Praise if you wanna – talking Paul Weller with Dan Jennings

It’s been a vintage year for Paul Weller-related publications, and I can’t believe eight months have now passed since the release of my own love letter in print to Paul, Bruce Foxton and much-missed Rick Buckler, Solid Bond In Your Heart: A People’s History of The Jam (Spenwood Books).

With the (whisper it) Christmas market in mind, I should mention that there are still a few hardback copies available, and if you’re looking for further Weller-flavoured written product, if only to drop a couple of timely hints to loved ones, there are a few more impressive new books to be tracked down.

This week alone saw a copy of the heavily soulful, super-ambitious Sartorial 65: Paul Weller Style – Five Decades of Cool land at West Cornwall’s WriteWyattUK HQ, a true contender for the crème de la crème of coffee table books, lovingly assembled by Nick Keen alongside daughter Harriet, Alf Button and Jason Disley. And that weighty wonder, seemingly right out of Cafe Bleu or maybe Our Favourite Shop next door, arrived shortly after further word from Stuart Deabill, co-author (with Ian Snowball) of 2012’s Thick As Thieves: Personal Situations with The Jam and 2020’s Soul Deep: Adventures with The Style Council, regarding In the Shadow of the Sun: Paul Weller & the Nineties, penned with Steve Rowland (also involved with Soul Deep) and Paul’s sister, Nicky Weller, currently on pre-release and set to land in Spring 2026.

While it might appear odd for this scribe to help spread the word about rivals of sorts in an era where spare cash is somewhat hard to come by, what unifies us all is an overriding love for Weller’s many musical projects and vehicles down the years, from The Jam onwards. And I feel it would be churlish to do anything but highlight those publications and another receiving plenty of rightful acclaim lately, Dan Jennings’ rather splendid Paul Weller: Dancing Through the Fire – the Authorised Oral History.

As Weller himself put it, ‘Nearly 50 years in music? How is that possible? When Dan mentioned that he’d interviewed over 250 people for this, I didn’t even know that I knew that many people… but he’s done it in a way that shows that it’s more than just about me, it’s the story of everyone who was there along the way.’

I’m guessing Dan’s still glowing about that praise. I know how he feels too, after receiving my own personal correspondence with Paul earlier this year following Solid Bond’s publication. I still gaze at that hand-written letter occasionally, smiling, somewhat in awe. ‘Paul Weller? Writing to me?’ Yes, really.

From day one – in his case, December 2020 – I loved the concept of Dan’s Desperately Seeking Paul podcast, and while I tried to avoid listening to more than a handful of editions while working on Solid Bond (not least as many of the names interviewed were also in my contacts book), I can safely say it made for wonderful listening, his lockdown era project soon soaring in the ratings, with good reason.

Chances are you’ll already know the idea behind the Paul Weller Fan Podcast, but in short it featured 180 in-depth interviews which ultimately led to a two-hour conversation with Weller himself, and even Dan’s involvement in Paul’s official marketing. The initial premise? Dan tells us he gave up his radio broadcasting career with ‘one big regret – never getting to interview his hero’, Desperately Seeking Paul created chiefly to try solving that issue, soon becoming a celebration of Weller’s output from The Jam’s In the City onwards, the broadcaster ‘joined by fans, musicians, band members who have played with Paul or simply loved and been influenced by his music, the studio teams, producers, engineers, tea-boys and more, the video directors and documentary makers, the journalists, radio and TV presenters, photographers and authors who have interviewed him, taken photos of him, written about him, hung out with him or who simply dug his career, friends, family… and more!’

Dan hardly needs my words of approval, the product speaking for itself and word put around by many influential commentators in Weller World and across the music press in recent weeks, with backing from his team at Constable / Little, Brown. And he deserves the accolades – it’s a mighty tome, lovingly licked into shape, coming in at 760-plus pages, taking us right through that amazing career, featuring many entertaining behind-the-scene tales, insights and perspectives from the man himself and those who have proved integral to that remarkable journey, including many names within Paul’s inner circle, family and friends among them, the accounts carefully weaved together from more than 200 hours of conversation… with PW’s blessing and full cooperation, all tackled remarkably well, much that worked about the podcast now neatly translated into written form.

And I know just how much hard graft goes into such publications and how much of your life and that of those around you (it took a look and drowned us, you could say) is consumed in the process. So how best for me to cover all that? Well, I decided to have words with Dan, who was good enough to spare a little precious time the afternoon after his London book launch – presided over by esteemed broadcaster John Wilson – between various engagements with radio shows and the like, part of a busy fortnight of promotion for a fella admittedly rather shell-shocked by the public and critical response to his book and broadcasts. He was definitely on a high. Most likely he still is.

‘I said to somebody at the launch, it feels a bit like a weird kind of out-of-body experience. There are moments where you see something, somebody’s written something lovely or whatever, and you get a bit emotional, but it’s like it’s happening to somebody else. Very odd.’

Can we measure success by the comfiness of sofas on stage at a launch event?

‘Ha! I mean, they were quality sofas, true… but also by the guests. The fact John Wilson came along, then introduced me, was utterly ludicrous. Someone I’ve listened to on the radio for donkeys’ years.’

And he turned down another event to be there.

‘He was meant to be at the Bowie launch at the V&A. I think he got his nights confused, then realised he’d double-booked. Bless him, I’d have binned off me for Bowie!’

Quite a compliment. John comes over as a consummate pro. In fact, I’ve only recently caught up with his Mastertapes series via the wonders of BBC Sounds – Billy Bragg, Ray Davies, Wilko Johnson, The Zombies, so many more greats in conversation, including Paul Weller around the time of Sonik Kicks and the 30th anniversary of final Jam studio outing, The Gift.

‘Yes, and on that he plays ‘Gravity’, still six years away from being released.’

It’s coming up for two years since Desperately Seeking Paul podcast interview no. 180. Clearly, that chat with the man himself was always the game plan, but did you – five or six episodes in – always believe or allow yourself to think it was going to happen?

‘It was a bit of a rollercoaster if I’m completely honest. There were times where I thought maybe it would happen, but then you heard things where people would say, ‘Oh no, he doesn’t do that sort of thing.

Dan Dancing: The DJ behind the book, a proud moment for this broadcaster and Weller enthusiast

‘But bless Claire Moon, his manager, who quite early on heard about it, and we connected. She said, ‘Look, you know…’ Obviously, if I interviewed Paul, it would be the end of a story arc, and kills off the ending. But she was also like, ‘Let me know if you want me to have a chat with him about it.’ It wasn’t a case of ‘let me know when you want him to do it.’ It was never a given, and certainly five episodes in I wasn’t thinking ‘this is going to happen’. That seemed a ludicrous idea, really.’

I wonder if your opinion of Paul as an interviewee changed. As an avid NME reader in the Eighties who first saw interviews in print with him in late Seventies Smash Hits days, the thought of landing a proper chat with him initially scared me. I wanted to do it, but – be it down to shyness or whatever – he’d often come over as brusque, surly, rather challenging. He seems remarkably chilled by comparison these days… but maybe that was always the case if you knew your stuff and he could recognise a kindred spirit. Perhaps it was just a perceived public persona.

‘I think as a young man he couldn’t always articulate what he wanted to say, therefore came across a bit abrupt, a bit short. I think there were also times when you could tell the interviewer was asking questions he didn’t have a huge amount of time for. He didn’t seem to get asked about the art and the craft, which surprised me. And without wishing to slag off other presenters, it was always one of my frustrations as a fan – he’d be billed on radio shows, you’d listen in… and some were excellent, but others you’d hear and go, ‘Why was he on that show?’ Like he was having to just tick off a press rota. Terrible. So absolutely, I think he’s in a place where he’s more comfortable in his own skin and as an interviewee now, but also think it’s about asking the right questions. That sounds like a massive ego, but there is that as well.’

It does make a difference. I can think of many an interview I’ve done where I feel a need to get in the sort of questions early doors that suggest you do actually know what you’re on about and understand where an interviewee’s coming from.

‘Yeah, you have to do your groundwork, and sometimes he’s been interviewed by people who clearly didn’t know, properly, his back catalogue or would try to find an angle that would be ‘clickbaity’. And Paul said quite recently to Shindig! ‘Dan didn’t have any agenda.’ I’m genuinely interested in all the stories and craft, his upbringing and everything as a fan but also as somebody interested in interesting stories!’

What do you reckon was your first ‘pinch me’ moment on this 180-edition journey?

‘Nicky Weller was a real key point, obviously in his inner circle as his sister. We did it on Zoom and she was in Ripley at her mum’s house, Ann chipping in in the background. That felt like a kind of Weller stamp of approval, The Jam fan club link, all that. And people like Andy Lewis, where you were getting to band members as well as writers, documentary, film makers, whatever, to the kind of people who had been ‘in it’, on the road…’

The upper echelons of the Wellerati.

‘Absolutely!’

Before all this there was a radio career. Tell me more, and why it ended.

‘That was my first love. As a kid, all I ever did, really, was listen to music and the radio. This was in Essex, I was born in ’75, so this would have been early Eighties. Me and my mum would listen to this guy, Timbo, who’d do really interesting, fun content and music competitions, and we’d play along. I loved music and grew up in a household where we had a cartridge machine. My folks had these massive, bloody great big cartridges of The Beatles and things in the house. We also had them in the car, taking these huge cartridges out with us! They’d flip over and somehow in the internal mechanism they’d always get tangled up. I’d love to see those again.’

So you were the Eight Track Cartridge Family, right?

 ‘Ha! Yeah, my mum was into Motown, The Beatles, all that, my dad was into Bowie, Eurythmics, Kate Bush… some great music. But funnily enough, not The Jam. They were just a bit past that age group. I’d listen to two shows, Invicta Radio on a crackling transistor… I’d struggle to get to school the next morning because I’d been listening in all night long, a guy called Caesar the Boogieman, brilliant. Then I discovered GLR and Chris Evans, before TFI Friday, Big Breakfast, all that. This was just so bonkers and anarchic and wonderful. I thought, ‘I want to do that job!’

‘I did hospital radio at 15, in Taunton. By then my folks had split, me, my mum and brother moving down to West Somerset. I had to go around the wards, get requests, take them to the presenters. Then, when I was 16, I got my own show, the Sunday Roast Show. By then I was doing a communications GCSE in sixth form alongside A levels and got a work experience place at BBC Somerset. I’d go in every Wednesday, but also spent time in the studio whenever I could. I’d fuck around with reel-to-reel tapes, make my own jingles for my hospital radio show.

‘I’d spend ages making little Dan Jennings effects tapes, all that. Such fun, and I made loads of friends through it. There was a Saturday show – I’d go in and answer the phones for this guy called Simon White. He was great, embracing young talent who were really keen. He had this ‘crew’, us all answering the phones for him, and he’d get us on air and out in the radio car, reporting back from events.

‘I then got offered a job by the BBC when they were moving to computers. This sounds so ancient – they were moving away from reel-to-reel tape, and I was the only one who really knew how they worked! They gave me a job, and I moved to BBC Bristol, and from there trained me to be a journalist and producer. I was there about eight years, left to do commercial radio in 2000, breakfast shows in Somerset, then Crawley, and a drivetime show at 210 Reading – a great show, a huge privilege, a big old station, but the format was more music, less talk, and heavily playlisted – not so much songs I liked.

‘I did a link one day, in the show notes it said, ‘Speed link, 10 seconds.’ I did 13 seconds. The programme director said, ‘It’s too long. Why?’ I thought, ‘I can’t do this anymore. This is rubbish.’ It wasn’t what I thought radio should be. I fell out of love with it, left and worked behind the scenes. I was at Magic and Absolute quite a long time – branded content.’

Where were you at come the Covid lockdown at the start of the Desperately Seeking Paul podcast?

‘That previous year I left an amazing job at Bauer, with some great people, having been there nearly 10 years. It felt like it was time to move on, so I moved to an advertising agency, a mixture of project management and production, running content partnerships but lots of interesting things, like voice skills for Couch to 5K, and Alexa, all these weird and brilliant projects, away from radio completely. That was where that ‘deep regret’ thing came from.’

As for that regret – never having interviewed his hero – when did this love for Paul Weller’s music come about?

‘It was his solo material, so I feel a bit of a fraud in that my discovery was not through The Jam or The Style Council. At the launch, John Wilson did a lyrics quiz, including proper ‘ingrained in everybody’s heads’ Jam lyrics, and I was terrible – didn’t know any! But I love those songs, and when I’m in the mosh-pit singing back at Weller, on a lot of songs I’m singing my own lyrics to them. Then again, even Noel Gallagher’s said the same!

Paul’s Blessing: Paul Weller was supportive of Dan Jennings’ project from the very Start of the venture

‘My discovery was through ‘Uh Huh, Oh Yeah’. Pretty sure it was Top of the Pops, with Weller, Whitey, Jacko Peake, Camelle Hinds. They looked brilliant. It was a weird thing, Top of the Pops, so random, not like a flow of a TV show in the same way Later would be. You’d literally bounce from Mr Blobby to Peter Andre, then Paul Weller, and his performance really stuck out.

‘Somebody I went to school with found my 16th birthday invitation party invitation the other day, I was DJ-ing, and the ad said I’d be playing music from KLF, The Shamen, C+C Music Factory… My tastes must have changed overnight, and as we led up to Britpop, guitar music came back, so you’d have Nirvana, Lemonheads, then I was getting into Juliana Hatfield…

‘I thought I’d discovered this brand-new artist, because he wasn’t very old – 35 or so – but had this amazing sharp Mod haircut and looked great, stick-thin, and so cool in these white jeans. I went into sixth form raving about this ‘new’ artist, telling everybody about this song. And when that first album came out, I was raving about it. Then we had builders in at mum’s, decorating or something. I brought home this massive cardboard Weller from, HMV, which, funnily enough, I’ve got in this garden office I’m chatting to you from. He’s got a Lennon copy thing going on, wearing these cool sunglasses, piano keys reflected in them. I was raving about him, and these fellas are like, ‘Yeah, mate, we’ve heard of Paul Weller. Check out his good stuff – The Jam.’

The next day they brought in this cassette. I think it was Snap, all these great hits but also loads of really great B-sides. I felt an absolute idiot. Later, I also found out about The Style Council, so there was all this catalogue to discover!’

At this point, I mention how I stepped away from Weller’s output after The Style Council’s The Cost of Loving, (an LP I like again now) but got back on board from The Paul Weller Movement onwards. I also mention how through writing, compiling and editing Solid Bond In Your Heart: A People’s History of The Jam, I’m reminded that a fair few Jam fans never embraced anything in his song catalogue beyond 1982’s The Gift.

‘I think that’s fascinating, and it’s not massively uncommon that people have this period where the music they find has that power. I’ve got so many friends who have that five-year or so period locked in time.

‘There’s the music, but the other thing I really like, when you start to understand that story, is the interviewing – getting people on to talk to me. I always loved meaty interviews. That was always a passion. I wasn’t a pop and prattle DJ, and that story arc is great – these kids playing clubs in Woking, the singer’s dad as manager, and all that followed, then the split, people being furious – some remaining so – and then The Style Council. This constant rollercoaster of storytelling that goes with it.

‘With the podcast and the book, I didn’t want to get into a battle with them – that’s their opinion and they’re entitled to it, it’s their truth. What I’ve tried to do through the podcast is – assuming they listen, because obviously it’s not just a Jam podcast – ‘Yeah, you might think that… but why don’t you listen to this?’’

Looking back on your book launch, do your boys – along on the night – now realise how much of a thrill this has been for you? Or was that never in doubt?

‘Yeah, my wife as well, they’ve all been so proud of what I’ve done. When I did the Ann Weller piece, somebody made me a photo frame of a gold disc, and my wife got a ‘100 episodes and counting’ celebration placard made. Then, when I reached (edition) 180, the day that went out on air they got champagne, a cake, and all that. They’ve always been supportive… even though it must be hugely annoying that every time we get in the car, Weller’s playing, or when they walk in a room he’s playing on the Smart speaker… even though they’re not fans of the music. I don’t know why…’

Boys’ Own: Dan Jennings and his lads, extremely proud of their Dad and his writing and broadcast ventures

Give it 10 years. They’ll eventually get it.

