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Wednesday, 10 May 2017

#TapeDeckShuffle GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY-AWESOME MIX Special

Plug in your amps and Walkman headphone jacks and get your tape deck's and Zune shuffles ready, as after 5 years our #TapeDeckShuffle series is back. And this week it's a special dedicated to the cosmic-book, space-age Marvel franchise 'Guardians Of The Galaxy' and it's new sequel, 'Vol. 2'. With our playlist picks selecting the best from each 'Awesome Mix' soundtracks volumes to get your Groot scootin' on to. Showtime A-Holes!

Side A-Vol 1.

Blue Swede-Hooked On A Feeling: "Ooh-ga chaka. Ooh-ga, ooh-ga". I can't stop this feeling. Deep inside of me. Just like G.O.T.G's themes song. The Guardians just don't know what they do to me. Ahh-ahh, ahh! You know the rest.

Norman Greenbaum-Spirit In The Sky: Last used on the 'Alien' like 'Life' spaceship with Ryan Reynolds and Jake Gyllenhaal. This decades gone, timeless classic set off the first full trailer for the first 'Guardians Of The Galaxy' film perfectly. If anyone teased that Marvel's movie about a talking tree and racoon was going to be a scud missile than they had no bark or bite after this laid everything to rest as they took us to the place that's the best.

Elvin Bishop-Fooled Around & Fell In Love: Getting 'Footloose' like his great hero Kevin Bacon. What better a song for Chris Pratt's Star-Lord to roll with than the one in which he and stick-up-the-butt, barge-pole love interest and green beauty Gamora shared their first dance to?

10CC-I'm Not In Love: You want an absolute 80's classic that fits the tone and texture of this throwback film? Than how about this then futuristic, atmospheric gem that hadn't been used this well since New York's finest the Fun Lovin' Criminals covered it so smoothly?

The Runaways-Cherry Bomb: No Jackson 5? Not Marvin's mountain (technically that was 'Awesome Mix Vol. 2'...just sayin')? Not even the 'Ooh Child' dance-off with the Five Stairsteps bro? Not one this 'Cherry Bomb' explodes the pre-finale fights, locked and loaded suit-up montage. Hello daddy! Hello mum!

Side B-Vol 2.

Electric Light Orchestra-Mr. Blue Sky: Annoyingly catchy. If you hate this song. You won't be able to help but loving it after you watch 'Vol. 2's' opening sequence as Baby Groot plugs this tune and dances around whilst his fellow Guardians protect the galaxy from what looks like the love child of Krang from the Turtles and the Kraken. This is not your average space Octopus or chip off the old Groot. But an oblivious baby Groot still cuts a rug...unless Drax is watching.

Fleetwood Mac-The Chain: Nothing speaks to the theme of this movie more than this absolute belter from the Mac that links all these sisterly and fatherly family ties together. The now signature Formula One theme sets off this sequels second trailer like Greenbaum with even more spirit in the sky.

Sam Cooke-Bring It On Home: Shall we dance again? The 'will they won't they' Fitz/Simmons of the Galaxy, Star-Lord and Gamora waltz to this love gospel that the live opening of Will Smith's 'Ali' used to knockout effect like Ego's living planet was a ballroom.

George Harrison-My Sweet Lord: A long haired, bearded Beatle over Ravi Shankar sitar is as trippy as it gets to continue this out of this universe experience so electric and eclectically.

Cat Stevens-Father & Son: There's no better way to conclude an epic, emotional end to a superhero film all about family than with 'Father and Son'. As the now Yusuf Islam sings "I know, I have to go" to the end credits if there's a dry eye in the house than I am Groot. TIM DAVID HARVEY.

Monday, 6 March 2017

#ForTheRecord FUN LOVIN' CRIMINALS Live & The Albert Hall, Manchester (4/3/17)

4/5

Criminal Minded.

