Nobody’s Listening. No.70. 10.4.17.

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Hullo. Welcome once again to your weekly wad of tremendous tunes. Deafness sitch is a bit better this week, hopefully I’ll be back to 100% very soon. Speaking of the old Britney’s, Your lugs are in for specially selected treats including a good chunk of fairly recent sounds. We don’t just live in the past here at NL, although it is quite lovely there and the sweets were bigger and everything..

Paulo’s here of course with his pick of the week. This time around my very good friend, bandmate and close personal friend of Barry Chuckle, (Not the other one though, they had a disagreement over some potholes at a family barbecue), has plumped for something new too.

So, with out further ado Ron Ron Ron..

Track 1. When Old Love Keeps You Waiting by Joel Alme.

A solid start to this weeks proceedings with some premier pop from Gothenburg. With big wall of sound strings and drums underpinning a strong vocal from Alme, this is the opening track from his excellent 2010 sophomore LP ‘Waiting For The Bells’. 2010 eh? Seven years ago but it still seems like now. The relentless march of time..

Track 2. Repeat After Me by The Three Sounds.

Next up we have Gene Harris’ The Three Sounds, a jazz trio/quartet that released some absolute solid soul grooves on Blue Note in the sixties. This is just one of them, taken from the 1969 swansong LP ‘Soul Symphony’. Harris continued solo afterwards with his 1971 track ‘Put On Train’ famously sampled by The Beastie Boys on the Paul’s Boutique track ‘What Comes Around’.

Track 3. It Calls On Me by Doug Tuttle.


It’s back to more recent fayre for PPOTW and the title track from the New Hampshire natives second album which was released last year. With a fluid, folky guitar backing Tuttle’s Beck-like voice, this has an air of early seventies Brit folk updated for slackers. Imagine Richard Thompson and Kurt Viles love child and you’re pretty much there. Another super choice from our resident Benjamin Button.

Track 4. What You Gonna Do Now? by Carla dal Forno.

We remain in 2016 for this next track, taken from the debut solo album from Australian musician Carla dal Forno. A brooding track with a reverby, Nico-esque lead vocal from dal Forno, this has deft touches that slowly creep under your skin. That train like drumbeat that sits underneath various synth effects suggesting oncoming dread, the electric cello that jumps in at around the two minute mark adding to the overall melancholic atmosphere, and the abrupt ending all add up to a moody, impressive piece.

Track 5. Kalimba by Hector Plimmer.

Fresh out of the wrapper, this is taken from London based producer Plimmer’s debut LP ‘Sunshine’ released a fortnight ago. With it’s tribal rhythms and hazy electronica, this is a perfect fit for those oncoming warm summer nights. I imagine it will receive considerable spins on my weekly 200 mile commute over the next four months or so as it’s warm, hypnotic ambience definitely has the chops to quell any potential road rage.

Track 6. Sunday Morning by Margo Guryan.

Primarily a songwriter, Guryan was persuaded to make an album in 1968 to showcase her wares. By her own admission, she never possessed the greatest voice and hated performing. These insecurities contributed to the albums poor sales and she retreated to the shadows to concentrate on writing for others and teaching Piano. Interest in her work was re-stoked in the nineties when St Etienne covered her Christmas song, “I Don’t Intend to Spend Christmas Without You” for a fan club single which led to the re-issue of her sole LP release. This is the opening track and it’s a funky-poppy joy.

Track 7. Jimmy V by Mary Lattimore.

In 2014, Harpist Mary Lattimore took to the road in her station wagon with a friend and her 47 stringed instrument as her companions. During her travels through Texas and California she recorded the improvised tracks that made up last years LP ‘At The Dam’ taking inspiration from her surroundings to influence each track. This particular piece is a tribute to the late basketball coach and broadcaster Jimmy Valvano, over to Mary to explain.. “Before taking the road trip, I’d seen a great documentary on him, a really interesting and complex, inspiring character, and thought I’d write a song with him in mind,” Mary says, “Maybe it’s the first harp song written about a basketball coach?”, I’ll wager it is. Beautiful, esoteric and haunting, it’s a fine tribute.

Track 8. Your Bright Baby Blues by Jackson Browne.

I’ve always felt our cover star this week is often overlooked when discussing the truly great songwriters of the past fifty years. With a career that is now into its sixth decade, he has released some of the most beautiful, thoughtful songs ever committed to record. This is just one of them, a track taken from his 1976 LP ‘The Pretender’, it’s a typically country tinged lament and it’s themes of sadness are fully justified given the fact that it was recorded shortly after his first wife’s suicide.

Track 9. Fayinkounko by Orchestra Baobab.

Taken from the legendary Senegalese dance band’s brand new album released just last week, this is an old Fula song from Guinea brought to the band by Lucy Duran in an old field recording by Jali Nyama Suso. Balla is in fine voice here, dancing over the afro-cuban rhythms that the band have made their name with over the past fifty years.

Track 10. Lay In Low by MFSB.

Our SSC this weeks comes from Mother, Father, Sister, Brother or Mother Fuckin’ Sons Of Bitches, depending on your belief system. A slow groove taken from their 1973 self titled debut, it was penned by band member and architect of the Philly sound Leon Huff. Check out that sax by Zach Zachary, sheriushly shexshy shtuff.

Welllll then, that’s another week done and indeed, dusted. I may take my annual spring break next week as I’ve got a fair bit of work on so don’t be alarmed if your weekly ten tunes don’t make an appearance. Then again, I may find the time to sneak in your weekly dose. Who knows? Contain your excitement if you can.

So, I’ll either see you in a week or two.

Until then, eat y’self fitter.

Andrew Orley.


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