‘Yeah, but they’re hugely proud. And now the book is this physical thing they can see… This morning they both took a copy into school, we had cake and champagne for breakfast, and our youngest has decided he’s going to World Book Day in March as me! I suggested instead he goes as Weller, but he wants to go as me.’

That’s fantastic. And three book titles in, I should add that sense of wonder rarely loses its sheen. And in my case, my girls insist on ‘buns for tea’ on publication day, as with the mother in E. Nesbit’s The Railway Children when she sold stories.

‘Ha! And before John Wilson started the event, I said, ‘First things first – every time there’s a swear word on stage, my kids will get a pound.’ If Kenny Wheeler and John Weller, bless them, had been on stage, my kids would have paid off that mortgage! I knew it’d be fruity, but by the end it got to the point where my eldest, Henry, cheered every time there was a swear word… they’re both about £50 better off now and can afford a Switch 2, so they’re delighted.’

At this point, we compared notes on Weller-related writing projects and got on to the subject of both books serving as timely tributes to Rick Buckler and Ann Weller.

‘In the acknowledgements, I said there were three people who passed away during the making of the book – Rick, that was a real shock, but also Chalky, Suggs’ best mate (Andy Chalk), who wrote the words to ‘Nothing’ (as featured on 66). Then of course, Ann Weller passed away the midweek before we hit send to the publisher. I’d already written about Ann and how grateful I was, but tweaked that a little. Yeah, you realise the fragility, people getting older, and some of these voices you capture that then aren’t around. So actually I’ve captured Ann in this book, and she’s not here, bless her, to tell those stories again. That’s quite a wake-up.’

You mention your lads hearing Paul’s music wherever they go. What’s the most recent Weller-related record on the deck at home or in the car?

‘I’ve been listening to the covers album (Find El Dorado), but also the Will of the People boxset. For the launch, I did a playlist – it’s funny how long you end up taking on that, as if anybody’s going to be paying attention to the background music in the bar! – and there are so many brilliant tracks on that. There are so many brilliant songs on that. I don’t know why I didn’t listen to it a huge amount at the time – maybe just because there was so much Weller stuff out around then.

‘Things like ‘Serafina’ and ‘Devotion’, a bonus track on Sonic Kicks that was on a TV show about football, and things from the Jawbone soundtrack, ‘Into the Sea’, a bonus track on Fat Pop, which is beautiful, and a demo called ‘Let Me In’, which Ollie Murs covered. I don’t know why Paul didn’t release it – it’s a brilliant song. And ‘Praise If You Wanna’, about a minute and half long, and the ‘Mother Ethiopia’ stuff. It’s really diverse, all over the place, but a really good boxset.’

And when you’re off to your next event, what’s in the car?

‘There are a couple of albums I always go back to – the Wild Wood album is phenomenal. I do listen to other stuff, I promise! But when I go back to that, it brings back so many memories. Doing work experience at BBC Somerset, they had a record library full of promo CDs from the record companies. Bizarre, really – this was like BBC local radio broadcasting to pensioners! But I remember, clear as day, going in and on this pile of CDs – you could take what you wanted – they had ‘Sunflower’ two or three weeks before it came out. I remember driving from West Somerset to Taunton in a Vauxhall Astra estate my mum gave me, listening to that CD over and over. Then when that album came out, again getting a copy through the record library. Such a brilliant album, and it still sounds so fresh.’

Such a great run of LPs, those first three solo LPs incredibly important to me too, as was – in its own way – 22 Dreams, and on from there, several others making a huge impression.

‘Yeah, and I bounce around between them all. I listen to lots. On Sunset and Fat Pop as well – absolute bangers.’

And where’s home these days?

‘South-West London. I moved to London in 2009 when I got a job at Magic and Q Radio. That was exciting… then the week I started, they closed Q Radio down! I lived in Balham for a while, but couldn’t afford to buy there, so we moved out to Carshalton.’

I know it fairly well, being Guildford born and bred.

‘Ah, I was at Eagle Radio there for ages!’

Well, there you go, I was on work experience as a sixth former, mid-Eighties, in its days by the Friary shopping centre and the bus station, County Sound Radio, going on to help out that summer on an evening show for Dave Fitzgerald, more recently on BBC Radio Devon, once – I seem to recall – the voice of ITV West Country legend Gus Honeybun.

‘Ha! I remember Gus Honeybun! At Eagle Radio, Dave Johns was running County Sound, and Peter Gordon was there, another massive Weller fan featured on the podcast. I lived in Cranleigh and worked in Guilford. I did marketing, and used to be the Fuel Phantom. We’d go out, pay for people’s petrol on forecourts, which was hilarious. I had a kind of Zorro mask. There was also a mascot, so I had this bloody great bird costume, dressing up as an eagle, going to ice hockey.’

Guildford Flames?

‘Yeah! Ha!’

You’ve a quote from Mr Weller on the podcast website, saying, ‘I’m always looking forward to what I’m doing now and what’s ahead.’ So how about yourself?

‘Good question. I’ve been doing interviews with a bunch of BBC radio stations, and one person suggested there hadn’t been a decent documentary for donkey’s years, and obviously there’s a heap of content and voices and people there to mine… so that’s interesting.

‘And on BBC Radio Cornwall they said, ‘What about a Weller musical?’ I thought, ‘Oh, wow!’ I need to ask Weller HQ – they must have been asked, when you think about all these jukebox musicals lately.’

Well, bearing in mind there’s just been a Wedding Present musical…’

‘Oh really? And there were Tina Turner and Bob Marley ones, Bowie – the Lazarus thing… There are so many great songs, and then there’s the oral history. I don’t know. People could now steal that idea. I should at least message Claire!’

Sometimes you only need put these ideas out there…

‘That was the thing with the book. On ITV News, they said, ‘What’s next?’ and I said Paul Weller suggested, ‘Turn it into a book’. Then off the back of that, all these publishers were getting in touch. It was mad. But yeah, putting it out to the atmosphere… maybe not. I think my wife would be furious that I’m spending less time with the kids yet again!’

I reckon half of our acknowledgements in these books comprise apologies to better halves.

‘Well, someone at the launch went up to my wife and said, ‘Thank you very much for letting him do it.’! The thing is, I didn’t transcribe the podcast as I went along, so when it turned out we had this book deal, I had to start transcribing 200 episodes. Thankfully, loads of people came forward, started helping, bless ‘em, which was amazing. I don’t even know if it was a final book at that point, but knew I wanted to do that. What I did then was chop all the different little bits of stories up, like a big jigsaw puzzle, so I could put them in the right place… and I ended up with 1.5 million words!  

‘Gary Crowley mentioned to me the Mark Lewison book, The Beatles: Tune In…’

Ah, yes, still on my shelf waiting for a few quiet weeks to tackle. Looks bloody good though.

‘Yes! Well, Mark has a three-biography deal with my publisher, and part one only takes you up to 1963 or something. Somebody said last night, ‘You need to do an extended version.’ Well, technically speaking, I’ve done a 1.5-million-word version already!’

I seem to recall that’s the way I did my Clash biography. And you’ve reminded me that for many years I’d feel aggrieved at radio journalists in my sports reporting days, as once they’d finished a commentary and summary and maybe tracked down a manager and player, they could bugger off home, while I’d end up writing a second report, sometimes a third, that evening or the next day. So at least now you’ve seen it from both sides.

‘The thing is, though, something my book doesn’t do but maybe the original 1.5-million-word version does is truly capture that cultural aspect of The Jam you were talking about, and the power of all that – how everybody came together in that movement. the youth around that period feeling those bands connected everybody. If you were a teenager back then, that was the most important thing. You listened to the same charts, watched the same telly… and that’s never going to happen again.’

Similarly, I’ve edited lots of personal history music books, and always prefer the early days’ content most. For instance, first-hand accounts of Bruce Springsteen at the Stone Pony, Asbury Park, New Jersey, are far more interesting than countless tales of modern audiences queuing to see him after stadium soundchecks with the right wristband and VIP backstage passes. Nice a bloke as The Boss seems, that doesn’t make for such gripping reading.

‘Yeah, I understand that. It’s not the same as where people discover and experience music.’

And with that, he was away for his next call, still powering through, the praise (if you wanna) continuing, tackling it all with plenty of fire and skill, as you’d hope. Take a bow, Dan.

Dan Jennings features alongside Nicky Weller on day two – Saturday, 15 November – of the three-day Louder Than Words music literature festival in Manchester, the UK’s largest, the pair taking to the stage not long after Malcolm Wyatt and Louder Than Words writer/broadcaster Iain Key debate the continuing draw of The Jam and The Clash in a Battle of the Bands special refereed by Spenwood Books head honcho Richard Houghton. And both of those events are on a day when the LTW guests also include (deep breath) John Robb talking Oasis, Debsey Wykes, Stuart Maconie on The Beatles, Clare Grogan, Steve Diggle, James Nice on Factory Records, TV Smith, Justin Currie, Henry Normal, David Barbarossa, Dennis Bovell, The Lovely Eggs, Matt Johnson, Dave Rowntree, and Daniel Rachel. Quite a line-up, eh. For ticket details and more information, head to https://louderthanwordsfest.com/whats-on/

Malcolm Wyatt’s Solid Bond In Your Heart: A People’s History of The Jam (Spenwood Books, 2025) is available from the author, select book and record shops, various online sources, public libraries, and from Burning Shed via this link.

For more about Dan Jennings the Paul Weller Fan Podcast and Paul Weller: Dancing Through the Fire – the Authorised Oral History, head here.

To order a copy of the latest publication from Nick Keen, Alf Button, Jason Disley and Harriet Keen, head to the Sartorial 65: Paul Weller Style – Five Decades of Cool website.

And to pre-order In the Shadow of the Sun: Paul Weller & the Nineties, by Stuart Deabill, Nicky Weller and Steve Rowland, follow this Soul Deep Productions link.

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Stone Foundation – The Cornish Bank, Falmouth

Appearances by nationally renowned bands this side of the Tamar are few and far between, it seems, so need to be properly celebrated and savoured… hence my ride over to Falmouth last weekend to catch acclaimed soul collective Stone Foundation.

My previous visit to the Cornish Bank was for the town’s International Sea Shanty Festival, a different vibe but similarly joyous, a cracking venue on the main drag this time swapping maritime-themed deepwater festival folk for Midlands-bred deep soul and revival funk, the visitors supplying the sunshine vibes on a damp midsummer night.

Stone Foundation’s most recent long player, The Revival of Survival, has proved essential summer listening for this scribe in 2025, and while there was no appearance at Falmouth from Style Council co-founder Mick Talbot, a more recent addition to the ranks, we were in no way short-changed, keyboard player Ian Arnold proving more than capable of filling the gaps in that luscious sound. Besides, there are only so many band members you can fit on that stage. And while this A30 run proved too far out for their esteemed bandmate, Merton Mick will be on hand at Cardiff Castle on 20th and 21st August when they support Tom Jones, clearly still up for the big ’uns, 40 years beyond Live Aid. This was my third SF live outing since 2019, first catching them at Gorilla in Manchester, then two years later at the Boileroom, Guildford.

And I reckon this might even have been the best yet, the sound quality and choice of set making for a special night, a septet version of the band neatly set up by a soulful session from the Easylife Sound Association, taking to the stage while the DJ played atmospheric LP opener ‘How Many Times?’, the faders eased down as the band took over and swiftly got into the groove, moving on from there to the positive energy of title track – by way of a killer bassline – ‘The Revival of Survival’ then ‘Everything & All I Want’, seamlessly shifting up the gears, lighting up the West in this case.

And what presence, as Edwyn Collins would put it, a three-piece brass section – on paper, hamstrung by the absence of Dave Boraston – on form throughout, deputising debutante Patsy Gamble (perhaps it should be ‘pasty gamble’ in honour of the Duchy setting) putting down her mark, following the lead of horn arranger/ all-round dependable Steve Trigg (trumpet) and rapidly in step with fellow sax player, Anthony Gaylard, who was out of my eyeline behind the speakers but made himself known from those first blasted notes.

Parrot Fashion: Queuing outside the Cornish Bank, Falmouth, pre-set, on the night. Photo: Malcolm Wyatt

I do love a good brass section, fellow Midlands wonders Dexys’ first LP and (past SF collaborator) Graham Parker’s The Rumour brought to mind, with a little of the joyous energy of Earth, Wind and Fire and Stevie Wonder’s horn sections thrown in the mix for good measure.  

While the new LP formed the bulk of the set, there were selections from the previous four platters (all recorded at Paul Weller’s studio), starting with the upbeat, Andre Laville-less ‘The Light In Us’ from 2020’s Is Love Enough? And while the band were somewhat reliant on frontman/guitarist Neil Jones on the vocal front, he put in a great shift, band and audience alike floating on air for a Weller-free ‘Deeper Love’ and, later, clubland floor-filler ‘Reach Out’ (another delivered by Laville on record), keyboard wiz Arnie adding some lovely Ray Manzarek-like flourishes, the band building to a climax that was more Chicago House than Cornish Bank.

The laidback pop soul of ‘Fix You Up’ and ‘The Beat I Know’ from the new record also impressed live, Dominic Carr expertly taking on Phil Ford’s role on drums, the band totally in step, even if we didn’t have time to get our roller skates on, Jonesy remarking – looking in the direction of the balcony, where a fair few of us were hanging over – how he felt like he was playing on a galleon. In fact, his bass-playing co-conspirator, Neil Sheasby, felt it was more a mix of The Good Old Days and an audience in the Czech Republic. And while I’ve not been part of any such congregation, I kind of got where they were both coming from.

Wherever Stone Foundation play, the Style Council-like ode to joy that is ‘The Limit of a Man’ is always a highlight, with this night no exception, nine years after that song was first committed to vinyl on the Street Rituals album, the first SF LP to win me over… by which time they’d already put in a 17-year shift. And more than a quarter-century into their sonic journey, they continue to attract new followers… with good reason, new tracks like soulful dreamer ‘Close to Where You Are’ and the funkier ‘Cut Me Loose’ (Jonesy claiming JP Bimeni’s lead vocal here) proving they’re still capable of wearing grooves into dancefloors, the brass section working up a Pigbag-type sweat on the latter.

I reckon that would work as a theme for some retro 70s US cop show, and similarly, 2022’s ‘Stylin’ saw us back on that soul train, more Hill Street Superbad Blues than the band’s Tamworth and Atherstone foundations would suggest. At one point I was so locked in that I wasn’t surprised to catch sight of the Lone Groover (remember him from the NME, back in the day?) in the wings behind Ian Arnold, only to realise it was behatted co-founder/ever-present Sheas’ shadow.

We caught our breaths with the more spacy, slow-building old fave ‘Carry the News’, before a return to the latest release for ‘2 Die 4 U’, its naming convention suggesting a nod to Prince, that number fittingly followed by a Sly Stone tribute, Jonesy leading a chorus of ‘Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin) before his chop guitar heralded a launch into mirror ball spinner ‘Heaven Knows Why’ from 2022’s Outside Looking In, more Studio 54 than 34 Church Street, complete with Shadows-like steps from the two Neils.

The main set ended with the rather apt ‘Now That You Want Me Back’, Melba Moore’s vocal taken on by the in crowd on another where Sheas’ pounding rhythmic bassline paved the way, our visitors then staying put rather than facing a trip back through the audience to find the dressing room, duly milking the applause before launching into a three-song encore, this sentimental fool rather emotional on hearing their no-nonsense rendition of current single, ‘Starting From Zero’, my highlight of the night and a contender for single of the year, those luscious horns adding to its Bowie-esque vibe.

There was still time for one last deep cut from the new record, ‘When Worlds Collide’, including plenty more sax appeal, Stone Foundation style, before a return to 2018’s Everybody, Anyone for ‘Next Time Around’, a perfect celebratory conclusion to a stonking 19-song set, this punter giving the only song from the new record not featured on the night, the dreamy ‘Summer Song’, a quick blast on the way home… the night going on and on and on. 