New York's finest were in the Manchester city of Northern Soul this weekend as Huey and the boys gave the town of an Oasis of Brit-Pop a study of criminology like Raekwon the Chef of the Wu-Tang Clan, Shaolin NYC. Blending real raps and rocking blues of a hip-hop edge, these smooth criminals kept it exactly like that, leaning as far back as Michael Jackson did forward in said songs video. As these dapper dons draped in the frank pinstripes of Sinatra suit stylings, Clyde fedoras and sneakers the Knickerbockers would be proud of brought all the apples from Manhattan to the United Kingdom across the pond they now call home. Kicking off the set strong like they always do with their signature, self-titled breakthrough smash, the Fun Lovin' Criminals rolled through all their rocking hits as Huey Morgan, Fast and Frank on drums redefined cool on a Saturday night in the city where everyone is trying to be exactly that but failing...don't they know it's effortless?

The Crims brought out the big guns like Tommy. 'The Grave and The Constant' and the king of the four page sentences. 'The King Of New York' tribute to John Gotti. The 'Love Unlimited' ode to Barry White and the Louis Armstrong classic cover 'We Have All The Time In The World'. Not to mention, or forget all the timeless classics that sent the crowd 'Loco" like the 'Scooby Snacks', 'Pulp Fiction' referencing fix. These guys "running round, robbin' banks all wacked" bombed the L and almost brought the Albert Hall down. No not the royal one, but Manchesters own mesmerizing converted church, which the Criminals almost crumbled. All the way from the beautiful landmarks circling pews to the stirring stained glass on evening reflection. Save something for the pulpit though as the band started tossing out "Gym Hats" to the Fun Lovin' faithful before their "supermodel on my D" 'Big Night Out' finale that made way for their D.J. after party. If you don't see the irony at least see the gesture. As the maverick Morgan with his unmistakable Brooklyn drawl could be responsible for a few babies when he slows it down with his smooth as scotch, bruised beautiful ballads over the rocks.

The same cadence that provided compelling backstory introductions to all his numbers like 'Smoke 'Em' (if you got 'em). The same vocals that has introduced all the classic songs that the youth had never previously heard of or added to their playlists on his BBC radio show that's as sought after for it's soundbites as its songs. The same D.J. that eloquently wrote about all the artists you should have grown up with in his 'Rebel Hearts' bible testament of a good book for music. The same singer that lets the future of what you should be listening to play too like the band Milk, who in support didn't let the mood spoil with their fresh sound and style. A band who Huey's 6 Music show gave 'Record Of The Year' too. But two decades and a year since their anniversary tour of their classic debut album 'Come Find Yourself', the Fun Lovin' Criminals sound just as original and innovative as they did 21 years ago as they played the title track with true love and legacy making legend. The message still ringing true in a time where being 'Passive/Aggressive' is more the societal norm. And you best believe Huey knew this as he opened one of F.L.C.'s 'C.F.Y.'s classic cuts with his own raw and real remarks. And at the risk of sounding aggressive here-but never passive-after this saturday night that was anything but just another one, how can the U.S. and the city of New York doze on a fun band that's as synomonous with the five bouroughs as the Brooklyn Bridge, Staten Island Ferry or the Queens Expressway combined? This is supposed to be the city that never sleeps. And these are the the realest New Yorkers. How you can't love this? Criminal! TIM DAVID HARVEY.

Tuesday, 20 December 2016

REVIEW: TANK-A CLASSIC CHRISTMAS NIGHT E.P.

4/5

Hark The R&B King Sings.

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the industry. Not a musician was working. Not even a Kanye. Except for Tank. The soul soldier who keeps rolling out the hits. A champion like the Cavaliers. The LeBron James of smooth, grown up R&B. Or at least one third the King, with royal TGT subjects, innovator Ginuwine and Hollywood actor Tyrese Gibson sharing the throne and holding it like an 'Empire' Lyon king dynasty. They released a Christmas track ('Be My Holiday') two seasons back that Tank owned hook, verse line and production kitchen sink after their supergroup project. And now after a monster year, giving us the sequel to his Grammy nominated 'Sex, Love & Pain' classic with the R&B album of the year 'SLP2' (that was released right in January no less), following his album each year artillery of 'Now Or Never', 'This Is How I Feel' and 'Stronger', the 'Maybe I Deserve' singer has something else for us to unwrap. And we thought you couldn't fit a Tank under a tree.

