Seuras Og is an old enough to know better family Dr in Birmingham, UK, having taken the easy option of medicine upon failure to get work in a record store. By now drowning in recorded music, he has thought it about time to waste the time of others in his passion here, as well as a few other places dotted about the web.
Jackson C. Frank is one of those names that just insists on being investigated. He’s a near mystical/mythical figure from the 1960’s, with a back story that shreds any other to ribbons, so wracked it is with tragedies both accidental and self-inflicted. Golden Mirrors: The Undiscovered, Series 1, from erstwhile Bad Seed Mick Harvey, sees him again team up with Amanda Acevedo, a singer, artist and film maker from Mexico to pay tribute to Frank. The pair put together a melancholic album of orchestrated noir in 2023, Phantasmagorian Blue. This is the first in (what the title suggests is) a series of uncovering artists who influenced them, while residing possibly under the radar of many of their audience. Continue reading »
You can’t get a more direct than Covers, Kathleen Edwards’ newest short LP/long EP. It lets you know exactly what you got, even before you press play. That is commendable, but then Edwards has never been much for one to conceal her thoughts or her situation. This Canadian singer supreme has had a rocky old trail over the past decade or two, since electing to step away from critical acclaim in 2014, after four well-received albums of polished country and roots-derived songmanship.
The Ottawa coffee shop Edwards subsequently opened and ran was called “Quitters.” That might have been a self-deprecating jibe in name, but it was only later she revealed her then battle with depression had led to her tactical withdrawal from the music business. She returned to music in 2020, we all know what then came along to wreak worldwide havoc. This is her second release since her return, and her first since COVID lockdown and her eventual sale of Quitters.
The eight songs on Covers are a good mix of the likely and the unexpected, broadly drawn from Edwards’ fellow ranks of singer-songwriters. Springsteen, Petty and Pride are among the former, but songs from The Flaming Lips and Supertramp get a turn also. With backing of electric guitars, keyboards, occasional strings and a rhythm section, Edwards sings and plays acoustic. Greg Leisz and Scott Thurston are two of the accompaniments dropping by, on guitars and bass, respectively, each a sign of her esteem amongst peers. Continue reading »
Sometimes it is the simplest of ideas which, when executed with precision, reap the most rewards. Such is Positively Folk Street, where Steve Knightley, once one half of U.K. folk and acoustic standard bearers Show of Hands, looks back to those initial influences, the ones that sparked up his dedication and desire to pursue a career in their footsteps.
As a callow youth, picking up a guitar in his teens, Knightley was of the right age to latch right onto the acoustic charm of early Dylan, principally The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan. As he says, “I had no idea Dylan had drawn so deeply from our own folk tradition to shape many of his songs,” That point was hammered home as he then encountered Martin Carthy, at Sidmouth’s famous folk festival, hearing earlier “versions” of those self same songs. (Carthy was name-checked on the cover of Dylan’s breakthrough album, if not formally credited with any the songs or their arrangements, but the two of them have subsequently made up and remain friends.) On Positively Folk Street, Knightley celebrates both, with a selection of songs made famous by either. Continue reading »
Five Good Covers presents five cross-genre reinterpretations of an oft-covered song.
Massive Attack built a swift and sustained reputation right from the word go, as Blue Lines, their 1991 debut, virtually invented the whole trip-hop genre, and remains one of the best selling of that classification. I see Wikipedia describes trip-hop as “a psychedelic fusion of hip-hop and electronica, with slow tempos and an atmospheric sound, often incorporating elements of jazz, soul, funk, reggae, and R&B,” along with samples, often from film and elsewhere. Whilst that seems now a pretty good summation, at the time it was just so astonishingly different. Somehow, the unwieldy mix worked such alchemical magic, drawing together fans of any of those contributing parts, even if they didn’t especially love them all.
Mezzanine was album number 3, with a noticeably darker sound, adding industrial noise and post-punk to the palette. Outselling even Blue Lines, it became and still is their biggest selling release. Largely the baby of Robert Del Naja, it lead to some degree of conflict between he and the other members of the core trio membership of the band, Grant Marshall and Andrew Vowles. This meant Del Napa provided and put together most of the material, with the other two working mainly on the various loops of drum and bass used. Vowles then actually left the partnership shortly after release.
As a song, “Teardrop” was a rare instance, on Mezzanine, where Vowles had provided a track’s impetus, improvising the characteristic harpsichord figure in the studio. Vowles wanted Madonna to sing the lead vocal. She was very up for it, having earlier worked with the band (for “I Want You”). But Marshall and Vowles overruled him. They felt the ethereal tones of Elizabeth Fraser, from Cocteau Twins, would suit better the mood and melody. Fraser duly penned the words, later feeling they summed up her thoughts around her ex Jeff Buckley, despite being unaware his death at the time of writing.