Floor Fillers: Stone Foundation on fine form at the Cornish Bank in Falmouth. Photo: Stone Foundation

Beyond their support with Tom Jones at Cardiff Castle next month, Stone Foundation are at Hemel Hempstead Old Town Hall on 13th September ahead of mainland European dates between 18th September in Basel, Switzerland, and 22nd September in Frankfurt, Germany, followed by dates across the Irish Sea on 26th September at Dublin’s Workman’s Club Cellar and 27th September at Belfast’s Oh Yeah Music Centre.They then set out for a run of UK dates, from The Bullingdon in Oxford on 23rd October through to 29th November at Shepherd’s Bush Empire in West London. For full details of all those dates and ticket links, head here.

For all the latest from Stone Foundation, including details of the band’s The Revival Of Survival acoustic session, featuring Neil Jones, Neil Sheasby, David Boraston and former Style Council pair Mick Talbot and Steve White, check out their website here and Facebook and Instagram pages.

And for more on Stone Foundation from these pages, check out these links for April 2017, October 2019, April 2022 and November 2023 feature/interviews with Neil Sheasby, and this September 2020 feature/interview with Neil Jones.

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Hello? Is that the second greatest songwriter this world will ever know? – in praise of Vinny Peculiar’s Things Too Long Left Unsaid

Worcester Calling: Alan Wilkes awaits WriteWyattUK’s verdict on the latest Shadrack & Duxbury Records LP

Has it really been a month since the official release of Vinny Peculiar’s latest long-playing work of art? Well, I never. And that’s rather spot on seeing as I had an advance copy long before that release date, but… ‘well, I never’ quite found the time to spread the word, until now. Still, there’s that old chestnut of an adage about the best things coming to those who wait… and it is rather apt that this belated review is for a record called Things Too Long Left Unsaid.

The LP, his 15th in total and out on his own Shadrack & Duxbury Records label, is described by Alan Wilkes, the talented singer-songwriter behind Vinny Peculiar, as ‘a retrospective collection of older, unreleased songs written over a ten-year period (2011 -2021) that never quite made it on to past albums,’ its 10 songs ‘re-made and re-imagined’ alongside Dave Draper (Dodgy, The Wildhearts), ‘recorded in an attic on Rainbow Hill, Worcester’ and at Mayfield Road Studios, Salford, and The Old Cider Press, Evesham (with its rather lovely LP artwork down to another long-term VP associate, Paul Cliff).

So without further ado (and there’s been a fair bit of positive ado about the record so far, from critics and fans alike), here’s my take on the latest batch of Wilkes-penned wonders, from ‘The End’ to the finish, so to speak.

This time, the main man (vocals, electric, acoustic, slide and bass guitar, piano, keys and drum programming) co-produces with Dave Draper (additional guitar, bass and drums, final edits), with backing vocals from Alan’s daughter Leah Wilkes and Seb Walch. And I’m still trying to work out if it’s genius that the reflective gem opening the record is called ‘The End’… not least as it could easily be a lighter-waving set finale.

‘Next time we’ll get it right, and we’ll hit the big time on a Saturday night.

But this is the end, this is the end, here’s to a new beginning,

Here’s to a brand-new innings, here’s to a new way of living.’

There’s a Richard Hawley-like quality here, and as for that song title, I wonder what Jim Morrison would make of it. And I don’t mean James Robert, of Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine fame… although there’s a modern-day solo artist ploughing similar well-observed, skilfully executed songwriting furrows… if that’s not too mixed a metaphor (it clearly is, on reflection).

Disc Space: WriteWyattUK’s Vinny Peculiar CD collection in all its glory. Photo: Malcolm Wyatt

Talking of Saturday night fervour (I know, from furrows to fervour in barely a couple of lines, pop kids!), there are elements of ‘Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting’ on ‘Shenstone College Disco’, my first contender for best song on the record. More accurately, it’s more a case of ‘Saturday Night’s Alright For Vinny’, and I reckon this glam rocker of a song would have fit rather seamlessly on 2023’s wonderful How I Learned To Love the Freaks LP.

On this occasion, our awkward hero gets off with an exotic arty type, the colourful detail in the words typically evocative and Vinny-esque.

‘And the girl, she slowly wakes up and says, ‘oh, I feel a bit rough,

There’s cat food in the pantry, you seem a little more alive than me.’

It comes with Pete Shelley-like delivery and Ray Davies-worthy storytelling, the listener transported back to days of yore when ‘Three Times a Lady’ inevitably vied for the last dance smooch spot and no discerning lover would have headed into the bedroom without protection – a copy of Astral Weeks on the stereo in this case.

There’s an almost-trademark VP twist in the tale too, and it’s one of those songs where I feel the need to ask its author, ‘Did that really happen?’ It certainly feels real. Perhaps we need Mr Wilkes as a regular panellist on a musicians’ version of Would I Lie to You? Perhaps I should pitch the idea to Zeppotron (which sounds like a line from a Vinny song, come to think of it).

And while Robert Forster memorably sang of Sydney musician and journalist Frank Brunetti in The Go-Betweens’ ‘Darlinghurst Nights’, Vinny namechecks US poet and painter Laurence Ferlinghetti with similar verve. As with a lot of his material there’s a little Pulp here too, and I love the way Vinny adds that grounded last line, ‘It’s in Bromsgrove’.

I mentioned a Reg Dwight rocker before, and soon the Pride of Pinner (he did do The Lion King soundtrack, after all) gets a mention in ‘Sentimental Music’, Vinny telling a Pulp-tastic tale of a woman who loves a bit of ‘guilty pleasure on the hi-fi, easy come and easy go…’

‘She loves sentimental music, listens to it all day long
She’s got Elton on the stereo, and he’s playing her song.’

Yes, we’re back at Nostalgia Central, listening for pleasure, with another killer hook… this song definitely one for the festival set. I could hear Coldplay or Snow Patrol belting this out at Glasto in late afternoon sunshine. And I shouldn’t imagine Vinny would be too upset by that prospect. It may help pay for a new extension at Peculiar Towers.

Then we have the absolute delight that is ‘Love at the Garden Centre’, featuring so many great lines, in a Brel-liant ditty where it seems we have Jarvis Cocker appropriating Leonard Cohen and Scott Walker.

‘She takes hold of his hand and says, ‘Beware the hemlock.’

If that was the only line that grabbed me, I’d have been sold, but again we have another great romance that we’re invested in from the start… big time.

‘At the garden centre early in the morning, ghosts in the greenhouse float above the seed trays.

Wendy’s at the sprinkler, watering and tending, seedlings in transition welcoming the sunshine of their love.’

How about that for painting a picture, eh? And that’s before we even reach the last track on side one, ‘All I Want For Xmas is a Gibson Flying V’, the only one I knew as I split the cellophane on this mighty disc.

For those who missed out last December, what we get here is a ‘time-travelled Vinny Peculiar Christmas song set in the hallowed era of the guitar hero; a 1970s teenage lament celebrating the rock ‘n’ roll allure of Gibson’s most iconic guitar, seen through the dreams of a starstruck schoolboy.’ A Christmas song added to an album released the following summer? Yes, maybe, but it works so well here, the time that has elapsed since my last airing adding a freshness, aided by Leah’s sweet backing vocal.

‘Noddy tops the hit parade but the girls all love Jim Lea,
I’ve a Levi’s denim jacket and I’ve just discovered Free’

He certainly gets away with including it. And while first time around it didn’t really get a chance to bother the charts, just be reminded that it took Wham!  37 years to top the UK charts with ‘Last Christmas’, so surely I can hold out hope that Vinny will finally get a festive hit with this gem. And that Glen Campbell-like guitar lick subtly woven within works so well here.

On to side two, track one, and we find ‘Fine Art’, my next contender for album highlight… in fact contender for album track of 2025, a good old-fashioned rocker in this case.

‘She studied for a fine art degree in a redbrick university, she said, ‘Oh wow, is that really me?’

I was working on a building site, I’d joined a band, we were doing alright, sessions on the local BBC.

She drew a picture of the Queen, naked in the bath for all to see – It’s hanging on my wall,

It remains a talking point when my friends come over to call.’

Is that Billy Gibbons I see stepping out of the wings to guest on this around the minute and a half mark, that Vinny Peculiar festival headline slot finally calling? And yet there it is, our dream bubble as good as popped by that telling last line, our hero clearly feeling out of his depth.

‘She was a well to do girl, same from a different world… I never stood a chance.’

This could have all gone a bit Crazy Horse in the end, and that would have been great. What we get instead though is… well, more cowbell… a whole load more cowbell. It must have been milking time as the band slowly (ahem) steered themselves away from that festival field. Lovely.

There’s a little more of that ol’ Smiths-like VP whimsy in the life-affirming ‘Songwriters of the World’, not least in the title itself, another perceptive song about, erm, songwriting. And Al’s penned a fair few of those down the years. Follow the link for details of his songwriting master classes… maybe.

‘Nailing the melody and honing the words.

Well, I think you really ought to know I’m the second greatest songwriter the world will ever know.’

As the man himself puts it, sometimes it seems, ‘All the good ideas have been used up,’ and yet he remains an optimist, grabbing inspiration where he can, adding, ‘But no one’s telling me a song can never change the world.’

I love a song where other acts get namechecks, and Mr Wilkes (I can’t write that without picturing Woolpack barman Amos Brearley and his boss… but that’s another story) has become rather adept at all that. I’ve said before The Grateful Dead seem to get a lot of mentions, and I may soon have to add fellow early AW influence Wishbone Ash to that. And where The Chesterfields pulled off namechecking so beautifully on 2022’s ‘Our Songbird Has Gone’ on the subject of indie royalty, it seems Vinny has taken another angle.

Paul Simon, David Bowie, Joni Mitchell and me,

Bill Nelson, Carole King, Paddy McAloon and me,

Ray Davies, David Byrne, Ian Hunter and me,

Roy Harper, Marc Bolan, Noddy, and Jimmy Lea!’ 

Wow, there you go, a second nod to the mighty Neville John Holder and James Whild Lea in the space of three songs (after ‘Gibson Flying V’). Respect.

I get the feeling that ‘Glam Rock Graveyard’ is another that could easily have slipped on to the Love Freaks LP. Perhaps it could still feature on the 10th anniversary deluxe edition in 2033. Or maybe it just slipped my mind that it was included on the B-side of ‘Hippie Kids’. Y’know, that one-off VP 12” on denim-coloured vinyl that came with a specially monogrammed phial of patchouli oil.

It’s the heaviest of the components here, the subject matter clearly fitting that concept, Alan looking on, wryly, at rock stars, politicos and what-have-you, delivering with the kind of ‘impassioned as I get’ fire Roddy Frame gave us on Aztec Camera’s ‘How It Is’. 

Home Comforts: Alan Wilkes, the driving force behind Vinny Peculiar, takes some precious time out

‘Freedom is a construct rarely achieved
Governments tell lies people are deceived
Artists fight back but nobody cares
And they sell out after a couple of years’

Then, conversely, we have ‘The Man Who Loved You’, and this one gets better and better with every listen, I’d say. It’s a shame the afore-mentioned Glen Campbell’s not around to cover it (having no doubt first heard Travis’ cover version, Fran Healey and co. taking this Peculiar ditty and doing their own thing on the reimagining front, ultimately landing their first top-five hit since 2001’s ‘Sing’. Or did I dream that as well?

Wistful is the word, the sun about to dip below the horizon, smiles on faces, the world somehow a far better place.

‘You can say hello to my goodbye song,

Like you saw it coming all day long, when I wrote it for you’ 

And then we’re away with ‘Fluffy Kitten’, sweeping David Bowie-like choruses over a Wolf Alice construct (the answer song to their own ‘Fluffy’, I’d suggest), for a rather chillingly perceptive number about the sad old world of social media, laid bare right there. The Loneliness of the Long Distance Viral Post, if you like, the dry ice clawing (rather apt, that) and choking at times.

‘Next day I posted video of a Dachshund in a waistcoat, behind the wheel of a toy car.,

And I’m sharing it with you now, hoping you do the same’

Fingers crossed everybody… fingers crossed this one goes properly insane.’

In a sense, he’s managed to lose the warmth of the previous number, but it’s a number to behold all the same, soundtracking the 21st century hyper (low on) reality cyber-world in a nutshell. Bravo, VP. Here’s to the next record… no pressure.

Alone Again: Alan Wilkes catches up on his reading while awaiting word from WriteWyattUK HQ

There are several past Vinny Peculiar-related feature-interviews and reviews on these pages, not least a Manchester Castle Hotel live review and WriteWyattUK lowdowns on the Love Freaks and Artists Only LPs, set around interviews with Alan Wilkes.

Things Too Long Left Unsaid is available in all digital formats and on CD and vinyl, with further details about the album and its predecessors, plus forthcoming live shows, via www.vinnypeculiar.com

Vinny adds, ‘I’ll be playing a few gigs in the coming months, some band shows and some solo/duo events, with full details on my gig page. If you’re thinking of coming along – and of course I’d really love you to – please book as early as possible. Every little helps. 
 
‘I also have new songs ready for a pre-Christmas release, an EP of extra-terrestrial lullabies, including the next single, ‘Katy Perry in Space’, a song that compares and contrasts the vanity of space tourism with, well, real life…’

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Love is here today – celebrating Brian Wilson, Sly Stone and the power of music’s family affairs

‘You’ve got to keep in mind love is here… today

And it’s gone… tomorrow, it’s here and gone so fast’

The night I heard about Brian Wilson’s exit, I felt a compulsion to head to my back room for a timely spin of Pet Sounds, wrapping myself in the warmth of that ground-breaking 1966 recording by way of a tribute.

News of his passing emerged two days after we learned of the departure of fellow 83-year-old innovative force Sylvester Stewart, best known by his stage name, Sly Stone. And I was reminded of a time I would regularly slip on my turntable Epic’s 1970 Sly and the Family Stone Greatest Hits or EMI’s 1976 Beach Boys compilation 20 Golden Greats (the one with a surfer riding the waves as its cover), both capable of putting a spring in my step before a night out.

Give or take a few of the better-known singles, my conversion to San Francisco Bay’s Sly and his rich song catalogue was retrospective, while properly discovering the deep joy of ’60s and ’70s soul and funk in the second half of the ’80s. And the Family Stone gathered all I loved about those classic Motown, Atlantic and Stax outfits and took it further… took it higher, actually, melding pop, soul, rock and funk, paving the way for George Clinton, Prince, and all that. Sly pulled together a string of great records between 1967 and 1974, his band initially including sister Rose and brother Freddy (‘You see, it’s in the blood…’). And as Dary Easlea put it in the sleeve notes for Sony’s 2011 22-track Dynamite! The Collection, ‘Here was black and white, male and female, with women not simply as singers or eye-candy but as bona fide musicians.’

We’re talking a call to dance here, alongside social commentary through music, echoing the main themes of that troubled era. Again quoting Daryl Easlea, they were ‘pleading for unity and peace at a time of anxiety in the US inner cities,’ their music ‘tinder-dry, funky and claustrophobic,’ led by an artist seen as ‘one of the greatest innovators of African American music’. Praise, indeed, and rightly so. That word influential gets used a lot, but if you’re unfamiliar with his full body of work and deeper cuts, I reckon the fact that a lot of it sounds familiar on a first listen but you can’t quite place why, show’s the inspirational reach of the fella, his spirit in so much great soul music we’ve heard since.

While I admit being late to the party for Sly (and what a party!), I can’t recall a time when the lads from Hawthorne, California with the super-close harmonies – another quality Family Affair – weren’t key components of my formative years’ soundtrack. Seemingly, there was no such mystery for me in the late-’80s about knowledge of the Beach Boys’ own track record… but again I had much still to immerse myself in to get the full picture. And that’s probably still the case.

By the time I made my home debut in late 1967, Brian Wilson’s troubled Smile project had been abandoned (yet thankfully completed later) then watered down and released as Smiley Smile, Capitol winning a battle to include sonic masterpiece ‘Good Vibrations’, 18 months after Brian first committed it to tape as part of the Pet Sounds sessions. He came back to that, big time, the classic track Beatles publicist Derek Taylor dubbed a ‘pocket symphony’ released as a single the previous autumn, the first Beach Boys 45 to top both the UK and US charts. And by the time I was an avid wireless listener in the early ’70s, that’s what that band were to me, a classic singles band receiving regular radio airplay, closely associated with summertime and fun, fun, fun.