And yes this one man really is a force of nature. Because after devoting a valentines E.P. of Adele and soundalike Sam Smith covers ('If You Were Mine'), not to mention countless crate digging mixtapes and singles (remember the 'Shots Fired' with Chris Brown), Tanks' good tidings have given us another extended play for Christmas. And in following in the studio steps of Destinys Child and Luther Vandross it really is beginning to look like the season of giving now as the singer loads up 'A Classic Christmas' and all the greats for this time of year. And no we're not talking about 'Snow Cold' or no 'Bishop Cognac and Mince Pies'. But 'Him, Her, Them'? They're all getting presents this Christmas like Oprah. Leave the milk and cookies out for this guy, because his trademark piano keys and high note vocals that were stripped down to their bare essentials on his last holiday E.P. are back as he begins with a wish of 'Have Yourself A Merry Christmas'. Perfect for wrapping presents by the fireplace with the Christmas lights shining like the stars this singer used to croon about on his black and white Motown inspired 'Stronger' lead single. 'Silent Night' continues this warm Winter feeling well into the evening as Tank flips this timeless tale his own way but still makes it all well and all bright. Just like with the 'Chestnuts' roasting by the open fire as one of the 'Three Kings' channels the great Nat King Cole with his own legacy for the legend.

Durrell Babbs makes sure it really is a 'White Christmas' like New York City right now as he keeps this dozen-track record strictly with the best of December 25th, no stocking filler. Especially when he gifts us with 'Hark The Herald Angels Sing' showcasing his showstopping vocal range which extends from chimney to chimney from the street. This should be played in every household this week to get you in the mood. If it doesn't feel like Christmas yet for you, it's about to you when you drop the needle on this record. Tank even has some thanksgiving leftovers for us, in the form of an original song for your fill. And 'Thankful For You' and all its production trimmings shows just like his beat boards how good this man is when he goes it alone, as well as covering the best. As he sings "Thankful for you, for all my family and friends/Thankful for you, for all the time we get to spend", it's really us who are grateful to this genuine talent. Tis the joint for your Christmas dinner playlist. Merry Christmas to you and yours from the one who will always be faithfully so. Glory to the R&B King. TIM DAVID HARVEY.

Sunday, 2 October 2016

BOOK REVIEW: BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN- BORN TO RUN

4/5

Born To Read.

Birthed on the boardwalks of a New Jersey's American Dream. Wrapped like a bandana around the steering wheel of a classic muscle car until it was tighter than the rest, Bruce Springsteen took to the iconic road metaphor of his lifes work and ran with it. Forget "the new Dylan" or even being his own "Boss". There is only one Bruce Springsteen and the blue collar representation of his hard work has made him one of the greatest singer/songwriters of all-time when it comes to the great American songbook. That's quite a road travelled and a legacy traversed for the legend. Every Springsteen song tells a story. From the downtrodden to the uprisen. He's made classics both in the youth of his career ('Greetings From Asbury Park N.J.') and the latest latter days ('Wrecking Ball'). He's released acoustic stripped down albums that get to the bare bones of his narrators (like the dark desperation of the 'Nebraska', 'The Ghost Of Tom Joad' and 'Devils and Dust' trilogy) and even an uplifting album in memory of those lost after the terroist attacks of September 11th on New York's trade towers (the raw, redemptive resolve of 'The Rising').

Yet we've always wanted to hear more from the bosses mouth for the man who has spent his life speaking up for others and telling their story. Sure there's been a lot wrote about the Boss. From the inspired interview inserts of Clinton Heylin's 'E Street Shuffle' (not to mention the 'Dylan On Dylan' like 'Talk About A Dream'), to the brilliant 'Bruce' book by Peter Ames Carlin, at one recent point thought to be the closest biography we'd get of Bruce to something more like a memoir. But Springsteen who wrote a powerful foreword in late, great partner in live E Street serenade, Clarence Cleamons' 'Big Man' autobiography has finally published his own mesmerizing memoirs. As the autobiography 'Born To Run' (named after his breakthrough and biggest album and hit song of the same name) instantly becomes our new, most sought after Springsteen scribe. With all due respect to the Robert J. Wiserman's wonderful chapter mixtape 'Walk Like A Man' featuring the songs and stories that inspired the rivers of his life. 'Born To Run', accompanied by the musical composition 'Chapter and Verse' of the same black and white, thunderbird lent falls snow drive cover. An inspired and interesting greatest hits package that features bootleg aside, previously unreleased material from his early days with The Castiles, Steel Mill and Bruce Springsteen band, featuring stand outs like 'Baby I', 'The Ballad Of Jesse James' and the before its time aptly titled, 'You Can't Judge A Book By It'S Cover'.