Be that as it may, the combination of her lightweight vocal style and the gentle electronica prove to be unduly effective, explaining why “Teardrop” remains far and away the most covered of Massive Attack’s songs. It came out as Mezzanine‘s second single in April 1998, and reached #10 in the UK chart, still their highest home success, if faring better in other territories, notably Iceland, where it topped their chart. It took the TV series House M.D. using it as its theme song to give it any great traction in the U.S.. Continue reading »
Thea Gilmore has been on quite a journey these past few years, and, against the odds, has shown herself to be a survivor, when the odds were more she may barely wash up. One of those artists seemingly around for ever, it is a shock to realize she is still only in her mid-40s, despite a staggering catalog of over 20 albums, starting in 1998.
Whilst her own writing is sharp and incisive, she is neither a stranger to covering the work of other artists. That’s how we know her here, with her 2011 track-by-track recreation of Dylan’s John Wesley Harding meeting with no small approval. Prior to that she had issued 2004’s Loft Music, a diverse set that ranged from Creedence Clearwater Revival through to Phil Ochs, via the Ramones and Neil Young. On Don’t Stop Singing (also in 2011), she was gifted the opportunity to put music to a set of posthumous orphan lyrics written by Sandy Denny. (The fact that UK Denny tributers the Sandy Denny Project have covered one such song, “London,” is a wry testament.)
Anyhoo, here we are in 2025, and here is These Quiet Friends, a second set of disparate covers. The mood is here more consistent than the earlier set, that mood being generally low key and pensive, perhaps given away by the album title. An impression is that these songs helped sustain her over the brick wall her personal life crashed into, back in 2021. The details aren’t for here, but rather than a career-put-on-hold stalling release, this set provides a companion to Gilmore’s new material, which continues, her muse anything other than consumed by circumstance. Continue reading »
Under the Radar shines a light on lesser-known cover artists. If you’re not listening to these folks, you should. Catch up on past installments here.
Fear not, this is no obituary; Delbert McClinton is still around, a mere stripling of 84. Still, given that it’s been three years since his last album and more since he toured, I’d hate to have him slip away on me before I got the chance to celebrate him here.
Delbert who? That’s the response from most when I laud McClinton, his name having surprisingly little traction despite a career as long as my entire life. To answer the question, he’s a good ol’ boy from Lubbock, Texas, with a laissez-faire attitude to genre type-casting. Many of his records went top 20 positions in the US blues and country charts at the same time. We first heard of him playing his distinctive harmonica riffs on Bruce Channel’s “Hey, Baby.” In 1962! (That year he toured the UK with Channel; the Beatles were their opening act, and John Lennon famously got some playing tips from McClinton that he put to use on “Love Me Do.”)
That wasn’t even where McClinton began. He played Texas bar-bands from his teens, backing some of the blues legends then still on the road — Sonny Boy Williamson, Howlin’ Wolf, Lightnin’ Hopkins just to name a few. A hit with his own band, the Ron-Dels, “If You Really Want Me To, I’ll Go”, came in 1965, followed by a three-year partnership with Glen Clark, 1972-5, before striking out on his own. He was nominated for eight Grammy awards and won four — not too shabby. And let’s not forget his own songwriting, something he may even arguably be better known for. Emmylou Harris’s “Two More Bottles of Wine” was his, as well as many others that led to his 2011 indictment in the Texas Heritage Songwriters Hall of Fame.
But it is his gravelly, gritty renditions of the songs of others that we celebrate today, vocals that sound they have spent years in the saddle, ahead being trampled underfoot in a bar brawl, buried and then brined for posterity. Imagine a mix of Johns Fogerty and Hiatt, gargled with a sandpaper side, and you pretty much have it. A laryngologist’s nightmare, and perfect for his tramples over blues, country and rock and roll. Continue reading »
Jackson C. Frank is one of those names that just insists on being investigated. He’s a near mystical/mythical figure from the 1960’s, with a back story that shreds any other to ribbons, so wracked it is with tragedies both accidental and self-inflicted. Golden Mirrors: The Undiscovered, Series 1, from erstwhile Bad Seed Mick Harvey, sees him again team up with Amanda Acevedo, a singer, artist and film maker from Mexico to pay tribute to Frank. The pair put together a melancholic album of orchestrated noir in 2023, Phantasmagorian Blue. This is the first in (what the title suggests is) a series of uncovering artists who influenced them, while residing possibly under the radar of many of their audience.
You can’t get a more direct than Covers, Kathleen Edwards’ newest short LP/long EP. It lets you know exactly what you got, even before you press play. That is commendable, but then Edwards has never been much for one to conceal her thoughts or her situation. This Canadian singer supreme has had a rocky old trail over the past decade or two, since electing to step away from critical acclaim in 2014, after four well-received albums of polished country and roots-derived songmanship.
