Sunday, September 25, 2011

Lost Gem: "Clean Clean" - The Buggles (1980)


"Johnny tell the chaplain
go
and polish his tombs."

--> The Buggles <--


The Buggles, and their now-famous and delightful opening video for MTV, will always be an answer on some game show somewhere. And that ain't such a bad thing.

But The Buggles were more than a one-hit-wonder. They were blending synth sounds and tones creating a unique electronic pop experience that masked a darker future of a more antiseptic society.

The band consisted of just two guys experimenting in the studio...making moods. But with one rare difference. They were outstanding musicians.
Geoffrey Downes spun his magic over the keyboards and percussion...while Trevor Horn pottered the bass, guitar and vocals.

When the
legendary prog band...Yes...heard The Buggles debut..."The Age Of Plastic" (1980)...they quickly asked them to produce and also join the band. Now that's some pretty strong cred.

LOST GEM:--> "Clean Clean" ... an aggressive runaway roadburn that begins with a slow, almost church organ announcement. The synthesizer solo breaks are classic new wave.

Have you heard this gem?


Pogo Johnny kicked me in the head
Aiming for the floorboards but they picked me up instead
Through the ringing of the night before
Said, ‘The engine’s running, gotta pay a call.’
Johnny drove the half-truck
‘Cause we could not find the Jeep
Wake me in the morning, gotta get some sleep
Driving all night out of fear
Got it in the ribs every time he changed gear

I’m gonna,
Take a ride, gonna pick up the team
Gonna go where we’ve never been
I’m gonna,
Take a ride, gonna pick up the team
(Pickin’ up, pickin’ up the te-e-eam)
God, you know it’s hard to keep the fighting clean

Clean, clean
Clean, clean
Clean, clean
Clean, clean

Pogo Johnny gonna fight the war
Chaplain in the morning at the local liquor store
Pogo coughing bad from diesel fumes
Johnny tell the chaplain go and polish his tombs
Lying on the waste ground with a blanket on his face
Indicating that he’s left the human race
Helmet open where the world came in
Gotta keep your head if you wanna win

Clean, clean
(lost a million in our very first attack)
Clean, clean
(don’t you worry ‘cause you know we’ll get them back)
Clean, clean
(lost a million in our very first attack)
Clean, clean
(don’t you worry ‘cause you know we’ll get them back)

Good stuff!

Casey Chambers
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Saturday, September 10, 2011

Lost Gem: "We'll All Ride High (Money Bags)" - White Witch (1974)

"For your life to begin
ol' Money Bags,
your life will have to cease.
"
--> White Witch <--

White Witch were a gifted group of young Florida boys who oddly signed with a Southern Rock label (Capricorn)...but who were not Southern Rock.

On this 2nd and final album, "A Spiritual Greeting" (1974)...White Witch were RnR chameleons...sounding Beatlesque one minute...Bowieglam the next. Sabbath another time and Uriah Heep yet another.
But White Witch were not merely imitators. Their songs stand as Premium Original 70's rock jams. Played and performed at Premium Octane level. This range, however, would sadly prove to be their undoing.

Capricorn obviously didn't know how to market them...so they didn't.

LOST GEM:--> "We'll All Ride High (Money Bags)"...The intro is a "hoist-your-beers" feel-good chant that quickly turns into a guitar-burn.  
Wicked vocals preside over a cemetery burial.
A sacrifice, perhaps.
I like to think so. Turn it up!

Have you heard this gem?


We'll all ride high in the saddle again.
We'll all ride high in the saddle, my friend.
We'll all ride high in the saddle again.

We are gathered here today to pay respect
to a man who was filthy rich.
Though he owned this and that, when it came to friends
he had not a single stitch.
Though he played his part to Oscar-winning performance
While his entity lay, while it lay ever so dormant

We'll all ride high in the saddle again.
We'll all ride high in the saddle, my friend.
We'll all ride high in the saddle again.
Money bags. Money, Money bags

Now as a general rule, we don't usually hand out no flowers.
But as I recall is was said near and far, The old man he had powers.
May your death find you some love. And may your rest find you some peace.
For your life to begin, ol' Money Bags, you're life will have to cease.


Good stuff!

Casey Chambers
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