Streaming through his consciousness and the fathers land of his U.S.A. country he was born in, Springsteen writes something as deep as the Man in Black, Johnny Cash's amazing autobiography and as entertainingly well wrote as Willie Nelson's 'My Life'. As a matter of fact the next time you say hello to your four walls and read this by lamplight each night you'll see this story and the writing before your eyes brings even more depth and distinction that the tales he spun before your ears on many a record you and your headphones fell asleep to. Springsteen's scribles even turn a phrase around more times than the conceptual rotations of one of his classics. As he details his life on the road and all the love and sometimes hate he picked up on the way, his never defeated spirit is even scrawled down in an off-beat poet style. Kerouac would be proud. Of course the candid Boss talks about the heart of matters. Where he was born. Where he was raised. His mother. His father. His lovers. His Patti. His band and of course the road he took from E Street to the rest of the world where he showed his soul with all his heart. There's stories you know and ones you don't. Something Jack Nicholson said to him about old blue eyes at Sinatra's funeral, or just how much one of his sons favourite punk bands are a fan of Springsteen senior are worthy of your spoiler free own discovery. There seems like a million little stories like that from a man that has moved more than that many people as he's sung about all their tales of trial and tribulation to. The darkness of his now brought to the light depression serve to soothe other souls however in its powerful poignancy. But here as he really writes about every album and everything for the record you finally get closer to the American icon you've only dreamt of seeing or emulating. At first it seems strange that this formidable figure with a spirit of some mystery is baring all in the book, but this is one case were you should meet your heroes. As Springsteen sings from a different type of hymn sheet and teaches us even more life lessons than he already has in stories and soliloquys that are all power and no preach. It's a gospel that we should read and heed, again and again, time after years down the line, chapter and verse. Run with it, like that runaway American dream...it's your birthright. TIM DAVID HARVEY.

Tuesday, 27 September 2016

BORN TO WRITE-Lyrics To Springsteen

Writing On A Dream.

By TIM DAVID HARVEY.

I've never done this before. Aside from to close friends and ones I love and trust. 'This' being sharing publicly what I really write the most about, more than all the articles I post. Lyrics from songs or poems that I have been writing constantly for around a decade now. Although the vast majority will never see the light of the day and there's plenty more lyrics that lament his legacy here's three for the big Boss Bruce. Three songs wrote many years ago in dedication to my music and songwriting hero, Springsteen. In tribute of todays release of the mans memoirs. 'Born To Run', the autobiography of Bruce Springsteen we've been waiting a long time on the road for. So as we read Springsteen's story, straight from the Bosses mouth, here's just a small sample of mine. And what over time this icon has done for me and my writing dream I will always work on...

ANOTHER ROUND FOR ME & THE BOY FROM NEW JERSEY (Wrote 2009)

Same again,
Pour another two if you'd please,
Tonight this writers sharing stories with a man who's been telling them for decades,
& I wanna turn the page,

Bartender,
Another round for me & the boy from New Jersey,
We got a good half hour left & I need one more story,

This mans got my full attention,
Like a wise man or a legend seen to be believed,
The author of my childhood,
The soundtrack of my manhood,

Bartender,
Another round for me & the boy from New Jersey,
We got a good half hour left & I need one more story,

I'm telling how he influences,
While he talks about working on the highway & Darlington County,
I ask him advice about my lady,
& he tells me about Wendy, Mary & Frankie,

Bartender,
Another round for me & the boy from New Jersey,
We got a good half hour left & I need one more story,

So give us a minute,
& lean over whilst your cleaning your glass,
Because he tells my story & yours everytime he speaks,
So lets play a few tracks & that'll be that,

Bartender,
Another round for me & the boy from New Jersey,
We got a good half hour left & I need one more story,

Same again,
Pour another two if you'd please,
Tonight this writers sharing stories with a man who's been telling them for decades,
& I wanna turn the page,

Just one more...

