How To Do A Cover Version

In my book, if an act can so over-whelmingly own a tune that you have no idea it’s a cover version until you check the writing credits, that’s job done.

For example (and I’ve mentioned this before), a lot of people don’t know that Status Quo’s Rockin’ All Over The World is a John Fogerty (of Creedeence Clearwater Revival) tune.

Similarly, until I had a good look at the liner notes on Life’s Rich Pageant – which I’d owned for quite some time – I had no idea that this wasn’t an R.E.M. original.

So, the original:


The Clique – Superman

…and the cover, which is probably my go-to cheer-me-up record of the moment:


R.E.M. – Superman

And, as a special treat because you’re all so nice, a completely different song with the same title which I really like, from the really rather excellent A Glasgow Band album:


Ewan Cruickshanks – Superman

More soon.

The Greatest Pop Record Ever Made..?

There are many records which I consider to be the greatest pop record ever made.

No, I know that doesn’t make sense.

See, my opinion on the greatest record ever made is an ever-shifting sand.

But this is top of the pile more often than any other, I think:


The Go-Go’s – Our Lips Are Sealed

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Here We Go Again

And so Theresa May has finally confirmed she’ll be standing down as Prime Minister.

I’m with a whole chunk of folks on Twitter who noted that her resignation speech was, tellingly, the first time she had shown any real remorse or shed a tear.

Not when overseeing the systematic purge of the Windrush generation.

Not when visiting Grenfell.

Not when those who were supposed to be receiving disability benefits were dropping dead after they had been deemed ‘fit to work’.

But when she had to admit her tenure was over.

And so, the jostling to become her successor begins in earnest.

Johnson. Gove. Leadsom. Hunt. Raab. McVey. Rudd.



The Bluetones – Carnt Be Trusted

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Sunday Morning Coming Down

It’s may be a slightly odd comparison to draw, but when I hear this morning’s tune, I think of Tracey Thorn (of Everything But The Girl fame) singing in a Nashville accent.

That’s a compliment, by the way.

I’m sure you’ll tell me what you think:


Sarah Shook & the Disarmers – Good As Gold

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Be Llŷrious

This is the series where I try to honour my recently passed best friend Llŷr by posting songs which remind me of him.

One of the shared passions Llŷr and I both had – and, I suspect many of you have too – was losing a good few hours browsing through the racks in a record store, digging out some absolute gems to buy and bring back home.

When we shared the flat of filth and, latterly, the house of no housework in the Cathays area of Cardiff, we were fortunate to have two second hand record shops within walking distance.

One was on a side road off of Albany Road; it had no name as far as I ever managed to ascertain, but it had a box of cheap, crappy vinyl left outside to entice the likes of us in.

The other was Kellys Records, located on what was commonly referred to as Death Junction because of the number of car crashes that happened there, the apex where Mackintosh Place met Albany Road met City Road met Richmond Road met Crwys Road.

We would visit there often, me losing interest long before Llŷr ever did, if I’m honest.

And he was much better at truffling out the pearlers than I was; I lost count of the amount of times he would march triumphantly through the living room door, bag of vinyl tucked under his arm, turning on the turntable and slipping his first purchase onto the deck before he’d even taken his coat off.

Today’s record is one such find.

“Jez, you have to hear this!,” he said as he burst into the living room, 12″ removed from carrier bag, disc from sleeve, onto the spindle, seemingly all in one movement, before I’d had chance to say hello and turn the TV off.

I have no idea what made him buy this, where he had heard it, or of it, prior to his purchase. As it emanated from the speakers, he was already sitting on the sofa, beaming with pride.

It’s a weird tune, and no mistake: over a proggy, dubby bassline and synth flourishes (I’m rubbish at actually describing music, I know, I know) an elderly gentleman – the titular Lionel – reads out letters written to buxom ladies who feature in the sort of adult magazine you used to find discarded in woodland, if you catch my drift. And yes, I used the word ‘titular’ with a knowing wink.

As you might expect from such a source, there’s a bit of effing and jeffing.

Whenever I hear it, I’m back in the flat of filth, and Llŷr is there, plonked in the middle of the sofa, chuckling away to himself, delighted at his latest find.

Man, oh man, I miss those days.


Drive Red 5 – Yours Sincerely Lionel (Dirty Dream)

More soon.





This Next Song Is Dirty

I first heard this tune by way of a mix CD I bought in the mid-2000s, the name of which escapes me for now, but one of those ones where each tune is mixed into the next to form a supposedly seamless playlist.

It then took me a very long time to track down a copy which wasn’t mixed into the tunes either side of it. I defy anyone to try typing the word Dirty into Google and not get….um…distracted.

Anyway, this is ace (and dirty). Dum Dum: if you’re reading this and don’t already know it, you’ll love it:


Dirty – Dirty (E-Dancer Remix)

More soon.