tracks delivered in a fuller, beat-driven format is one of the album’s defining characteristics and the reason many hear it as a transitional document between spare folk presentation and radio-ready folk-rock arrangements.

The record’s production and pressing history provide a further layer of detail. The electric single mix of The Sound of Silence differs audibly from several LP tracks: it uses a more pronounced echo treatment and a punchier rhythm-section presence, and aficionados point to differences between mono single pressings, early LP mixes and later remasters as evidence that the record exists in multiple technical variants. Session logs and label documentation place many of the overdub and re-recording dates across April–December 1965, while the initial acoustic backing track predates those overdubs by more than a year, explaining the album’s partly hybrid construction. The LP’s cover photograph, shot at Franklin Canyon Park in Los Angeles, and the existence of early pressing anomalies—such as a misspelling of Anji on some sleeves and minor variations in matrix numbers—have made certain pressings especially sought after by collectors who enjoy tracing small physical differences back to specific production runs. At the same time, primary documents show tiny discrepancies—alternate overdub dates in session logs versus press sheets and variant credit spellings across issues.

Commercially, the chain of singles that surrounds the album tells a clear story of rapid reorientation. The electric remix of The Sound of Silence became the chart-topper that January, establishing the duo’s mainstream presence; subsequent singles from the period, including a reworked I Am a Rock—which began life as a solo acoustic piece and was later rerecorded with Garfunkel—reached the upper reaches of the pop charts and confirmed that Columbia’s strategy of recasting Simon’s England-era songs for American radio could succeed. In short order the duo followed commercial triumphs with a steady recording schedule, and singles such as Homeward Bound also entered the public’s attention in that same creative surge.

The record’s afterlife confirms that reassessment. Songs from the sessions found renewed exposure through film and other media—April Come She Will was placed in the soundtrack of Mike Nichols’s The Graduate (1967), for example—and such placements extended the reach and cultural memory of the Sounds of Silence era well beyond its initial chart runs. The album has been reissued and remastered repeatedly over the decades; Columbia/Legacy’s remastered CD editions and later packages have added demos and alternate takes that let listeners trace how tracks were assembled in 1965–70, and a notable reissue cycle in the early 2000s brought bonus material that opened up the LP’s session history to a wider audience.

Ultimately, Sounds of Silence sits at an intersection: it is a commercial artifact created to match a hit single’s momentum, and it is an early artistic statement where Paul Simon’s England material and a studio-driven electric single met and altered the duo’s course. The record’s assembly—clustered sessions across 1965 that incorporated earlier acoustic work, the involvement of prominent studio hands such as Al Gorgoni, Vinnie Bell, Bob Bushnell and Bobby Gregg, and the production touch of Tom Wilson, Roy Halee and Bob Johnston—illustrates how the mechanisms of the mid-1960s record business could convert songwriting into chart presence, and how those mechanics in turn shaped the creative choices the duo made thereafter. Listeners who approach the album with awareness of its origins hear not only an array of well-crafted songs—The Sound of Silence, Kathy’s Song, Anji, Richard Cory, April Come She Will, I Am a Rock—but also the imprint of a moment when studio decision-making and songwriterly craft collided and pushed a young act rapidly into a new field of opportunity. The result remains an instructive and compelling record for anyone interested in how pop records were made, marketed and experienced at a moment of quick change in the mid-1960s.

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Saturday, August 23, 2025

Psychedelic Jukebox: [1967] The Baroques - Iowa, A Girl's Name

In the summer of 1967, while psychedelic sounds were sweeping across San Francisco and London, a small group from Milwaukee prepared their only full-length record in Chicago. The Baroques, formed in 1966, were composed of Jay Borkenhagen, Jacques Hutchinson, Rick Bieniewski, and Dean Nimmer. They had already performed locally as The Complete Unknowns, but their identity coalesced with the arrival of Borkenhagen, whose baritone voice and keyboard playing gave their work an unusual, dark character. Chess Records, historically devoted to blues and rhythm & blues, startled many observers by signing them, their first rock-oriented act. The label placed them in its Ter-Mar Studios at 2120 South Michigan Avenue, where countless blues sessions had already been cut, and asked veteran producer Ralph Bass and engineer Ron Malo to capture the material that would become The Baroques.

The sessions in March 1967 produced both the self-titled album and a debut single. Catalogued as Chess 2001, the 45 paired Mary Jane as the promoted A-side with Iowa, A Girl’s Name on the reverse. Internal master numbers confirm that both tracks were laid down in the same block of sessions. Catalog data identifies them as TM-2116 and TM-2117, sequential recordings that suggest a cohesive workflow in those Chicago rooms. While Chess placed the marketing weight on Mary Jane, its reception was turbulent. Within a week of local airplay, Wisconsin stations pulled it, assuming the lyrics endorsed drug use. The musicians had intended the opposite, but the ban ensured controversy.

That very ban elevated the status of Iowa, A Girl’s Name. Though presented as the flip side of the 45, Chess made it the opening track on the LP, slotting it at A1 ahead of Seasons and Mary Jane. In doing so, the label highlighted a song that condensed the band’s style into less than three minutes. Its length, about two minutes forty-five seconds, was perfect for radio play, and the theme—using the state of Iowa as a female name—was a playful yet austere lyrical choice. For many listeners, the song was their first encounter with the band’s sound. Local critics in Milwaukee stressed how their tone differed from California groups, emphasizing its somber and insular atmosphere rather than sunshine-drenched harmonies.

The album, issued as Chess LP-1516 in mono and LPS-1516 in stereo, was manufactured at multiple plants, including RCA’s Indianapolis facility. Surviving copies demonstrate the varied pressing strategies Chess employed as it tested the waters of rock distribution. On the back sleeve, the track list credits Borkenhagen for the songwriting, and design credit went to Jerry Griffith, who fashioned a cover distinct from the label’s blues output. With Ralph Bass’s production and Malo’s engineering, the LP sat in the same catalog series that contained Pigmeat Markham and Wayne Cochran, but sounded worlds apart.

Listening to Iowa, A Girl’s Name reveals why Chess may have considered it an effective opening statement. The drums are taut, the guitar lines jagged but concise, and Borkenhagen’s voice leads with a brooding presence. In contrast to the accusatory haze of Mary Jane, this track is more elliptical, more teasing in its lyrical conceit. Milwaukee’s underground press later emphasized how the cut set the stage for the entire album, shaping expectations before the listener reached the controversial centerpiece.

There are stories told in Wisconsin about the record’s reception. Nimmer recounted that for a while people said that their album outsold Sgt. Pepper in Milwaukee, a claim more mythical than statistical but one that demonstrates the pride attached to their achievement. Whatever the numbers, the LP circulated actively in the region. Collectors today still seek original pressings, particularly promo mono copies, which have achieved high prices at auction compared with other garage-era albums.

Archival work has since kept the song alive. An alternate take surfaced in compilations decades later, giving enthusiasts a glimpse of another studio pass. Reissue programs like Sundazed’s limited pressing for Record Store Day 2017 and Ace’s later CD packages preserved the original running order, underscoring the importance of Iowa, A Girl’s Name as the band’s official introduction. Those reissues clarified pressing details and restored the mono mix that Milwaukee fans had first encountered.

The Baroques’ tenure was short; after one more self-financed single in 1968 they dissolved, their contract with Chess having lapsed. But in that brief span, they left behind a document that straddled Midwest garage intensity.