NEW JERSEY SOUL (Wrote 2013)

Greetings from a seaside town that looks like Asbury Park,
You can see the light of those same last laugh amusements after dark,
Another round for me & the boy from New Jersey,
I want to hear just one more story,
With our Canadian friend on the mixtapes playlist,
Walk like a man no matter the distance,

I took a train to the Meadowlands to cut down Nets,
Now a wrecking ball to Brooklyn is all they get,
But I must have seen something on the ride home,
That will always make me go back,
New Jersey soul,
The boss is that,

We'll take a ride in a classic car & talk about girls we loved & lost,
Through a tunnel of love until valentines day can't get enough,
Or when we're tougher than the rest,
A man who may not be my brother but sure is best,
As we hear clearly through stereo,
All the places on this you and me journey we can truly go,

I took a train to the Meadowlands to cut down Nets,
Now a wrecking ball to Brooklyn is all they get,
But I must have seen something on the ride home,
That will always make me go back,
New Jersey soul,
The boss is that,

He told me I'd see the American dream,
& find true love like Bobby Jean,
Hearts hungry,
You & me,
Riding through the U.S.A, till the road & blue jeans are torn,
Like this is where we were born,
Electric Nebraska,
Love & laughter,

I took a train to the Meadowlands to cut down Nets,
Now a wrecking ball to Brooklyn is all they get,
But I must have seen something on the ride home,
That will always make me go back,
New Jersey soul,
The boss is that,

SPRINGSTEEN TO THE AMERICAN DREAM (Wrote 2013)

A writer in waiting,
A waiter writing,
On napkins & bill folds,
From opening time to closing,
Just another bus boy dream,
That I’ll have to wait on,
But I’m not waiting my life away,
While they take tips, force shifts & mess up pay,

Our music was always built on hard times,
Blue collars,
Hearts squandered,
The Boss never lost,
We’re winning now,
In the memory of ‘The Big Man’,
We love you Clarence,

Springsteen to the American dream,
& all the promises life believes to be seen,
Or so it seems,
It’s all coming true,
& that’s all thanks to you,

Soul driving down roads of thunder,
All the way to Atlantic City with the boy from New Jersey,
Down E Street,
Working on a dream like magic,
‘Born To Die’, Lana riding shotgun,
Baby we we’re born to run,
To the sun,
Come on up for the rising,
Hey, hey, hey I’m on fire,

Springsteen to the American dream,
& all the promises life believes to be seen,
Or so it seems,
It’s all coming true,
& that’s all thanks to you,

Darkness on the edge of town,
But a human touch keeps me from the devils arcade,
This American dream baby it’s took its test,
But we’re tougher than the rest,
Looking for the tunnel of love,

Because the spirit of the night,
Gives us reason to believe,
Springsteen to the American dream,

Our music was always built on hard times,
Blue collars,
Hearts squandered,
The Boss never lost,
We’re winning now,
In the memory of ‘The Big Man’,
We love you Clarence,

Friday, 23 September 2016

BOOK REVIEW: WILLIE NELSON-MY LIFE

On The Road.

Weathered wrinkles warn you that this is a man that has seen some miles. But country legend Willie Nelson's 82 year old mind is still as fresh as the first time Georgia was on it.

And it always will be for the legend who has seen it all and sung the same. From the highways with legendary men like the one in black, Johnny Cash, or the one in dark shades, Ray Charles. To the interstates he's gone at alone. The 'On The Road Again' singer takes us, his friends down the music row road most travelled for his memoir 'My Life' and this autobiography is as he puts it; 'A Long Story'. But boy is it a good one. As well wrote as one of his songs these compelling chapters wont put you to sleep. Instead they'll have you wracking your brain to just how you finished just under 400 pages just before bed.