It’s not in doubt that they produced one of the finest ever runs of pop singles, hitting the jackpot from ‘Surfin’ USA’ in early ’63 – when Brian was 20 – onwards, amassing two UK No.1s among 28 top 40 hits. The album stats are equally impressive – with two more No.1s from 34 top 40 hits since 1965, albeit with their chart-toppers rather inevitably hits compilations, including that ’76 ‘best of’, which spent an amazing 10 weeks at the top that summer, amid the height of the drought. No wonder we associate this band with high summer.

And those 45s were everywhere in my youth, mostly on BBC Radio 1 or Capital Radio, on the air in rural Surrey or during West Country and Isle of Wight breaks. In fact, I associate Brian’s arrangement of traditional Bahamian folk song ‘Sloop John B’ with a well-known pub by the harbour slipway in St Ives, Cornwall, The Sloop, and just a couple of streets back from there  Porthmeor Beach was where all those songs about surfing and beach life spoke to me… this boy happy watching waves break and surfers weave their way inshore, all those hits in mind.

As for ‘Help Me, Rhonda’, that was a nod to the Welsh valleys, right? I mean, The Byrds tackled Pete Seeger’s ‘The Bells of Rhymney’ around the same time. And ‘Barbara Ann’ surely carries the spirit of a cracking late night in the studio, like listening to the merry voices downstairs as a lad, not least after one too many sherries for the old ‘uns at Christmas. Great music makes the world a much smaller place.  

It would be a few years until I got anywhere near ‘California Girls’ (we didn’t even meet any when we camped near the north Norfolk coast in ’88, by which time I probably equated that song more with poodle-haired David Lee Roth’s rocky cover), but the Beach Boys were certainly there for me by the time of my first brief West Coast US visit in 1991, or more precisely a week or so later as the infectiously-upbeat coach driver-cum-tour guide driving a busload of us backpackers around New Zealand’s South Island treated us to surf classics on loop, from the moment we stepped back on board, the morning after the night before. I’d envisaged Split Enz, maybe even The Chills, but instead got ‘I Get Around’, ‘Little Deuce Coupe’, ‘Surfin’ Safari’’ and ‘Fun, Fun, Fun’ at every turn, the international pull of Brian Wilson’s songcraft for all to hear.

That love was handed down to the next generation too. When my girls were young (but not so young that they didn’t see through the rather lazy adaptation that brought about ‘Little Saint Nick’, a festive season regular at our house), I’d smile as I put my head around the bedroom door to see them playing – in their own special way – with Barbie and Cindy dolls to a soundtrack of Wilson-penned classics… often with rather distinctive lyrical rewrites – more Central Lancs than US West Coast. I won’t even go into their take on ‘Do It Again’.

But it was Pet Sounds I needed to hear again this week, returning to that distinctive green, yellow and white framed cover, sort of Five Go Feeding at San Diego Zoo by George Jerman, an aural work of art there for me since that second half of the ‘80s. And while 20 Golden Greats was about the sound of summer, Pet Sounds added a melancholic, wistful air to that nostalgic framework, its sublime twists and turns making an increasing impression on me.

Competition between The Beatles and The Beach Boys at the time inspired both acts to greater and greater heights. And for Brian Wilson, it was the release of Rubber Soul – the US pressing, sans singles – that compelled him to head back into the studio, resulting in his finest album by far… and a contender for the best record of all time. I can’t truly remember the first time I listened all the way through, but I know it wasn’t a gamechanger for a while. Sure enough though, it soon worked its magic on me, perhaps making more sense to this teenager once I’d experience a little more life, love and loss.

As Brian put it in 1990, in the notes for that year’s remastered CD release, ‘ln December of 1965, I heard the album Rubber Soul by The Beatles. It was definitely a challenge for me. I saw that every cut was very artistically interesting and stimulating. I immediately went to work on the songs for Pet Sounds.’  You probably know the story from there, but I’ll cover some of that territory. In came advertising copywriter Tony Asher, the pair of them bouncing words, music and ideas off one another, Brian’s bandmates at that point touring, their creative bandleader having quit the road, enabling him to pour his efforts into his studio-based songcraft.

By January ’66, he was working on the first instrumental cuts, ‘each track a sound experience of its own’. He added, ‘I was obsessed with exploring, musically, how I felt inside.’ Twelve songs later, ‘totally exhausting some of my musical creativity,’ he shared those numbers with his bandmates, and ‘they all flipped,’ the true heart and soul nature of what he had created soon apparent.

With recording complete in April, the LP was released in May in the US ‘to a confused public,’ as biographer David Leaf put it. We seemed to get it on this side of the Atlantic though, and by early July it was on its way to a half-year stay in the UK top 10, peaking at No.2 (kept off the top by, yikes, The Sound of Music) in a 39-week top 40 stay. As with every musical genius, there was friction between the artist and the label, Capitol clearly not seeing its full potential. But Brian knew where it was at… and was ultimately proved right.

While it was the singles I knew first, much of the content and its themes initially passing me by, this ex-chorister understood harmonies, that amazing blend of voices between three brothers, a cousin and a high school friend recognised as something special. Clearly, technology had moved on by the time I was fully on board, but what they got down on tape that winter and spring in Hollywood was way ahead of its time. I guess Brian just wasn’t made for those times, the 23-year-old’s labours as chief writer, player, producer and all-round genius shining through. quickly finding his own innovative way.

This was no one-man band either. As he put it himself, ‘The boys filled out the album for me, and we had a classic on our hands.’ There’s an understatement if ever there was one, and the band’s input ran to much more than ensuring that wondrous vocal blend. This was an ensemble recording, for all Brian’s magic, its creator’s lead vocal duties augmented by those from Mike Love and Carl Wilson, the latter integral to ‘God Only Knows’.

There are certainly no fillers, Pet Sounds the epitome of the raised creative bar, as Paul McCartney quickly acknowledged, calling ‘God Only Knows’ the best song ever written, suggesting what he heard inspired his input for the Sgt Pepper’s LP that followed.

Brian’s own highlight was ‘Caroline, No’, but for me it could be so many of those songs. I think of that finale as the inspiration for many more frankly less dynamic songs heard on the radio in the ’70s, much of which I’d have seen as middle of the road fluff by the time punk and new wave had made an impression on me. But in his hands, it was anything but.

Looking at the credits and background info, I see that on ‘Wouldn’t It Be Nice’ he went for take 21, while for ‘You Still Believe Me’ it was take 23, ‘God Only Knows’ was take 20, and ‘Here Today’ saw takes 11 and 20 stitched together for the master. That says something about the hard graft put in, to great effect.

I like more recent find ‘Trombone Dixie’ too, an instrumental borne out of his earlier recording sessions that would have been a highpoint for many a band of that era. But I’m not suggesting Brian should have snuck it on there. He got everything spot on. The same has to be said for ‘Good Vibrations’, cut in mid-February but a song he decided to leave for later. A great call.

There’s not much I can write here about Brian Wilson and the Beach Boys that hasn’t been heard a thousand times, but the sheer perfection of ‘Wouldn’t It Be Nice’, ‘God Only Knows’, and so much more… well. I don’t mind admitting a few tears as I played the latter the night I heard the news… not for the first time. And there they were again on ‘Here Today’ in that moment the backing is all stripped back and Mike Love comes in with the first, ‘Love is here…’

Challenging times were ahead beyond Pet Sounds, but as Brian said in those remaster notes, ‘When you make a great album, it is good for your confidence and it tells you that you can continue to record in that same spirit. I really fulfilled a dream with this album.’ He certainly did that, for us too as it turned out. And maybe that was also Sly Stone’s message in the Family Stone’s Sixties sign-off of sorts, ‘Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin)’, a song I first knew best from Magazine’s wondrous Martin Hannett-produced cover version.

Time to head off and play that again, I reckon, maybe with a side-serving of that year’s ‘Everyday People’ (cited within, of course) and 1971’s ‘Family Affair’. Then tomorrow, perhaps I’ll return to the wonderful Dance to the Music LP. After all, every now and again we all need a little ‘Dance to the Medley’, right? Inspirational. Thank you, Sly.

And to finish back at Brian Wilson’s door, the man who created The Beach Boys’ 1966 masterpiece signed off those 1990 remaster sleeve notes with, ‘This album is personally from me to you.’ And Pet Sounds truly is the gift that keeps giving. Thank you, Brian.

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Further celebrating Rick Buckler and The Jam, on the road and in print

One of many highlights for me from the third annual Here Comes the Weekend celebration of all things Paul Weller and The Jam at Woking FC (with my review of the event linked here), was the sight of close to a hundred scooters briefly interrupting Tufty’s Tour of local landmarks, just as we stood outside Paul’s former home in Maybury, enraptured by our guide’s memories of days gone by on the outskirts of this Surrey town.

We’d spotted the riders – assembled for Rick’s Rideout, in tribute to Jam drummer Rick Buckler, who passed away in mid-February – as our coach passed the Lion Retail Park, the shopping outlet on the site of the former James Walker factory works which employed my Grandad Wyatt and many more Woking townsfolk down the years, Paul’s dad and Jam manager John Weller among them. And soon they were upon us, taking a slight detour to ride past 44 Balmoral Drive, my video of that touching moment running to nearly three minutes. And that was just one of many emotional happening on a weekend full of them, just three months after news initially reached us of Rick’s departure.

With that in mind, it seemed rather apt that there was a copy of All Mod Icon waiting for me on my return, Glaswegian writer and designer Drew Hipson having pulled together a heartfelt tribute to Rick in his long-established fanzine. And a few days later there was another delivery at WriteWyattUK‘s West Cornwall HQ, the good folk at Detail, ‘the magazine for modernists’, sending a copy of their Spring 2025 edition (issue 16), including a 10-page tribute ‘through the words of friends, fans and industry colleagues to the man and the musician who was the heartbeat of the best band in the f^&*ing world.’

When Solid Bond In Your Heart: A People’s History of The Jam went to print, I was unaware – as I think I’m right in saying was everyone outside the circles of his closest friends and family – of Rick’s illness. So after the shock of that sunk in, I was at least relieved that what we had on our hands was a fitting tribute to his memory. Accordingly, we took a backseat for a couple of weeks – it wasn’t the time to try and publicise our labour of love, it was a time for reflection and many emotions, a public outpouring of love following. But in time we carried on, and I’m pleased to say now that there are a couple of more specific print tributes out there to his memory, celebrating that wonderful legacy.

I’ll start with All Mod Icon‘s The Beat Has Not Surrendered special edition, a 48-page glossy A5 publication chock-full of poignant reminders as to why Rick was held in such high esteem by us all, more than 40 years after Paul Weller called time on The Jam. From the Gered Mankowitz image adorning its cover, part of the iconic photo session (I hesitate to type that over-used word, but it was iconic to so many of us) from which the cover image of The Jam’s difficult second album, This Is The Modern World was chosen, onwards, we get a classy tribute compiled with much thought and affection, a series of print testimonials led by Drew’s own eloquent take on the subject, including a description summing up what many of us took from our personal encounters with Rick, talk of a fella who was ‘warm and engaging with absolutely no hint of ego.’

It was in 2001 – a year into his All Mod Icon adventure – that Drew had his first audience with Rick, and he stresses how supportive the Jam drummer was from the start, describing a personal tour back then of Jam-related landmarks, the legendary drummer driving him around Woking ‘in his vintage Merc’, en route to his home nearby, where ‘he proudly showed me his Jam archive.’ Drew, a ‘one-time drummer’, also writes with some awe about Rick’s technique and ability behind the kit, adding, ‘Whenever I conjure an image of Rick in my mind, he is always smiling. Indeed, his sense of humour is mentioned many times in tributes.’ True, and as I’ve mentioned in conversation recently, I always felt that mischievous humour had a knock-on ability to upset some of those around him. I’ve found myself censoring my interviews as some of the words uttered in our chats, while said with a smile and often a huge dose of humour, were likely to ignite fresh wars of words… and I never wanted to be part of that whole tabloid/popular music press tit-for-tat slagging machine. It possibly never bothered Rick though.

For All Mod Icon‘s tribute, Drew enlisted journalists and authors Pat Gilbert, Dylan Jones, Daryl Easlea, Alan Butcher and Barry Cain. There are also fitting words from Chords drummer Brett ‘Buddy’ Ascott, DJ and broadcaster Gary Crowley, friend of the band/Jam insider Steve ‘Tufty’ Carver, Polydor’s Jam PR man Dennis Munday, and Derek D’Souza, whose talent with a camera led to an opportunity of a lifetime with the band he loved (and along with fellow celebrated photographer Lawrence Watson was photographing the riders from Rick’s Rideout on Sunday at Here Comes the Weekend). There are also quotes from Steve Nichol, who recorded and toured with the band, and Buzzcocks guitarist/Jam contemporary Steve Diggle, plus various fan tributes, and an amalgam of Q&As with the man himself. All in all, a lovely read, truly worthy of its subject.

Dennis Munday also pops up in Detail‘s tribute, which includes further poignant pieces from fellow drummer Andy Orr, authors (and friends) Eddie Piller, Ian Snowball (who helped with Rick’s autobiography) and Jason Brummell, in an issue that also carries a lovely piece on fellow Jam legend Bruce Foxton, marking his retirement from the live scene due to recent health struggles, that feature kind of overtaken by events regarding the news about Rick’s passing but perhaps all the more poignant as a result, not least thanks to a postscript in which Andy, formerly part of Paul Weller’s band, adds his tribute to Bruce’s ex-bandmate.

And that takes us back to where we started, Claire Mahoney in Detail’s editorial expressing the sense of shock so many of us felt around that departure, adding, ‘Rick Buckler’s untimely exit was a sharp reminder that youth is far too fleeting,’ going on to convey how that news prompted her return to the Woking trio’s back catalogue, ‘consumed again by The Jam’, as was the case with so many of us, the resultant contrasting emotions felt – shock, grief, anger – followed by a realisation that ‘despite the sadness, how lucky I was and how lucky all Jam fans are. We have a solid bond and it’s as solid as that eternal back- beat.’

Well said, Claire, and thank you, Rick. You remain sorely missed, but that catalogue of wonderful songs remains with us, and you were key to all that. 

  • Issue 16 of Detail magazine also includes Claudia Elliott on Shel Talmy’s influential production and her interview with The Creation guitarist Eddie Phillips about a new Demon/Edsel boxset celebrating the band; editor Claire Mahoney’s chat with PP Arnold based around a boxset of her back catalogue; a profile of illustrator and graphic designer Matt Grainger; Patrick Uden on the story of lesser-feted scooter manufacturer Moto Rumi; Tim Vickery talking Thunderbirds and jazz pianist/ composer/ producer, Leonard Feather; and Mark Baxter on Decca’s Tubby Hayes compilation and talking to the aforementioned Gered Mankowitz about some of his most (that word again) iconic photography.

To purchase Detail magazine, head here, and for All Mod Icon magazine, head here. Meanwhile, there are lots of great tributes to Rick Buckler and his part in The Jam in Solid Bond In Your Heart: A People’s History of The Jam, which you can purchase direct from the publisher, Spenwood Books, via this link, or track down via your favourite bookshop or online.  

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From The Jam / Stanley Road All Stars / Stax Pistols / Samuel Rogers – Here Comes the Weekend, Woking FC

Well, that was a blast, eh? Didn’t we have a nice time.

The Bill: Here Comes the Weekend #3 at Woking FC was a resounding success (Image: Matt Grainger)

As Otis Redding put it at Monterey in June 1967, ‘This is the love crowd, right?’ And there was plenty of evidence of that at the Home of Football (it’s my review, so my rules apply) as Woking FC played host to the third annual Here Comes the Weekend festival, a celebration of all things Weller, Buckler, Foxton, The Jam, The Style Council, and all that, attracting quality live acts, engaging talks and… well, bonhomie and camaraderie.

On stage on Saturday afternoon, interviewed by broadcaster and Jam fan Aaqil Ahmed, I was reminded of that exchange in Only Fools and Horses, Derek Trotter reminiscing while gazing wistfully at a photograph of his mates’ football team.

‘We had Denzil in goal, we had Monkey Harris at left back, we had… camaraderie!’

