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On yesterday’s post I mentioned Every Little Bit Hurts and, how good Ms Holloway’s version of the Ed Cobb song, the man also responsible for penning Tainted Love, was. Swiss Adam in the comments section mentioned a version of the song by The Clash that if the truth be known I have always been rather ambivalent towards. Last night I decided to play all three versions of the song and have to admit that there is not much in it between The Small Faces version and Brenda Holloway’s, although the Motown version still just shades it, in my opinion. The big surprise is that the version by Stummer et al has it’s merits too, however fails to pack the emotional punch of the other two and is probably why it remained unreleased until CBS were looking for extra product to make the Clash On Broadway boxset more appealing (“turning rebellion into money”, indeed.) So here are the three versions of the song that I posses. I know that these are not the only recorded versions of this song that exist. I think that their is a version by The Jam out there but I remain to be convinced that this is a song which would gain anything being covered by Weller and Co.
You decide Brenda Holloway – The Small Faces – The Clash –. Another sunny day up here. Time for some up tempo northern soul, from a woman I reckon is one of the most underrated artists who recorded on the Motown label, Brenda Holloway. She started recording for the label in 1964. Her first single was the absolutely amazing Every Little Bit Hurts. If you are only familiar with the Small Faces version I suggest you seek out the Holloway one, it will blow you away. Holloway didn’t receive the commercial success of some of her colleagues and friends on the label did, however she was a familiar face on the TV, appearing on shows such as Shindig.
In 1965 she was asked to bee the supporting act for the Beatles on their US tour and was the opening act when the Beatles played Shea Stadium. She is best known in northern circles for Think It Over (Before You Break My Heart) a.k.a Reconsider, which amazingly was never released back in 1966 and was unearthed some considerable time later by Peter Lowrie. She retired from performing in 1969, however in 1992 she came out of retirement and started recording and performing again after the death of her friend Mary Wells and is still performing to this day, I think that she has been over here in the last couple of years performing at one of Togetherness gatherings.
Here she is with a classic northern soul track, written by Ashford and Simpson and released in 1967. The track is so upbeat until you listen to the lyrics. An absolute belter and that is a fact. Brenda Holloway –. I think that a little bit of minimal tech house is the order of the day. There must be some geek somewhere who’s job it is, to dream up new sub genres for House Music. Anyway this is a great track, it starts off sounding like a rip off of French Kiss and just keeps on building ever so slightly for just over 10 mins.
It’s just the sort of easy going tempo needed in this sticky heat (this post was conceived on Thursday night, so apologies, if the weather has turned cold and dreich again). Levon Vincent hails from NYC, has been djing since 1991 and runs two labels Novel Sound and Deconstruct Music labels. Late Night Jam was released last year on the German label Ostgut Ton. Levon Vincent –.
I think that we shall stick with retro 60s grooves that would have appealed to the 3 button suit and bowling shoe wearing end of the scooter riding fraternity. Lucky Soul are a band from South London who first came to my attention when their first single, My Brittle Heart was made single of the week in the Guardian. I sought out their myspace page listened to the track, purchased the single and have bought everything ever since, except the new album which was released a couple of months ago now, only due to the fact that I haven’t got round to it yet. The tracks that I have heard, Woah Billy and White Russian Doll are as good as anything on the first album, The Great Unwanted, with the exception of the track posted here which I think is absolutely stunning but not typical of the rest of the album which is rather more upbeat. If the band were about back in the day I can imagine the album sitting next to the Makin’ Time albums in Dave The Mod’s record collection. Lucky Soul –. Here’s a little bit of 60’s Motown and Hammond organ inspired indie from Detroit.
Although grouped in with the likes of the White Stripes and the Von Bondies, I suspect due to the the fact that they were from the Motor City and their early releases were on the very hip Sympathy For The Record Industry label, I think what differentiates them from their label mates and fellow residents of Detroit is the timeless feel of their music without being out and out retro. Here is the opening track from their second album, Hip Check! Released on the a fore mentioned label in 2001.
The Come Ons –. Way back in the mists of time when I was a teenager, Bank Holiday weekends meant endurance tests. As part of a scooter club you were expected to go on scooter runs. There were a series of National events organised throughout the year, with the Easter Weekend, usually seeing the first and then periodically until the last at the end of October and all bar one would be south of the border meaning that the Scots always had a considerable distance to go.
I don’t know how many of you are familiar with the delights of riding Lambrettas or Vespas, so I think I should explain a little. These feats of Italian engineering usually have an engine capacity between 125 and 250 cc and a top speed in the region of between 70 and 80 miles per hour.
They are designed for zipping in and out of traffic in Italian cities not for riding twos up with a load of camping gear, supplies of buckfast and a change of clothing (if you were like me and had some semblance of personal hygiene) from say, west central Scotland to the South Coast of England. As a result of the design of the scooters and the punishment of travelling such long distances an AA or RAC membership or preferably both was as essential to a scooterist as 2 stroke oil and it was not unknown for scooterists to attend runs courtesy of the RAC and then get home with the assistance of the nation’s forth emergency service and vice versa. When traveling to runs it was common to see groups of scooterists performing what is the mechanics version of open heart surgery on the hard shoulder to their beloved machines. There was one member of our club who did away with luxuries such as a tent or a change in clothing in order to carry with him all the components of a spare engine.
When you did eventually get to the camp site, which was usually the shittiest bit of waste ground in or near the town, the real problems began. Who’s got the tent?
Was the first cry and if the person who was supposed to bring it remembered and it hadn’t fell off the back of the scooter during the trip you were off to a good start. Where are the poles? What do you mean you haven’t got them?
This I hasten to add was not as rare an event as you would think and resulted in some novel methods of tent erection being employed. Once the tents were up, it was time to find somewhere to drink.
This usually entailed trying to get a couple of thousand scooterists into the 2 or three pubs in the town which hadn’t barred us before we even had a chance to do something wrong. When all else failed you ended up spending a couple of days drinking warm cans of lager and eating crap from the dubious burger van on the camp site, using what could only in the loosest term be called washing facilities and not sleeping due to the real chance of being run over by some drunken scooter boy who has decided that it is a good idea to ride up and down the camp site in the middle of the night after drinking Buckfast and lager all day while also toking on more weed than your average Rastafarian will consume in a week. Then after a couple of days without sleep and after drinking too much it was time to get back on your machine if it had not been bundled into the back of a van during the night by some shady guys, (you know who you are) and ride the two to three hundred miles home praying to god that you don’t hole a piston or have a seizure on the road home.
As you can probably guess scooter runs weren’t my favourite weekends away. Being a lightweight who enjoys the finer things in life such as a flushing toilet, running water and a bed, going on these expeditions wasn’t high on my list of priorities and I attended 2 to 3 a year if really unlucky. I did have friends such as Stiff, Gordon and Mick who would try not to miss any, always had a ball and came back with some brilliant tales of hedonism and pure stupidity that if I were to re tell them would not be believed but all did in fact happen. They even made the trip down to Margate, a particularly gruelling journey only to find that the scooter run was actually the following week! So in celebration of Bank Holidays of the past, here is a particular favourite northern soul track of our scootering fraternity, the LSC (Lanarkshire Scooter Club). R Dean Taylor –.