A coffee shop table-top book this is not. More like one for the motel road stop night if you get a little lonely. You'll be lucky to pick this Willie up as he goes full Kerouac on the road, taking you from Nashville to California and all the Houston's and San Antonio's he's been between before. Through it all, the places he's been and the people he's seen this maverick has always kept it real and religious in the name of his fathers soul and the holy spirit of song. As a matter of fact you can take the way he talks about how he writes songs as gospel. Because it's more than a genius of a guide from a life well lived. It's an all freeing truth that falls like a whiskey stream that wouldn't flow if it didn't fit. All the way from the waterfall to the bottom of your glass.

And there's a beautiful spirited metaphor and message for life here that Nelson gives us with no half measures. Whether he's talking about cowboys like the Magnificent Seven or tipping his cap to four walls this man knows exactly what he's talking about when he pays tribute to all the wives he's loved before like Julio Iglesias, or laments a lesson we should all heed and not lose in how it's 'Funny How Time Slips Away'. How can you not take the word from a man that's lived even more lives than we've even heard?

The crazy hearted road warrior of true grit in his recent lifetime has taken more than one kind of hit with rapper Snoop Dogg and rolled around in 'Dukes Of Hazzards' cars with 'Jackass' Johnny Knoxville, but it's the individual life of this solo artist that has garnered real inspiration. And from selling encyclopedias to being in the country music one (in the section marked, 'Hall Of Fame'), it's a life that is still being well lived. So before you hop in a thunderbird down 'Thunder Road' for The Boss, Bruce Springsteen's long-awaited, highly anticipated road warrior memoir 'Born To Run' next week, find time for a quick spin around the block with the man who knows the real road, chapter and verse. A man who will be on it again like our minds...always. TIM DAVID HARVEY.

FOR THE RECORD: KRS-ONE Live @ LIVERPOOL (22/09/16)

4.5/5

Sound Of Da Best.

If you don't know KRS-One. You don't know hip-hop.

After last night Liverpool knows now as the legendary M.C. of B.D.P. hit Beatle-town with his class of the old-school, 80's legendary sound. Managing the mania as he bounded on stage as abruptly as he left it with a tight, no encore, shade under an hour and a half set that was all killer no filler. As a matter of fact one of the best rap shows even a hardcore head could ever see. No exaggeration necessary.

As Boogie Down Production's Kris got down you no longer needed a Baz Lurhman Netflix series to show you the roots of rap and just how good the golden age really was, as one of the eras most epic was right there in front of you, live in living color. As he dropped all sorts of 'Poetry' on the audience, taking them to a 'Higher Level' a hip-hop education (not to mention a real life one) was given to those too busy doing the boogie to remember just how much this living legend, top five lyricist (dead or alive) has actually produced. Old school class was most definitly in session.

Everyone knows the "WOOP! WOOP!" of the 'Sound Of Da Police' signature solo smash. But you don't need to even read more into the lyrics now to see just how more relevant this social commentary is today...still! You could see it in the fire of his eyes as this effervescent, energetic perfomer envoked the passions of all people concerned. But it was when he broke it down to the bare beatless bones of his best work and some formidable freestyles of introspective inspiration that KRS showed he really is the one. And real hip-hop personified in its pure performance. This was more than rap...it's poetry.

"Rap is something you do. Hip-Hop is something you live." KRS-One's legendary quote adorned the stage in a banner moment for the great who showed he was still living the only life he knew, 30 years down the line. His passion could not be denied as he annunciated every word and sucked the crowd in like a vacuum cleaner with every genius turn of phrase. And you could tell the Liverpool faithful were in it. Oohing and laughing at every smart line, shaking their head in wide-eyed, pleasant surprised disbelief (The "smell me" face was definitly the pose last night for the camera phone armed crowd urged to put the instant classics this rapper was dropping in freestyle form on Youtube for the record).

How could we forget? How does the industry neglect? A veteran still on top of his game. You could see it in the cipher like huddle that mosh pit enveloped him after the sensational set from the true school, where KRS took more selfies than the Oscars (KRS-Onesie anyone) in an impassioned but peaceful end to a concert he concluded with 'Criminal Minded's' legendary hit 'The Bridge Is Over'. That all may be. But this One will never be. TIM DAVID HARVEY.