another perfectly good motorcycle ruined.......

Saturday, 28 April 2012

the loveless vinyl vault [aka skeletons in the cupboard]

the next four post's are classic northern soul 'stomper's', the term used for up-tempo, fast, soulful dance tunes, kicking us off is this gem by the velvet satin's, a beautiful slice of soul clocking in at one minute and fifty five seconds and arranged and produced by the legendary trade martin, he had a hand in loads of class records but is more famous as producing the world's worst record ever, the hateful 'we've got to stop the mosque at ground zero' what the fuck? forget all that and just listen to this big slab of soul.....

the loveless vinyl vault [aka skeletons in the cupboard]

this tune for me is forever 'bailey's' nightclub on a tuesday night, probably the most un-popular night of the week, the organisation that owned the 'bailey's' chain saw an oppurtunity to pack their premises with a load of kid's who didn't drink, didn't fight the bouncer's and didn't take drug's, [ahem], all they were interested in was the music, hector was the resident disc jockey, spinning the records and catering to the masses, we just wanted the weekend to come as soon as possible and going to 'bailey's' on a tuesday was one way to numb the pain of day to day working life............

the loveless vinyl vault [aka skeletons in the cupboard]

 used to pack the floor when i dropped this one at the old polish club on charnwood street, at the time mid-tempo, crossover tunes were very popular as championed at the mecca room's in blackpool, this is a balls to the wall, out and out classic northern stomper, apparently lady bo, [the famous bo diddley backing band guitarist had a hand in this one], total wig out time kid's, enjoy........

the loveless vinyl vaut [aka skeletons in the cupboard]l

rubin parker, i first heard this at an all-dayer at matlock pavillion on a bank holiday monday, short and sweet, and a great soulful vocal by rubin,  de-valued recently as the backing music to a fucking cat food commercial, just leave our music alone you tosser's.............

m. zed.

all mz rider's know this feeling, you have just been overtaken by a 'born-again' riding the latest model japper, he has four times the bee-hatche-pee, but, well frankly, can't ride for toss, he's threepenny bitting around the corners, you fix him in your sight's, gaining valuable yard's on every bend, he can hear you behind him, rinnga, dinnga, dingg as you search for the powerband, eventually he's your's, you stick it up him, mid bend, stand dragging, wallowing and weaving, sparks flying like a sparkler on bonfire night, up to the light's, there on red, shit, he's going to stuff you in a straight line dragrace, you feign disinterest as you adjust your snap bag on your shoulder, your ready, rev's rising, feathering the clutch waiting for the light's to change so you can do it all again, he bottles it and turn's left, victory is your's..............