Showing posts with label glam rock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label glam rock. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Richmond

“Peaches (What’s It All About?)” / “Work for My Baby” [Dart, 1974]





What’re two 20-something Battersea vocational school teachers to do to find success (babes) but have a reverb-swathed go at the UK rock charts? More power to’em, Lord knows England still probably had a healthy appetite for this sort of stuff in 1974, and Lord knows my side projects don’t go anywhere.

Which reminds me: If I were to acquire a cat and start producing my own hilarious (and adorable, probably thee most adorable) cat videos, how would I go about making money from it? The only compensation for the millions of YouTube hits I’ll get will probably just be in the form of kudos, and kudos don't buy Professor Featherbottom cat food and tiny sunglasses, nor do they buy his owner bourbon, to drink, in his new house, which he bought with the money that rolled in after the world got a glimpse of “kitty keytarsonist”. Dreams, lets make this happen.

By the way, how much for one of those Japanese cats? Those always seem to be the funniest. Tunsis, I’m glad you couldn’t be here today to see this, and Keyboard Cat, consider yourself ripped-off.

Now hit play, and kitty, don't just jump out of the cardboard box when the baby runs by, really go for it. Remember, you HATE the baby. Got it?

"Peaches (What's It All About?)"


"Work For My Baby"


(P.S. I've got to give a nod to Robin's Purepop blog for turning me on to this 45, so head on over there and dig through the archives if you actually want some info. Not that what I wrote isn't 100% true, it always is.)

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Hello

“Another School Day” / “C’mon Get Together” [Bell, 1973]


These young ladies shouldn’t have been buried alongside glam also-rans like Mr. Touch Too Much (ew!) and Mud (suddenly, also ew!), and are probably more notable for putting out an LP wrapped in faux denim and doing an earlier version of a song Ace Frehley made famous - but whatever, I like hand claps, I like floor stomps, and I like feathered hair, so I’m saying this 45 rules.

Plus, they really tell it like it is on the issues. Who here is sick of school? Who here likes to party? Exactly. Those are the things mainstream music is afraid to talk about. You know, real life on the streets. You can put your [sucker punch!] hands down now [sorry, that’s what we call the old Barry Humphries how’sit’goin’]. Hit play and watch your back for truancy officers.


"Another School Day"


"C'mon Get Together"