To which Trigger, about to head home, asks, ‘Was that the Italian boy?’

There was camaraderie on tap at Kingfield, my beloved football club out on loan to lovers of a movement that had its roots in Woking, what started as a Lennon and McCartney meets the Everly Brothers duo of Sheerwater schoolboys Steve Brookes and Paul Weller soon becoming so much more, not least after Rick Buckler then Bruce Foxton joined, The Jam truly born.

This event landed 50 years to the week the initial band played a ‘Rock & Roll Evening’ at the same Kingfield venue, supported by the Norman Hale Trio, in a week they also played Sheerwater Community Centre, Woking Working Men’s Club and their regular Michael’s nightclub residency across town, John Weller’s lads continuing to build a following.

Two years later, so much had changed, The Jam newly signed to Polydor – historic home of The Who and Slade – and on the road promoting debut single ‘In the City’ and the incendiary LP of the same name, the world their oyster, their future anything but a clam. And it will come as no surprise to many of you that I added that last line without contemplating where it came from, so deeply in my DNA is that wonderful catalogue of songs, ‘When You’re Young’ one of those I cited as a major influence in Saturday’s interview, that song ingrained in this lad’s psyche from around my 12th birthday… and never leaving.

I aimed to write a standard review here, but I’ve already drifted from that premise, so best get back on board and head to the first musical highlight of my two-day visit. Unfortunately, time and geography ruled out what I’m reliably informed was a storming Friday night headline set from The Hornets and support band The Special Guests, the latter with their own strong link to The Jam’s early days, lead singer Enzo Esposito with their town rivals Squire back in the day, going on to feature among the Mod revival scene’s foremost outfits.

Pistol Packin’: Here Comes the Weekend co-organiser Nicky Weller with the Stax Pistols at Woking FC

My own musical introduction to the festival came via the Stax Pistols. Imagine Booker T tackling punk and new wave, their cracking take on late ‘70s classics delivered in a Hammond organ-led Stax and Motown style. ‘Memphis surfs the New Wave’, as they put it. They admit there’s not a lead singer among them, but the instrumentation and vibe carries it all, the vocal moments they deliver occasionally bringing realisation on the floor for those struggling to place a song being given that twisted cover treatment.

Highlights included their take on X-Ray Spex’s ‘Oh Bondage Up Yours!’ (the guitarist revising Poly Styrene’s iconic intro to ‘Some people think gentlemen of a certain age should be seen and not heard, but I think…’) and encore, ‘Ça Plane Pour Moi’, frontman Toby proving himself a contender for King of the Divan with that glorious one-note organ solo. What’s more, their cover of ‘Pump It Up’ reminded me just how soulful the Attractions were, even in the punk era, long before Get Happy… which the smiles around me suggested was the case on this occasion too.

As for Saturday’s headline act, what was not to love? Daniel Ash from Teenage Waitress and his band – I met Daniel and his lead guitarist in the Green Room that afternoon and it’s fair to say the word ‘unassuming’ springs to mind, certainly with no pretentiousness, for all this gifted collective’s talent. Their set included a guest spot for Sunday evening support act Samuel Rogers and Dee C Lee’s Style Council predecessor, Jaye Ella-Ruth on ‘Walk on Gilded Splinters’, part of an engaging live session taking us from start to finish of a rightly-lauded LP, somehow now 30 years old but in reality 30 years young.

On an album that has no fillers, ‘Out of the Sinking’ – which they went on to play again as a second encore – was sublime, Jaye helping the band reach a spiritual high, an act of communion unfolding between band, fans and Lord knows Whom… above the clouds. Magical. As for ‘Whirlpool’s End’, it’s a song that never fails to grab me, this scribe ‘rolling down green Surrey hills in Spring’ in his memories. And again, it was beautifully pulled off here.

Daniel was a delight throughout, neatly complemented by his oh so professional band, and you could hear a pin drop as Jaye delivered heartfelt yet understated LP finale ‘Wings of Speed’, re-reaching the heights managed earlier on ‘You Do Something To Me’. Not a dry eye in the house.

Band Substance: Stanley Road All-Stars walk on gilded splinters (Video Still: Colin Cummings)

Two showstoppers followed by way of an encore, Beatles covers ‘Come Together’ and ‘Day Tripper’ proving perfect send-offs. Facing that crowd and mastering those songs was hardly ‘taking the easy way out’, but Daniel and co. managed it in style, the Love Crowd helping them on their way.

My Sunday started earlier than the previous day’s late night shenanigans called for, your scribe back from a night on a mate’s floor in Guildford, bleary-eyed but bushy-tailed all the same to tackle Tufty’s Tour’, Steve ‘Tufty’ Carver and sidekick Sam Molnar on fine form around and about town for a key component of a winning weekend’s entertainment, a coach-load of us taking in a variety of Jam and Weller-related landmarks, from the arguably rather underwhelming ‘The Space Between Us’ tree tributes to the trio (nicknamed ‘Pole, Spruce and Stick’, Rick apparently pointing out that as the drummer he must be the one at the back) and a wander around the setting for the ‘Funeral Pyre’ promo video and the Martians’ landing place in HG Wells’ The War of the Worlds on Horsell Common. We also had a trip to Stanley Road – less than a mile from my own family roots – and the nearby venues where the band initially played and practised, and even the alleyway from the ‘Uh Huh Oh Yeah’ video. As we walked, the songs piled up in my head, from the latter to the title track of that ’95 solo LP and even ‘Amongst Butterflies’ as we grabbed a moment of reflection in the beautiful  setting of the Muslim burial garden and peace garden.  

‘And in the woods was a soldier’s tomb
The ghost of which looked over you
And God was there amongst the trees
We felt his whisper as the summer’s breeze’

Talking of poignancy, how about the sight of 90-plus scooters filing past the former Weller home in Maybury, Tufty breaking off from tales of neighbourhood and deep friendship outside No.44 Balmoral Grove as the procession passed, a touching tribute to the memory of the drumming legend who attended last year’s event, many of us still struggling to come to terms with his departure but Rick’s Rideout a fitting way to express our love.

More talks followed, Detail magazine’s Claire Mahoney discussing with HCTW co-organiser Stuart Deabill and that man Tufty again the mighty Setting Sons, 45 and a half years on, before filmmaker Lee Cogswell and producer/writer Mark Baxter’s chat with Joe Dwyer on their Mono Media CV, not least Stone Foundation documentary, Rise Above It, Johnny Harris-penned movie, Jawbone (with music by Weller), Pauline Boty: I Am The Sixties (still on the BBC iPlayer and definitely worth a look), music docs on Tubby Hayes and Danny Thompson (the latter newly finished), and plenty on Style Council documentary, Long Hot Summers.

Then came the evening entertainment, Birmingham singer-songwriter Samuel Rogers’ covers set – culminating in a duet with his dad on ‘My Generation’ – bringing further smiles to faces and setting the tone for the big finish, a post-tour appearance by From The Jam, the booking that persuaded me (despite the miles involved from West Cornwall and the time commitment) I had to be there, the head having ruled over the heart regarding attendance of the previous HCTWs.

As a Jam, Style Council and Weller fan with Woking family roots, and a regular at Kingfield for the footie and all around the town, so to speak, for 50-something years, it had to be, not least when word spread that Bruce was looking to hang up his bass guitar after this tour. I had to make the commitment, whatever the implications. The official word was that he was bowing out the previous night in Manchester after 18 years’ service. As has become increasingly clear, he’s struggled with his health lately, not least due to a recent knee op. However, part of me held out hope that Woking FC would host his unofficial farewell.

Bruce was on wonderful form the last time I caught the band in July 2024 at Barnoldswick Music & Art Centre in East Lancashire, on that occasion solely playing the second set – which seemed to have become the band MO. Hence, for this tour From The Jam consisted co-founder Russell Hastings (lead guitar/vocals), Gary Simons (bass/second guitar) and Mike Randon (drums), with Bruce joining them for a few songs later on. And it’s worked. But he wasn’t well enough for the final dates in Liverpool and Manchester, so an appearance at Woking was increasingly unlikely, much as he’d have loved to appear, in what would have been a proper ‘Full Circle’ moment (in the words of the 2016 Foxton & Hastings song), bearing in mind that Woking FC show in ’75.

However, we’re increasingly understanding all too well (Russell himself having words with his cardiologist before the final dates, to get the go-ahead to continue) that health comes first, and all we can do is wish Bruce the very best from here. So while there was a slight air of disappointment early on, Russell and co. soon brought us round, Gary in particular deserving all the credit we can shower at him for the way he’s dealt with that deflation on a nightly basis, the band rising to the challenge each time, winning over those audiences.

In this case, a salvo of the heavier trilogy from Setting Sons – ‘Little Boy Soldiers’, ‘Thick as Thieves’ and ‘Private Hell’ – settled the nerves, Russell then confirming a Bruce no-show before dedicating ‘Girl on the Phone’ to Rick (as his family looked on)… and we were away. A ‘fuck it, Woking, let’s have some fun’ type pronouncement from Russell followed, and boy, did we! While they could play the songs off the fourth album standing on their heads by now, they were keen to mix things up and invite requests, resulting in the most engaging of sets, the pure emotion of Bruce’s absence and Rick’s recent departure the backdrop, the setting to the songs (so to speak) adding extra poignancy, the band truly digging in to deliver.

Woking Class: Russell Hastings proved his worth with From The Jam at Woking FC (Photo: Dave Wear)

It seemed ironic that the intimacy of this venue and its comparatively low ceiling meant there wasn’t room for the huge image of Rick used as the backdrop that proved so iconic on the tour, not least with Derek D’Souza, the photographer responsible, on hand (as was fellow photography master Lawrence Watson), but as a Cards fan of some  40 years, I was more than happy with the in-house Woking FC scarves and banners behind the trio. Besides, every song played proved to be a tribute of the highest order to The Jam and that wonderful legacy.

I don’t mind admitting I was gone on several occasions. By way of example, at one point Paul’s sister, Here Comes the Weekend co-organiser Nicky Weller, down the front, requested All Mod Cons’ ‘In the Crowd’, and the band gave it a go. Correction… they absolutely nailed it, the fear on Gary’s s face at the outset replaced a few minutes later by elation and relief, a high-five from Russell one of many glorious moments.

I heard them soundcheck 2022’s ‘Lula’ from Woking Park earlier, earlier, a song that’s crept up on me in recent times, that and 2012’s ‘Window Shopping’, the only latter-day numbers in the set. And while it’s a Ray Davies song, ‘David Watts’ has as good as become Bruce’s song since 1978 and proved to be a celebration of the Jam bass legend’s legacy on this occasion.

Other highlights? Where do I start? It was during ‘Smithers Jones’ that I first properly lost it – that moment where you go to sing but your voice betrays you, emotions off the scale.  ‘Wasteland’ was another gorgeous moment, such a quality song written by one so young, as agreed by the listening panel earlier. And if ‘Heatwave’ took the party vibe to a new height, the audience participation on ‘Saturday’s Kids’, ‘Man in the Corner Shop’ and ‘To Be Someone’ saw us soar into hyperspace.

There was also ‘Down in the Tube Station’, ‘The Eton Rifles’, ‘Pretty Green’, ‘Start!’… all anthemic here, while ‘In The City’ transported us back to ’77, ‘Ghosts’ a moment for further reflection’, and ‘Liza Radley’… well, I was gone again.

Bass Instinct: Gary Simons stepped up in lieu of Bruce at Here Comes the Weekend (Photo: Dave Wear)

And while I’m on that tack, ‘Town Called Malice’, Woking’s hymnal, was another high point, the Jam Family embracing the experience, while ‘Going Underground’ made this boy gulp, made this boy cry. As for ‘That’s Entertainment’ …. the moment Bruce’s bassline came in, courtesy of Gary, and we went into the first chorus… bloody hell, I was a mess.

Such a rich vein of classic songs, perfectly delivered. Praise be to Russell, Gary and Mike, and to the same extent to Paul, Bruce and Rick. A perfect finale for an amazing event. Meanwhile, tickets are on sale tomorrow for the next one, at Portmeirion (October 31st to November 2nd). You know what you have to do.

And if you’ve yet to receive a copy of Solid Bond In Your Heart: A People’s History of The Jam by Malcolm Wyatt, with a foreword from Paul Weller and an afterword from Gary Crowley, you can order direct from the publisher, Spenwood Books, your local book shop, or a number of trusted online outlets.

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Heavenly t-shirts won’t ever let you down – celebrating Brian Bilston, the Catenary Wires, and Sounds Made by Humans

Bass Instinct: Rob, Amelia & Ian, rather protective of accidental poet Brian Bilston (Photo: Simon Robinson)

Once upon a time in an era seemingly rife with bands splitting ‘due to musical differences’, my own band started a rumour, then denied it, that we’d split up due to ‘t-shirt differences’. That was in the late ’80s, the idea no doubt fuelled by a few pints – as was the case with most of our creative gambits – and realisation that this could be the best way to end it, the previous idea of having a six-month sabbatical dashed when it emerged that none of us could agree when that should start. In an era of shambling indie outfits, we were arguably the most shambolic.

It wasn’t so much about tensions within the group as that we were a garage band seemingly fated never to leave the garage (at least until the lead guitarist’s homebrew was polished off). That’s where we started, and give or take a couple of practises in a bandmate’s cottage near Windsor and at my brother’s place on the outskirts of Woking, the rock ‘n’ roll dream stalled right there. We could have been huge, but decided to quit while we were ahead.

But in the creative partnership I’m about to tell you about, it was a t-shirt that brought this band project together, Swansea Sound’s ex-Pooh Sticks frontman Huw Williams (aka Hue Pooh) at a festival in Laugharne, Carmarthenshire when he saw ‘poet, philosopher and failure’ Brian Bilston deliver his set in a Heavenly top. Accordingly, news of that occurrence was shared with bandmates Amelia Fletcher and Rob Pursey, who happened to be among the leading lights of aforementioned ’90s indiepop outfit Heavenly… and also make music with The Catenary Wires these days.

You’ll know Brian. One of the UK’s most popular poets, he started out by sharing his poems online and now has over half a million followers on social media and a raft of bestselling books. After a succession of sell-out live shows in his (ahem) own write, he’s currently on tour with writer, poet, film and TV producer Henry Normal, and as of last week now has a collaborative LP with The Catenary Wires out there, with Brian, Amelia and Rob joined by Ian Button (drums) and Fay Hallam (keyboards), this latest release coming four years after the previous Catenary Wires long player, Birling Gap (featured in this 2021 feature-interview) since when they’ve focused on dates around the world with Heavenly and Swansea Sound.

It was a couple of years ago that word reached Rob and Amelia that Brian was a Heavenly fan, and given that they were fans of Brian’s poetry, introductions were made and friendships formed, the result of that link the rather marvellous Sounds Made by Humans. And we’re not talking a set of readings with musical backdrops. As the band put it, ‘It’s a collection of songs, where words and music have become completely intertwined. There are verses, and there are choruses. There is no ‘riffing’, no improvisation. In many ways, Brian’s poems are already like pop songs: brief, direct, and witty; sometimes poignant, sometimes biting and political; but always economical, and always accessible.’

It’s bloody good too, Rob taking 13 of Brian’s poems and creating melodies and arrangements which were then played by the full band. Sometimes the words are sung by Amelia or Rob, sometimes they are spoken by Brian, and sometimes both these things happen at once. As they put it, ‘This is a pop record where the poetry and the music are equal partners: sounds made by humans in perfect artistic alignment.’ All the better a reason to get hold of Brian and quiz him more while he’s back home in Oxford on a 48-hour pass after 15 shows in 17 days (‘very rock n’ roll’, as he put it) with Henry Normal. So how’s the tour going? Is this your biggest such venture so far?

‘It’s going very well. Always amazing to see how many people turn up for what is, at heart, an evening of poetry. We did a similar tour last Spring – although that was a little more spaced out, so more time in between shows to make progress with the laundry.’

Not only is Henry good company, but I gather he does the driving and you get free ‘what went well’ mentoring regarding nightly sets, from a fella with a rather impressive CV.

‘Yeah! It’s a huge privilege spending time with Henry. He’s so experienced and has real insights into what works on stage and what does not, particularly in terms of comedy. Throw in the driving, too, then I’m sure I’m getting more out of the experience than he is.’

