May 162025
 

IconsThe late Bernie Marsden seems universally acknowledged as one of the good guys. Possibly best known for his time in and in association with Whitesnake, he spent time also with a dizzy array of bands: U.F.O., Wild Turkey, Babe Ruth, Paice, Ashton & Lord before that, and any number of solo or semi-solo enterprises afterwards. He was a reliable provider of rock guitar, just on the more tactile and friendlier shores of metal, closer to blues rock than heavy rock. As well as being a masterful player, able to bleed notes from any of the many guitars he collected over his lifetime’s playing, he also possessed a no-nonsense meat and potatoes rock holler. He died, in 2023, having caught bacterial meningitis.

His later recordings were often made in the form of collections of songs by artists or studios influential to him: the “Inspirations” series. 2021 saw “Kings” (a tribute to B.B., Freddie and Albert, the trifecta of regal blues) and “Chess” (a tribute to the studio of Marshall Chess and the artists who were there nurtured) come out, while “Trios” (a little more self-explanatory) was issued in 2022. In similar sleeve design, the posthumous release Icons is the fourth of his last five records in the same vein. (The album between, “Working Man”, released shortly after his death, was all Marsden originals, thus breaking the pattern.)

Albums featuring the “favorite tracks” by guitarists have a vexatious history. At one end of the spectrum, in, arguably, the blues from which rock was born, there is a long tradition of recycling and repeating the same riffs and repetitions, whether acknowledged or otherwise. At the other you get the deeply divisive “superstar plus friends” sessions, pumping out easy listening lite derivatives. Carlos Santana’s “Guitar Heaven” must surely here be the nadir, and this listener’s hell. Thankfully, Icons is not that, as it it comes over just so darn genial. Indeed, such is the choice of material that anyone with longer teeth in the game, and perhaps out of touch with the current playing field of rock guitar, will get a warming flashback to their more formative days, when this sort of ticket was just the job for any red-blooded boy with a denim jacket to embroider and satchel to stencil.
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May 142025
 

Welcome to Cover Me Q&A, where we take your questions about cover songs and answer them to the best of our ability.

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Here at Cover Me Q&A, we’ll be taking questions about cover songs and giving as many different answers as we can. This will give us a chance to hold forth on covers we might not otherwise get to talk about, to give Cover Me readers a chance to learn more about individual staffers’ tastes and writing styles, and to provide an opportunity for some back-and-forth, as we’ll be taking requests (learn how to do so at feature’s end).

Today’s question, courtesy of staffer Hope Silverman:

What is your favorite cover of a deep cut?

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May 132025
 

Neil Young tribute albumIf you have an abiding interest in Neil Young, or regularly check in on this site, you have heard it by now: the new Neil Young tribute album is out. Heart of Gold: The Songs of Neil Young, Volume 1 has got some big names on board, and a confident, semi-official vibe about it (thanks in part to the subtitle, A Benefit for the Bridge School). Volume 2 is officially unannounced but said to be forthcoming from Killphonic Records.

We’ve been spreading the news of the project in recent months by looking at each of the singles released ahead of the album. But enough teasing: the record is here, and it’s time to opine.

Let’s jump right to the point: Volume 1 is a solid collection to kick off the series. Long may it run.

Is there room for improvement in Volume 2? Of course, and we’ve got some suggestions.
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May 092025
 

Five Good Covers presents five cross-genre reinterpretations of an oft-covered song.

Dire Straits

Fact: “Sultans of Swing” is a musical manifesto par excellence. Dire Straits might have a reputation (unearned) for not taking risks, but in terms of a debut single, their willingness to go against fashion and to consider biting the hand of pop norms was a significant statement.

Dire Straits were one of the biggest acts of the ’80s. There is sometimes a sense that a talent as obvious as Mark Knopfler’s would inevitably find a way to be a success. Musical stardom is not like that. Sometimes the gap between a Mark Knopfler and a Vini Reilly is a small one, and the distance between either of them and someone who performs occasionally to a coterie of rapt fans even smaller. We all know of amazing guitarists who are not playing arenas for years on end and are giving lessons to budding future axe-wielders rather than wielding themselves.

There is also the issue of whether Dire Straits would have been the vehicle for that success, had it come at a different time or in a different way. With natural self-awareness augmented by decades of therapy, bassist John Illsley notes that the band members shaped Mark Knopfler’s vision, but it was nevertheless the band leader’s vision, and his songs. The outcome was massive success, and perhaps it would have been anyway. Or perhaps not. Perhaps the polishing and shaping from the different members of the group over the years fully enabled the outcome.