Your itinerary included the Glee Club in Birmingham. Does this lad from Birmingham enjoy hometown gigs, or is there more pressure performing on your old doorstep?

‘It does feel different to perform in front of your nearest and dearest. I’ve got better at putting that to one side, but part of me still wonders what they must make of it all, not least as I was always the quiet, shy lad in the corner who went out of his way not to be in the spotlight.’

Seldom do those who don’t get along to your gigs see photos of you. Does the supposed secrecy around the identity of the ‘Banksy of Poetry’ make things trickier? (cue shouts of ‘I’ve seen you hanging out your Y-fronts, Brian Bilston!’ from Midlands audiences)

‘The whole secrecy thing has become increasingly hard to maintain, particularly now I’m touring. Most people who come to see me, though, are very good at not sharing pictures. I’m more laid back about it all now – I never really intended to be quite so mysterious originally, but after a while I started to like that no one knew who I was. Even now, I think I’ve only ever been spotted twice out in the wild.’

Your attempt at anonymity tells its own tale, but do you still feel you’re a rather shy, somewhat reticent poet rather than out-and-out performer?

‘I’m still shy but a lot more confident on stage these days. I feel I know what I’m doing – and if people don’t like it, it’s their problem not mine! I don’t think I’ll ever be a ‘performer’ as such, though; I simply don’t have the dance routines.’

Did you get your early live music grounding in Birmingham? And if so, what shows stood out?

‘I didn’t go to many gigs during my teenage years. Partly because I didn’t have many people around me who shared my taste in music; but also, because it used to be vaguely terrifying to leave the house at night. Two gigs stand out though: Lloyd Cole & the Commotions at the Odeon in about 1985 and a couple of years later The Wedding Present at the Irish Centre in Digbeth.’

I’ve also heard mention of The Smiths and a few more at the more jingly-jangly edges of the spectrum as influences.

‘Annoyingly I missed out on The Smiths; I’ve seen Morrissey live a few times but the less said about that, perhaps. I only saw Heavenly once before their reunion shows last year. I’ve seen The Wedding Present lots of times, possibly more than any other band. The Fall, the Blue Aeroplanes and Half Man Half Biscuit were all bands, though, I’d see pretty much every year.’

I see songwriters like Paul Weller, Chris Difford, Ian Dury, John O’Neill and Pete Shelley among our foremost poets, building on what came before through Ray Davies, Lennon & McCartney, Bob Dylan, and so on. Do you see a distinction between songwriters and poets?

Slim Shady: Ian, Rob and Amelia attempt another shot before the light fades (Photo: Simon Robinson)

‘I don’t really see a huge distinction. In both cases, it’s people doing things with words to make a point or present a world view or simply to express how they feel. It’s obviously easier in a pop song to get away without saying much if the tune is catchy enough, but I’ve always been drawn to songs with smart, articulate and funny lyrics; all those you mention above tick that box, as do Stephen Merritt, Lloyd Cole, Nigel Blackwell, Mark E. Smith, to name a handful.’

Are your poems chiefly written as poetry, or is there a dreamer within that sees them being performed by a band, preferably your own?

‘I’d never really thought of them in any other way than words on the page. That some of them ended up first being read by me on stage, then reinterpreted as proper songs, is a development that still makes me feel mildly astonished.’

Were there a few ‘pinch me’ moments in the studio, a realisation that it’d come to this – cult musicians putting your words to songs?

‘Definitely. Even now I’m not altogether sure I believe it. One of the poems I read on stage is a mock-inspirational poem called ‘Message to the 14-Year-Old Me’. I think if I was able to send a message to the 19-year-old me that I’d end up making music with Rob and Amelia, he would have dismissed my words as the ravings of a deranged old man.’

Did you instinctively have an idea of the poems you felt could be used?

‘I wasn’t completely confident in my choices. They were driven, though, partly by structure – poems with regular structures, often incorporating some element of rhyme – and partly by topic (love poems, poems involving music, poems about issues to do with getting ‘old’).’

Did you give Rob and Amelia a feel of what you like, or leave them to it, knowing their track record?

‘We tried to avoid conversations at the outset about what we liked, or examples of where poems had been put to music successfully before. It felt a little nerve-racking, to know what might be coming back at me once Rob had thought about the music: what if I didn’t like what he did. Fortunately, that was never an issue; I was bowled over by how he’d managed to capture the poems in his arrangements, particularly the mood of each one.’

Were the poems pretty much fully formed, or tinkered with in the studio?

‘Some songs just seemed to work first time and only needed minor tinkering; a few, though, needed a little more back and forth. From my end, sometimes I’d rewrite words – or write new lyrics so the song could have a chorus or a refrain. Rob, in turn, would try out different arrangements, occasionally starting over again; it was a very collaborative process.’

This wasn’t your first foray into a rock ‘n’ roll world. Tell me about Mad Cow, allegedly ‘Swansea’s answer to the Happy Mondays’. Was that in your uni days?

‘That’s right. We had a few of our songs but mainly did covers (Velvet Underground, Channel 4 News theme, etc). Whenever we played, one fan would join us on stage with maracas, first changing into a leotard and floral bathing cap. We were quite a shambles really… in a good way.’

At this point we get on to Sounds Made by Humans, side one, opener ‘Alexa, What is There to Know About Love?’ For all its perceived humour it’s rather deep, driven by a Cocteau Twins-like vibe, and I get the impression that’s your M.O. in poetry – mixing light and shade.

‘Yes, and this is a really good example of where Rob totally got the mood of the poem from the outset. It’s about loneliness more than anything, alongside a feeling of alienation caused by technology, and I think he really captures that in his arrangement. There’s a haunting quality which I really love.’

Regarding ‘The Interview’, I don’t think I could be bothered with the rigmarole of a standard job interviews these days. If it’s a case of working with someone on the same wavelength, fair enough, but that ‘what would you bring to this job?’ malarkey grates. Was that part of your motivation – ‘been there, done that, never again’?

‘This stems from having spent several decades working in an office, being on both ends of the interview process. I feel sorry for anyone who has to go to an interview; it’s so hard to show anyone the real you in that situation, and they can be very intimidating experiences. There’s also a falsity we often have to bring to our answers in order to give the replies that might give us the job, for example ‘where do you want to be in five years?’ Frankly, anywhere else but here.’

And how, as you ask here, do you prioritise your failures on a daily basis?

‘I start with the quick win failures – such as forgetting it’s bin day – before moving on to larger, existential failures.’

‘Every Song on the Radio Reminds Me of You’ is a lyrical masterpiece. I recall hearing ‘She’s Not There’ by The Zombies in my youth, thinking ‘That’s about my breakup!’ Hundreds of love songs followed that made me feel similarly. PD Heaton tackled the subject with a degree of cynicism on ‘Song for Whoever’, but this is more of a celebration, however tongue-in-cheek.

‘I thought I’d have fun with that trope we often see in movies and TV shows, where the radio (or sometimes TV) provides no escape from heartbreak and seems to be speaking to you directly. At the same time, it is a celebration; radio has always been very important to me in my life.‘

‘Might Have, Might Not Have’ is another oft-examined concept – looking at life’s sliding door moments – but again you do it so well, the listener’s grey matter properly mined. And it’s delivered Blue Aeroplanes style, another band I love. Gerard Langley had the likes of Rodney Allen to bolster his songcraft, and you have indie queen Amelia. What does the teenage you with several records featuring those sumptuous vocals make of that?

‘Total bemusement! I’ve always loved Amelia’s voice. The fact that I can now hear it alongside my own weirds me out (in a good way, of course).’ 

Tea Up: Ian, Amelia and Rob about to take a break from blocking out Brian (Photo: Simon Robinson)

To Do List’ seems to be about procrastination… something I know so well. Your Days Like These book – that idea of a poem for every day of the year – was a great success from where I’m sat. It’s struck me how high pressure that could be, however many poems you may already have half-written or stockpiled. A bit like – on record – The Wedding Present’s year of singles. Or daily cartoons in newspapers – only a few cartoonists pull that off with honour. Would you consider something of that ilk again? And was it a good discipline, having daily deadlines to help ward off the inevitable drying up?

‘Fortunately, I didn’t attempt to write Days Like These in real time; the whole project took a couple of years. A prompt can really help me sometimes. All those years working in an office have meant that I feel I need to be productive in some way every day. I have routines I stick to – and when I get completely bereft of ideas, I’ll take time out, go for a walk or a bike ride.’

There’s been a novel, talk of a follow-up, and you write for children. Do you have a ‘to do’ list?

‘I don’t have any longer-term plans, other than to keep writing, enjoy these moments when I can. All of this has been unplanned; If I’d ever proactively attempted to become a ‘poet’, write books, perform on stage, it wouldn’t have ended well. I’m not ambitious, beyond wanting the next poem to be a really good one.’

‘Compilation Cassette’ is another song of unrequited love, and one I certainly relate to, having spent many an hour in the past labouring on similar cassettes. And top marks for calling it that – back in our day there was none of this American ‘mixtape’ nonsense.

‘I found the whole mixtape terminology confusing when I first encountered it. All very suspicious.’

As for side one closer, ‘Out of the Rain’, there’s a Manchester feel for me. And not just because of the mention of rain. I’d mention the Blue Aeroplanes again, but also hear Morrissey-Marr owning this, the former’s melancholia neatly tempered by that guitar sound. I’m back in my late ’80s bubble again, looking for a job, then finding a job…

‘I’m reminded of Johnny Marr, too, with that guitar sound. Glorious.’

Before I turn over, when did you give up the day job? And was that decision foisted upon you, or was it just the right time to do your own thing?

‘It’s been about eight years, I think. I did enjoy my job, but it was losing its shine and I had the opportunity to get out at the moment I was finding an audience for my writing. I’d imagined that I’d be heading back to the world of offices and salaries after 18 months or so, but managed to make a go of it somehow.’

Swans Songs: Rob, Amelia and Ian with fellow Swansea Sound scenesters Huw and Bob, 2nd & 3rd left

Your background was in academic publishing but imagine amid all that there was always something on the boil. My writing started properly with self-published fanzines. Ever delve into that world?

‘I’d written little poems for a long time, but only for my own consumption. I also wrote things like spoof football match reports and had long harboured ambitions of writing a novel. I didn’t really have the confidence – or application – to think I could actually make a living out of it.’

Your elevation came via social media. Was that a good way of getting the name out there?

‘None of this would have happened without social media. I didn’t join Twitter, though, with the intention of sharing my poems; I was just curious as to what Twitter was and what people were doing on it. Even the adoption of the name Brian Bilston was somewhat unthought through. I thought that way people at work couldn’t see I was spending so much time on there.’

You’ve mentioned Twitter and how politics was an early driver – your anti-racist and anti-fascist sensibilities given air space, ‘passive aggressive’ poetic moments committed to notepads during works conference hotel stays and so on. I’m still guilty of some of that, despite realising I’m often sounding off in echo chambers of like-minded folk, and that there are only so many hours available each day to be properly creative. It can be a timewaster.

‘A few years back I realised the last ten poems I’d written were either about Brexit or Trump. That’s the thing about social media, it can whip you up into a frenzy. So I step back quite a lot from it nowadays, for balance and equilibrium. It’s easy to get embroiled, worked up by the news every day. I used to think it was helpful to write a poem in response, but there’s a limit to that – now I appreciate a little more distance from it all, for my mental health if nothing else.’

‘Accidental poet’ is a term I hear in relation to your performing and writing roots, but your track record so far suggests this was absolutely the right way to go. Do you still have early morning moments of doubt though, or a fear of walking on to a stage?

‘I think I’ll always have doubts. That’s just who I am: a doubting Brian.’

Brian Bilston continues to do very well in terms of kudos and appreciation. Does he still find time to write match reports for the Dudley Echo, or did he prefer the pad and pen days and ultimately feel pushed out by this modern era of ‘as it happens’ live reporting from the ground?

‘Alas, the Dudley Echo folded when the poetry took off. There’s part of Brian Bilston, though, who wishes he was there still there, commenting on changes to the Halesowen Town line-up.’

Cardie Call: Henry Normal tries to get through to Brian to remind him his 48-hours are almost up

Did Brian ever cross paths with Pat McGatt, the world-famous sports reporter immortalised in song by The Fall‘s Mark E. Smith?

‘No, but I do have hotdogs and seat for Mr Hogg.’

In an online conversation recently, a friend contemplated writing his life story and another suggested it was a great idea, as one of his mates did and made loads of money. That’s not the norm, far as I know. Do your books do okay, or would you have to think about a day job again if not for the live shows?

‘The two need to work in combination. Until the live shows, it was a rather precarious existence. My books have sold well, the caveat being that they’re books of poetry; so it’s all relative. The shows have made a difference, though, so I’m no longer on the treadmill of having to try to write a new book every year.’

You didn’t come down the modern route – via the performance poetry circuit – but you’ve been a regular gig-goer. Did you catch masters of that trade like John Cooper Clarke in the past, and take inspiration?

‘I’ve seen JCC a few times, but I’ve not been out to see many poets perform their stuff. More helpful for me is to look at comedians and how they put their sets together. Reading poems on stage is easy, what’s hard are the bits in between the poems.’

I was disappointed to hear he didn’t much enjoy the process of making LPs with the Invisible Girls. I felt they sounded even better on record, thanks to Martin Hannett and co. Were those records an influence on you?

‘Not really. I’m the other way around – I prefer him reading on stage, rather than listen to them accompanied by music. There’s such a force and rhythm behind those poems that I sometimes think the music just gets in the way.’

You’re also a fan of Spike Milligan. Aside from his wondrous redefining of TV comedy, I prefer his amazing war memoirs, but could probably recite more of his works than any established poet. What do you like most about his work?

‘I love Spike’s silliness, a much-underrated human quality. But I also love that he was a lot more than that: melancholy, thoughtful, often and profound.’

Wires Crossed: Catenary Wires, 2021 – Andy Lewis, Fay Hallam, Amelia Fletcher, Ian Button, Rob Pursey

Roger McGough also gets a respectful nod from you, and of the next generation, John Hegley. What appealed there?

‘I love the different ways humour can be injected into poetry. They were the first poets I encountered who were genuinely funny, in their own unique ways. It was also fun and experimental, and a kick in the teeth of those who took their poetry too seriously.’

Philip Larkin was something of a game changer for you, having studied him at A-level. What chimed with you there?

‘I love the mixture of bleakness and humour. Throw in some swearing and that’s a heady mix for a teenager from Brum growing up in the Thatcher years (ironically given Larkin’s love of Thatcher).’

I’ve also got a soft spot for the LPs John Betjeman made with Jim Parker. Partly nostalgia (my Dad loved them), but a guilty secret for me at first. Did Betjeman resound with you?

‘Not so much, but I think I’d appreciate him more now. I need to re-read him.’

On to side two then, with ‘31 Rules for Midlife Rebellion’ the first track I heard from this mighty collaboration, delivered with late-‘70s post-punk passion. Sheer genius, and my inner punk feels you can’t really beat a one-chord guitar solo.

‘I love that guitar solo, too.’

‘As I Grow Old I Will March not Shuffle’ is another winner, more angular, exploring aVictor Meldrew effect maybe, our hero hoping to live long enough to be a ‘nonagenarian non-conformist’.

‘The words of this are a little pompous, but deliberately so. This is our attempt to rock out on the album.’

Alternatively, ‘She’d Dance’ carries a Cinerama-like European feel. But there’s also something of the understanding warmth of The Jam’s ‘Liza Radley’ or Ian Dury’s ‘Razzle in my Pocket’ maybe. A thing of beauty, arguably the saddest song here, but rather heart-warming.

‘This is one of the few songs on the album I tend to read regularly at shows. It’s sad but I like light and shade in my music and poetry; if they’re all trying to be amusing, it can get rather wearing.’

‘My Heart is a Lump of Rock’ has a Swansea Sound feel but also a Blur vibe (arguably ironic considering Rob’s distrust of that Blur-Oasis battle rubbish still feeding the popular media). Perhaps I’ll suggest Teenage Fanclub instead. Either way, I love the idea of geologists arriving at your door for further studies of your heart.

‘Yes, let’s go for Teenage Fanclub. We’ll all settle for that!’

‘Thou Shalt Not Commit Adulting’ includes some of your finest lines and is encapsulated in a late-70s feel neatly conveyed by Amelia’s quirky punk-pop delivery and Buzzcocks guitars. Nice.

‘It’s a lovely upbeat, punk pop rendition of my poem. I love the riff coming in towards the end.’

And then we’re away on ‘Customers Who Bought This Record Also Bought…’ – another list song of distinction. Part The Generation Game conveyor belt, part modern-day interweb shopping channel. Perhaps a fresh career on QVC awaits. If so, put me down for a Penelope Keith’s Hidden Villages DVD set and an Angela Merkel facemask.

‘Ha! That’s an excellent description. It’s a lounge-style critique of runaway consumerism. I genuinely do despair at all the crap there is out there.’

Is the setlist going to be a challenge for your upcoming shows with The Catenary Wires, being rolled out later this year?

‘I don’t think so. The benefit of having one album comprising 13 songs is that the setlist just writes itself. I think the only thing we’ll need to figure out is whether we play the songs in album order, or move them around a bit.’

Finally, to further fire your interview panel questions back at you, where do you see yourself in 200 years’ time? And how was your journey to this point? Have you travelled far?

‘I’d struggle where to see myself in 200 minutes’ time. As for my journey, it’s been fun, unplanned and entirely unexpected: I’ve travelled so far, I can’t remember anymore quite where I started out from.’

Poetic Justice: Brian gets some cramming in before the Catenary Wires tour (Photo: Simon Robinson)

Brian Bilston and The Catenary Wires will be performing song-poems at selected UK venues in November 2025, with details to follow. Meanwhile, Brian Bilston’s current poetry-only appearance details can be found via this link. You can also keep up with Brian’s antics via social media, including his Facebook and Instagram pages and his website.

For the latest from The Catenary Wires, you can follow them on Facebook and Instagram. And for the latest from Amelia and Rob’s Skepwax Records stable, check out their Facebook, Instagram and BlueSky links or visit www.skepwax.bandcamp.com and www.skepwax.com

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Bringing Flame bak ‘OME – the latest rock ‘n’ roll antics of Slade’s Noddy Holder and Don Powell, from Manchester and Silkeborg

A sell-out audience enjoyed a special screening of remastered cult classic Slade in Flame in Manchester at the weekend, diehard fans of the Black Country’s Finest getting to rub shoulders and trade tales and memories with Slade legend Noddy Holder, interviewed on stage by revered broadcaster and long-time friend Mark Radcliffe.

Geography defeated your scribe’s attendance, but WriteWyattUK’s discerning spies reported a rapturous response, the latest British Film Institute (BFI)-backed event seeing the 1975 epic – dubbed ‘the Citizen Kane of British pop movies’ by foremost film critic Mark Kermode – shown at premier arts centre HOME on Tony Wilson Place, midway between the Deansgate and Oxford Road railway hubs.

Back out on limited release around the UK – the film cleaned up for a 50th anniversary re-issue campaign which also involves a first-time joint Blue-Ray and DVD release, as told in more detail in my February 2025 Slade in Flame anniversary feature – the screening was followed by a Q&A session, Mark and Nod proving to be on great form.

And I’m chuffed to hear that Mark, last featured on these pages in June 2019 after his touch and go battle with cancer (with that interview linked here) referred on stage to Wild! Wild! Wild! A People’s History of Slade, which both posed for photos with backstage (thanks there to the lovely Suzan Holder), as confirmed by Lancashire-born and bred, million-selling ‘poet, performer and average ukelele player’ Paul Cookson, who also happens to be Slade’s poet laureate as well as a member – alongside guitarist Les Glover, also on hand – of Don Powell’s Occasional Flames.

Les, featured in both my Slade and Jam books, told me, ‘Noddy did indeed mention the book, and how much he enjoyed it. Great afternoon, Mark Radcliffe was on top form too.’ And Paul, up from Nottinghamshire for the occasion, added, ‘The book was mentioned in more than passing as part of the introduction, Mark saying it was a great book written on behalf of the fans. I think he said something like ‘the people’s book for the people’s band’… and if he didn’t, I’m claiming the quote!’

I’m ‘avin’ that too, not least as it fits neatly with praise for the book  from Noddy Holder in an online interview with Australian broadcaster Sandy Kaye last July, as a guest on her rather marvellous A Breath of Fresh Air podcast (linked here), on the subject of publications about Slade.

Noddy, who of course has also spoken in public about his own battles with cancer, with both hugely indebted to specialist nursing staff at Manchester’s Christie Hospital, told Sandy, ‘There’s one out that I was given that the guy’s put together of all fans’ recollections of gigs they were at, and the book’s called Wild! Wild! Wild! It’s great to read what certain fans thought about you, and it’s very interesting. On this one, I’m getting a whole new perspective on what happened. It did touch my heart, actually. One fan wrote how he came to see us in the later days of the band, before I left in the early Nineties. He’d come to one of the last shows we’d done and was saying we were still as good as ever, and gave us a fabulous review. And he said the thing that touched him now is that it just reminds him of his mates when they were growing up.

“They were at school together and they would listen to the chart every Tuesday lunchtime to see where our record was in the chart, then they’d maybe save all their money to buy the new record, and the sacrifices they made between them – a gang of chaps… or girls included – to actually go out and buy your records, go out to see a gig. And he said all those guys now are dying and it just makes him cry when one of our records comes on, because he remembers his mates. It brings back to him the camaraderie of his mates. And that’s far more important to me than how many records a certain record sold. That was really what we were all about. Us and the audience were as one. It was our thing. It was Slade’s thing.

“It just brings it home to you how important a part we were to people’s lives, especially how gigantic we were at the time. Reading this book, it does bring it all back, because we were in a bubble, don’t forget, me and Dave {Hill} particularly. We couldn’t go out to the cinema. We couldn’t go out to shops or anything like that in those days. We were just too big. It was impossible to live a normal life. We were in this bubble, and we didn’t know really what was going on in the outside world. We knew our records were going to No.1, we knew we were selling out gigs, but we didn’t know to what extent and how big we were. I mean, I didn’t realise it, but today we’re told by statistics we were the biggest-selling UK singles band in the whole of the Seventies – we sold more records than anybody else in the Seventies, apparently including Bowie, Marc Bolan, and everybody else that was around. So, it’s incredible, these facts that come back to you.”

The Nod: The legend that is Mr Holder with his copy of Wild! Wild! Wild! A People’s History of Slade

It seems apt too that this post has gone online a dozen years to the day after I uploaded my take on the pair’s May 2013 live date at the Charter Theatre in Preston, with that review linked here.

Furthermore, the day before Mark and Noddy’s event in Manchester, I had a brief catch-up with Slade’s legendary drummer Don Powell, at home in Denmark, after he sent me two lovely photographs of him with my Jam and Slade books.

Don features in both publications, not least supplying an afterword for Wild! Wild Wild! A People’s History of Slade (Spenwood Books, 2023, for which his occasional QSP bandmates and fellow glam legends Suzi Quatro and Andy Scott, of The Sweet, supply the foreword) and first-hand memories of two Jam live shows in Solid Bond In Your Heart: A People’s History of The Jam (Spenwood Books, 2025).

He was in London for the premiere of the newly remastered Slade in Flame at the BFI‘s South Bank base in central London on May 1st, where Noddy Holder joined the afore-mentioned Mark Kermode, Slade in Flame director Richard Loncraine and accomplished actor Tom Conti, who plays upper crust Flame manager Robert Seymour in the film, in what proved to be his breakthrough cinematic role.

And as well as Don, the audience included fellow Slade legend Dave Hill, who recently announced details of his version of the original band, Dave Hill’s Slade, going out on their final UK tour later this year (after several dates this summer and autumn in mainland Europe), a 10-date festive stint starting at the White Rock in Hastings on November 28th, Dave and co. bowing out on December 22nd at the Ritz in Manchester, a short distance from HOME.

While it was beyond the point of ‘waiting for the family to arrive’ when I spoke to Don, a celebration about to take place for his grandson’s 12th birthday near his home base in Silkeborg, he was his usual engaging self, although I got the impression that his beloved Hanne – the pair having met at a Slade II gig in her hometown a quarter of a century ago – was waiting patiently to start the car and get them on the road.

But the 78-year-old drumming legend still made time to ask about my recent move to West Cornwall, reminiscing about his childhood holidays in the area, then recalling what may have ended up in a disaster during a working holiday with old bandmate Dave Hill, touring with Slade II in 1993.

Don told me, re his childhood Cornish breaks, ‘I’ve a lot of good memories of all that. My schoolmate, who became our road manager, Swinn (Graham Swinnerton), his sister and her husband used to live in Hayle. I can still picture it, just on the outskirts. We used to spend our school holidays there.

‘I can’t remember which beach it was, but it was totally empty, no one there, and we’d go swimming… and the sea was freezing!’

The Don: Slade legend Don Powell features in both Wild! Wild! Wild! and Solid Bond In Your Heart

I agreed with Don that it can be cold but told him I’d braved it the day before in St Ives Bay, my first swim of the year, telling him how refreshing it was, the tide out far enough to wander across between two stunning beaches, two of many within half an hour or so from my door.

‘Oh, it’s wonderful, I know, but I couldn’t believe it, and the waves are so high as well. Incredible. That reminds me of the last time we were in Australia…’

I felt a Don Powell anecdote coming on, and I wasn’t going to be disappointed.

‘We were based in Perth, out there for nearly a month, and there were three incredible beaches all within a 10 to 15-minute bus ride from the centre. But that was like getting into a bath, Malcolm.’

Don first visited Australia in early 1973 with Slade, in what turned out to be their most successful year, the band taking to the road Down Under with Status Quo, Lindisfarne and Caravan, amazed to find they were also big names there too, Slade Alive! enjoying a mighty long stint at the top of the Australian LP charts.

Then, not long after Don rejoined Dave Hill a few months beyond the official split with chief songwriters Noddy Holder and Jim Lea, he found himself back in Australia, 20 years after that first tour.

‘On one beach, again totally empty, there was white sand as far as you can see, the Indian Ocean, waves incredibly high, and I went swimming but got caught by this wave. They did warn me, saying, ‘Be careful, the sea is very strong.’ But this wave took me, I was like a little rag doll on this wave, and it broke on my shoulder.

‘Luckily, we had a couple of weeks off. I went back to the hotel and said I might need to see a doctor, went to the pharmacy, and the pharmacist had a look, saying if it does need treatment, they could send me to the hospital. Thankfully there was nothing broken, it was just badly bruised. He gave me some cream, but said, ‘Where did you go swimming?’ I told him and he said, ‘Did no one tell you?’ Oh, shit, what? He told me the sharks come really close inshore, there’s poisonous snakes, and – worst of all – saltwater crocodiles. He told me, ‘If they get you, you don’t get away!’

And there was me thinking you were going to mention the dreaded stingers – the box jellyfish.

‘Yeah, probably them too… and at that point I thought, ‘So that’s why the beach was empty!’ But you know that saying about mad dogs and Englishmen… well, that was me.’

Danish Double: Slade legend Don Powell models two Spenwood Books classics bak ‘ome in Silkeborg

Hardback copies of Wild! Wild! Wild! A People’s History of Slade are still available from myself (private message me) or publisher, Spenwood Books, at https://spenwoodbooks.com/product/wild-wild-wild/ and via various online retailers, bookshops and libraries. And if you’re overseas or fancy a paperback version, try http://www.amazon.co.uk/Wild-Peoples…/dp/1915858070

And for details of remaining UK screening and event dates relating to the BFI-remastered cut of Slade in Flame, and how to get hold of the newly released DVD and BluRay of the film, head here.

With extra thanks to Mark Radcliffe and a couple of mutual friends, to Nod and Suzan, and to Don, Hanne and Occasional Flames Les and Paul. Indebted to you all.

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Still feeling the Noize – Chris Selby and Ian Edmundson talking Slade in Flame at 50

According to Chris Selby’s impressive Slade Live! online listings (linked here), 50 years ago yesterday, Noddy Holder, Jim Lea, Dave Hill and Don Powell were on the Continent, recording for Belgian TV show Chansons a  la Carte.

Four days later, May 18th 1975, a day ahead of the Irish rollout of Slade in Flame, Noddy was among the special guests at a BBC Radio One fun day at the Mallory Park racetrack in Leicestershire, the day the Bay City Rollers proved to be the main attraction… and scarily so, as memorably recalled by legendary broadcaster John Peel in his posthumously-released Margrave of the Marshes memoir (Bantam Press, 2005) and more recently Daryl Easlea’s Whatever Happened to Slade? When the Whole World Went Crazee (Omnibus Press, 2023).

In both cases, it was chiefly about plugging new single ‘Thanks for the Memory (Wham Bam Thank You Mam)’, the band also (erm) memorably performing on the Rollers’ TV show, Shang a Lang, on June 2nd at Granada Studios, Manchester. By then that single, their 15th to chart in four busy years, had become their 13th top ten seven-inch hit, but it would prove to be their last until 1981. Soon they were headed back to America, the long spell away that followed (they wouldn’t return to the road on this side of the Atlantic until April 1977, by which time the homegrown live scene had changed immeasurably) starting in earnest with a show on June 12th at Kiel Auditorium in St Louis, Missouri, embarking upon a new decisive chapter in this iconic band’s quarter-century together.

Promotion for Slade in Flame was long behind them by then, but it was the film that never truly went away, ultimately proving more of a success than that sojourn in the United States… even if it took an age for the film to be properly recognised as anything resembling a classic of its genre. As Noddy Holder recently told Stephen Dalton in an interview for the British Film Institute (BFI) website, ‘It did dent our career, but it stands up strong now. After 50 years, people look on it in a totally different light. I don’t think our image any more overshadows the story, the script, and the music in the movie. It’s been looked on with fresh eyes in the last 10, 15 years or so.’

This year has certainly seen a major upturn in interest, the BFI’s remastering project giving Slade in Flame a fresh lease of life, leading to multiple events and screenings. And uber-fans Chris Selby and Ian Edmundson’s latest Noize Books and Recordings publication, Slade in Flame at 50, was out ahead of the pack and soon deemed an integral component of the golden anniversary celebrations.

Coming in at 290-plus pages, many in full colour, it tackles in depth not only Richard Loncraine’s film but also the LP and its singles; John Pidgeon’s book, and Andrew Birkin’s film script. It carries cast and production crew profiles, tells in detail the story of the making of the film and looks at its locations, reprints original PR handouts and contemporary press reports, tells the tale of the London premiere and offers timelines of the LP, the film and the tour that followed, and provides detail of tour and film souvenirs and memorabilia, along with images from the film and more about the look (from the eye-catching guitars to the stage gear, including interviews with clothes designer Steve Megson and iconic photographer and long-time friend of the band Gered Mankowitz, who shot the sleeve art).

Then there are interviews with Tom Conti, reflecting on his breakthrough part as the band’s upmarket manager, Seymour, eight years before roles in Merry Christmas, Mister Lawrence and (in his first Oscar nomination for best actor) Reuben Reuben, his interview with Chris and Ian coming in the wake of his recent high-profile role, portraying Albert Einstein in Christopher Nolan’s acclaimed Oppenheimer.

There’s also an original press feature by reporter and long-time Slade fan Richard Cox (who first saw them in 1970, attended 1972’s landmark Great Western Festival show in Lincolnshire – the first time they properly shocked a neutral audience who may have written them off as pop lightweights – and got to know them well), who also reflects on his memories five decades on, as do many other fans. And then there’s a great first-hand piece with good friend of this site, Don Powell. Exhaustive is the word, I feel.

Chris, who like his musical heroes hails from the Black Country, and Ian, from Bolton, Lancashire (younger than Chris, but old enough for me to add that rather than Greater Manchester, those authority changes only coming into existence in 1974, while ‘Everyday’ was at its chart peak) have built up an impressive set of Slade-related publications in recent years, not least The Noize – the Slade Discography and Slade: Six Years on the Road. And it’s fair to say both glow with pride at the acclaim coming their way for the book, deemed ‘thoroughly researched’ and ‘a further reminder of the band’s brilliance’ by Paul Moody in Classic Rock and ‘forensically detailed’ by Stephen Dalton in a feature on the BFI’s own website. Meanwhile, Daryl Easlea adds in the book’s foreword, ‘Chris and Ian are two of the great Slade historians – cherish them and cherish this great book.’ Can’t say fairer than that.