The band came together fortuitously. Mark’s younger brother David moved into a rundown apartment in a proleterian part of London, later followed by Mark, and eventually a four-piece band together came together. Of these, initially, only drummer Pick Withers was making a living from music, as a successful session musician and in-house drummer at Rockfield Studios, recent subject of a fascinating book by Tiffany Murray. The band could see that they had something special, but what band does not? They were willing to work hard, realizing that they might not get many more throws of the dice. What they did not have was a lot of road to take off or any means to turn their aptitude and endeavor into a record deal. Although they could live cheaply, by forsaking any sense of luxury or, indeed, hygiene, they could not do so forever.

As Illsley tells it a legacy from a grandmother, passed on to him by his parents, hoping it would cover rent for a period, was spent on a demo tape instead. The anchor of that tape was “Sultans of Swing,” and it was persistent radio play by a sympathetic believer in the band that eventually got the attention of the record companies, from which the band could choose a partnership. They chose that partnership on the basis of musical fit, rather than succumbing to the ministrations of Virgin, who assumed that indulgent female company might be the way to seal the deal!

As a choice to roll the dice on for the last time, it is a ballsy choice. Musical London in 1977 appealed to the emotions, and often the sartorial sense. Punk was taking it three chords and spittle-flecked frontmen to the irritated front pages of the newspapers and thus to the hearts of the young, disco was in the nightclubs appealing to lovers of all types, and rock was getting rockier and developing a subculture. Dire Straits was practicing, and proselytizing, none of these things. There was no fashion, fans did not form close-knit groups, and the music was not really danceable, nor did it have the rhythms for love.

The song specifically celebrate a form of music that, if it was ever fashionable in the UK at all, it was during a short-lived fad for ‘Trad Jazz’ in the ’60s, and which young people would largely not be aware of. The Sultans of Swing were a Dixieland Jazz band playing in a particularly hardscrabble bit of London, to an audience largely indifferent to their presence. Mark Knopfler found them fascinating. They made no concessions to fashion at all, and were happy with their choices. Partly because some of them had other (less enjoyable?) jobs to fall back on. Or because some of them, for instance the rhythm guitarist, seemed not to want too much success or adulation. They were happy with their lot, because they were playing the music they loved with people that they liked. They were not going to make any concessions for the sake of success. As manifesto and metaphor it was clear. Illsley and Withers provide expert, practiced and nuanced, rhythms to work with, David Knopfler does not make his guitar “cry or sing” but he provides a necessary backdrop. The choice to have Mark Knopfler’s legendary solo go on into the fade sent another message: I Can Do This All Day. 
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May 022025
 

‘The Best Covers Ever’ series counts down our favorite covers of great artists.

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Up the irons! Iron Maiden turns 50 this year. They’re still going strong too, releasing music, playing shows, engaging in mock sword battles with a towering Eddie. So we felt it was time to honor them with a Best Covers Ever. Personally, I feel the list should rightfully be 666 covers long, but that seems like a lot of blurbs to write.

We haven’t done that many heavy metal bands in these lists. The reason is simple: Metal bands often only get covered by other metal bands. This is particularly true for bands that are either a) niche or b) extremely technical. Iron Maiden is neither. Like Metallica, who we tackled a few years ago, their songs are versatile enough to be easily covered in any number of genres. You don’t need to know insane time signatures or ridiculously complicated riffs to find a way in. Many are essentially pop songs in metal garb—well, pop songs about the number of the beast, that is.

A few of the covers below come from metal acts, but most don’t. Nevertheless, we recommend headbanging to them all. Even the klezmer one.

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Apr 302025
 

Oh, What a Beautiful WorldWillie Nelson continues to, if not dominate, at least figure large on these pages, certainly the most prolific nonagenarian we have ever featured. Hot on the heels of Amy Irving’s quirky take on a number of Wilson and Wilson associated standards, Always Will Be, the maestro himself is turning out a tribute of his own. With form here, a lot of form, Wilson has taken to interspersing his own new material with offerings dedicated to old friends along the way, both living and dead. Harlan Howard was one recent recipient, but it is the turn now for Rodney Crowell to get some love, in a set of 12 by and large deeper cuts, occasionally songs written or made successful by others, rather than from his own not infrequent chart forays.
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