All good enough reason for me to set up a three-way video interview, first off congratulating the pair on the latest Noize production.

Ian: ‘A shiny book!’

I’m impressed. It looks grand – a lovely job, fellas. I guess it took a while to pull together, or did you have lots of material ready to go?

Ian: ‘The thing with Chris and me, how we got into doing the books was that I’d seen Robert Lawson’s Cheap Trick book {Still Competition: The Listener’s Guide to Cheap Trick}, and thought, ‘We’ll do a Slade book,’ so we wound up doing The Noize, our big book. But with everything we’ve done… we’re the people who never throw anything away! We’ve the crap of centuries here. Chris has these underground catacombs beneath his house where he’s got Noddy Holder’s afterbirth and everything. He used to live not very far from where Nod grew up…’

Chris: ‘Literally the next housing estate along, the senior school slap-bang in the middle. When anything happened, such as Slade topping the charts, we’d be down outside his mum’s.’

I love Chris’ tales and those of others from that area there in the right place at the right time for Slade’s emergence, many of them told in my book, Wild! Wild! Wild! A People’s History of Slade (Spenwood Books, 2023), including several about those young fans hanging around in the hope of seeing their local heroes on their frequent Black Country returns, seeing who might turn up, whose Roller it would be that day…

Chris: ‘Or Dave Hill’s Jensen – he’d go past the pig farm, past the gypsy farm, past the school, on to Nod’s. All very working class. We’d get on the 33 {bus}, go down, see Nod… sorry… Neville. ‘His name is Neville!’ His mum got really upset if you asked for Nod. It’s just the way it was.

‘With regard to the books, I got on board doing all the bits and pieces, then something came out… it was Nod’s first book, where he mentioned how the first ever gig {the classic four-piece} was April 1st, 1966. I thought, ‘This is fantastic…’ I went in the library, got the Observers… but no!’

I know where you’re coming from. As a keen family historian alongside my day job, I’ll often end up going down rabbit holes, browsing through regional newspaper archives (thankfully online these days rather than having to scrawl through endless microfiche rolls underground, as it was a few years ago). And I find it rather illuminating revisiting those daily and weekly columns, not just for features and news but also small ads for gigs in the corner of entertainment pages.

Regarding Slade, I spotted one in a Scottish newspaper in late 1969 or early 1970 where a venue announced a Slade show but self-censored itself in its listing, as if they’d been told ‘the name is no longer Ambrose Slade’ but wanted to ensure everyone knew it was the same band, so as to not miss out on ticket sales. And I’ve discovered lots of conflicting information, be that regarding Slade or several other name bands. It’s a bit of a minefield.

Chris: ‘Yes, ‘Slade… formerly Ambrose Slade’… or ‘formerly the ‘N Betweens’… that sort of thing. But that’s what got me into it, that mention of 1st April 1966. Recently there was a claim that they started even earlier that year. Something on EBay, a letter with a promo recording claiming they started in February… so again that changes the story. But yes, Noddy’s line was that they started on April Fool’s Day, and ‘we’ve been playing the fool ever since…’

Ian: ‘Well, you never let the truth get in the way of a good story, do you.’

But this time around I want to concentrate on Flame and the tour that followed, 50 years ago, with your latest book in mind. Daryl Easlea, in his foreword to Slade in Flame at 50 sums up neatly the appeal and cultural importance of the film, while touching on how it became a cult classic in time but not a hit on release, and how a sizable proportion of Slade’s core teen audience didn’t really get it. That gives me a chance to ask about your Flame experiences. How old were you, where did you see it, and did you go back more than once?

Chris: ‘It wasn’t being shown in Walsall, so I had to go into Birmingham. I think the support film was something like Our Man Flintstone. I could be wrong. A cartoon, a bit weird. And it just seemed to disappear once it had done its initial run. I don’t think it was retained for a second week. Nothing like that.’

As it meant a trip to Birmingham, I’m guessing you didn’t catch it more than once.

Chris: ‘No, not at all. I’d have been coming up to 19 at the time.’

Ian: ‘I was born in ‘58 so was coming up to my 17th birthday. I saw it at Bolton ABC. We had about three big cinemas in the town centre. I can’t remember what was supporting it. I seem to think it was a Monty Python film. The thing was, when I saw the film, I didn’t have these daft expectations that it was the story of Slade in any way – a documentary or some fly on the wall thing – because I’d read the paperback.

‘I went along, sat down, watched it, and enjoyed it. I thought it held together very well. I wasn’t surprised, because I’d read the book… and it sold 200,000 copies, allegedly. It certainly sold a lot of copies. So how did all these people, Slade fans at the time, not realise the book is a story? It’s not the story of Slade. I just couldn’t get how they got themselves into so much trouble with it. That doesn’t compute.’

The 1975: John Pidgeon’s Slade in Flame and George Tremlett’s The Slade Story, Photo: WriteWyattUK

My copy of John Pidgeon’s Slade in Flame book (Panther, 1975) still sits proudly alongside George Tremlett’s The Slade Story (Futura, 1975) on a shelf. My brother, seven years older and a massive Slade fan, had both on release, but photos had been cut out and I ended up buying my own copies in more recent years. I knew The Slade Story well, but can’t recall going back to Pidgeon’s paperback so much beyond my teen years, when its fairly graphic nature (if I remember correctly) appealed more.

Ian: ‘The book tells the story properly, and everybody who read it thought the film was going to be exactly the same. What tickles me is that people think they filmed things like {the mobsters} cutting Jack Daniels’ toes off, then decided to cut it out. They knew what wouldn’t get past the censors and knew what would have got the film an X certificate… so didn’t bother filming that.’

You would have known the songs well by the time the film came out.

Ian: ‘Yeah, I was good with the soundtrack.’

I love that LP (as does Noddy, calling it ‘probably our best’, with ‘Far, Far Away’ his favourite Slade single, as is the case for Don), although I didn’t have the context of seeing it at the time to examine how the band had moved on from what came before, for instance since Old, New Borrowed and Blue.

Ian: ‘It’s only really ‘How Does It Feel’ that is different. The added brass, the thing with Gonzalez. Apart from that, it’s not a lot different {from other Slade LPs}, except that Old New Borrowed and Blue was a patchwork quilt of leftover songs, because of Don’s accident.’

Daryl Easlea suggests in his Slade biography that if Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath or David Bowie had made that film, it would have been far better received by their fan bases. Maybe the critics would have followed suit. It’s now seen as a cult success but was a slow burner on that front.

Ian: ‘Well, if you look at Slade, their relationship with the press was always pretty dreadful. Once they built them up, they spent the rest of their career knocking them down. So Slade making a film was like target practise for the press. They could have walked on water, brought Christ on in the cameo, and they would have still found fault with it.’

Thank God it wasn’t the dreadful, The Quite a Mess Experiment film script they were originally set to go with. Quite frankly, that sounded awful.

Chris: ‘Well, it was a real thing. They weren’t making it up. It does sound dreadful. ‘Oh, I know what we’ll do, we’ll kill off the lead guitarist within the first 10 minutes.’ Mind you, Dave’s wasn’t the best of the four little cameos in Flame. Jim, Don and Nod acquitted themselves pretty well, but Dave was a little bit more ‘school play nuance’ sort of thing.’

True… but we love him for it (this scribe having had the pleasure of a couple of interviews with Dave, currently working on plans for his band’s final UK Christmas tour as Slade, the most recent linked here).

Chris: ‘And with Don they went for an A Hard Day’s Night sort of vibe with Ringo, on the train…’

Ian: ‘Well, he got his scene where he walked off on his own, doing ‘This Boy’, walking round with his old boss by the canal.’

I love that Ringo scene and Don’s a decade later. And as opening sequences go, the ‘How Does It Feel?’ introductory scene – from the steelworks footage to Don’s arrival back home at the Park Hall flats after his sidecar lift home – takes some beating.

In my case, there was a sense of wonder when it got its small screen debut a few years later, not least at seeing Don and Jim, the quiet ones as I perceived them, talking on camera. Admittedly though, as a story it took me longer to appreciate Flame. In fact, while Ian was 17 and Chris was 19 when they first saw it, I’d not long reached the age of 20 when I caught Channel 4’s late-night TV premiere screening after the pubs closed on Saturday 12th December 1987.

That landed on my folks’ black and white set five years to the week after my sole live Slade sighting at Hammersmith Odeon. My diary records very little about the experience (I’d probably had a few, it was my mate, fellow Slade fan Alan’s 28th birthday, him having seen the film in Guildford first time around with my brother, both of them 15 at the time), but further investigations recently informed me that it was up against Alain Delon and Nathalie Baye in Bertrand Blier’s absurdist 1984 flick, Notre Histoire (BBC2), indoor bowls from Bournemouth (BBC1), and snooker from Northampton (LWT) in those four-channel days.

I didn’t have a telly in my room then, so it would have been a case of toast and a cuppa to keep me awake before my late-night armchair viewing, Stoker, Paul, Barry and Charlie brought to life in my mum and dad’s council house living room. Then at half one I’d have crept upstairs, just before the opening credits of The Edgar Wallace Mysteries.

I didn’t see it as a cinematic triumph back then, but certain scenes stayed with me, and I was quick to snap it up on its first DVD release in 2003, also loving Gary Crowley’s interview with Nod. And despite the desperate subject matter in places, I enjoy it more each time I revisit the film. Also, while I never had the soundtrack LP on vinyl, I had it taped from Alan’s copy, later buying the 2007 Salvo reissue, which still stands up to muster, I feel. As for the film, it’s every bit as iconic as the best UK rock ‘n’ roll films of that decade or any other, not least 1973’s That’ll Be the Day and 1979’s Quadrophenia.

Chris: ‘What was going on at the time was things like That’ll Be The Day, films with actors in that also included pop stars. David Essex was a musical theatre actor, and then they introduced Ringo Starr, Billy Fury, Keith Moon… just doing cameos. So for Flame to come along, a complete film with non-actors essentially, apart from the likes of Tom Conti and Alan Lake, was a huge thing to do – nobody else had done that. The Beatles just had their jumping up and down, running about, blah, blah, blah. Nobody else did anything like Flame. Go back to the Fifties and the rock ’n’ roll films were just that. But here you had non-actors taking the main roles.’

That’ll Be The Day was fairly dark as well.

Ian: ‘Yeah, and it was the same production company. They knew how to make a film.’

You also mention in the book Performance, chiefly because of Johnny Shannon’s hard man roles in both films, and that was another important film milestone, Mick Jagger playing a key role. That was something I saw for the first time around the same time as Flame, again on the box. And there are certainly correlations, not least that element of Get Carter type bleakness.

Chris: ‘There was also Led Zeppelin’s The Song Remains the Same in that era, a little later. I went to the pictures to see that, and it was the most boring film in the world, with 15-minute versions of something or other. The biggest band in the world, and they make this God-awful film, which nobody mentions… or they don’t seem to. That’s not a cult classic!’

Ian: ‘The thing with The Song Remains the Same, the music’s fabulous, but when you go poncing around in castles and climbing up cliff faces with druid outfits on, pop kids didn’t want that! And Peter Grant going round in his car pretending to be a gangster… If they’d done a straight concert film, that would have been perfect.’

Something else that strikes me and comes across in your book is that while glam rock was to some degree a rebirth of rock ‘n’ roll with spangly, sparkly clothes and make-up – I’m thinking of the likes of Mott the Hoople and Wizzard paying musical homage to those earlier days – it was perhaps a little early to reminisce about the Sixties. It was the Fifties being canonised elsewhere, We’d not long come out of that era, so maybe the premise of setting the film in the late Sixties backfired on Slade at the time.

Chris: ‘That was quite confusing. We knew it was supposed to be the late Sixties, but when you watch the film there’s nothing, really, that says, ‘this is 1968’ – nothing about the Apollo moon landings in the background, or anything like that. It could be any time. It could have been 1974. It could have been contemporary. Even the clothes weren’t particularly… Alan Lake in a velvet suit, that could have been 1970s.’

Yes, a very cabaret circuit / working men’s club look in his case. And talking of the look of the film, I’m pleased to see you gave valuable space in the book to Gered Mankowitz and Steve Megson. Because the look of the film is iconic.

Ian: ‘It is, and I like that they’ve managed on the remastered version to brighten it a bit, because everybody always said it’s a very dark film… literally. Too dark. But they’ve improved the picture quality, and I hope the BFI have managed that with what they’re doing. I imagine they’ll have made it absolutely pristine – the picture and the sound, which has never been good.’

I’m impressed with the pen pics of those involved, and not just the bigger names. And I enjoyed your interview with Tom Conti, although it struck me that you worked hard to get him to open up, prodding the memory banks.

Ian: ‘We planned our questions and put them in a logical order, but occasionally he went off on a bit of a tangent!’

True, but that’s how interviews tend to work.

Ian: ‘Yeah, and he said to us before we started, ‘I’m not going to be much use to you. I remember nothing about this. I was there but can hardly remember it.’ But he was great, and enthusiastic, and lovely to talk to. We asked about the BFI screening, and he said he’d been invited to the premiere, and told us he enjoyed our book, which was good. So, yeah, job well done there.’

It’s a fair assumption that making a movie was up there with cracking the US market for Slade, high on a list of priorities. Do you think that was mostly driven by Chas Chandler or the band?

Chris: ‘I’ve always thought they were following the {Brian} Epstein thing – have No.1s, make a film, do a stage thing – The Beatles did theirs, ’63-’64, basically a pantomime. They don’t talk about that often, but they were on stage somewhere in London for a couple of weeks, all dressed up. So there was a plan for Slade too – No.1 records, a No.1 album, then do a film, conquer America. Which they all did – Rolling Stones, everybody. But the American thing was a mistake, totally and utterly, and the film was a strange decision… but a good decision that they didn’t follow The Beatles with that idea of putting a show on or that sort of format. It’s a proper stand-alone film, and it’s not Help! or A Hard Day’s Night or That’ll Be the Day or Stardust.’

We get the impression – as Noddy has agreed – that if people wanted more of a biographical take on it all, they had to wait 20 years for Vic Reeves, Bob Mortimer, Pau Whitehouse and Mark Williams’ Slade in Residence for the BBC’s The Smell of Reeves and Mortimer.

Ian: ‘Ha!’

Chris: ‘Yes! But {as actors} they must have been very good, because we’ve all said this about Flame – there are no outtakes. Although I still think that pigeon was the greatest actor in it, because he crapped on Nod’s head the very first time. No retakes, no nothing. Fantastic! In any film, there would have been countless retakes. Chas must have been saying, ‘Right, that’s three quid we’ve spent, let the pigeon go!’

Yep, I never met Chas but fear he would have frightened me. Incidentally, I was surprised while researching Wild! Wild! Wild! To discover that the pigeon loft scene was filmed in Harlesden, North West London. Those look like iconic Northern shots to me, as many more were in the film.

Meanwhile, the introduction to your book steered me towards another rock ‘n’ roll movie of that era, Never Too Young To Rock, one I was far less aware of. And despite your less than rave review, I’m quite intrigued to see it. I watched the trailer and a promo video of the title track, that film starring various breakthrough mid-Seventies pop bands – from The Glitter Band to Mud.

Ian: ‘Never Too Young to Rock? I’m trying to remember it, confusing it with the dreadful Remember Me This Way. And all I remember of that is Gary Glitter smashing a coffee table up.’  

Chris: ‘Yeah, I can see it now – The Rubettes and all that.’

Dig out the YouTube clip, and there’s a six-minute piece featuring the entire musical ensemble, together for the finale. I quite enjoyed it, but maybe because I was reminded of my love of ‘Remember You’re a Womble’ and all that as an impressionable lad.

Ian: ‘Nothing wrong with the Wombles. I’ve got their albums up there {pointing behind him on our video call}.’

Quite right too. Back to Flame though, and it strikes me now as odd that the LP (November 29th 1974) was out six weeks before the film’s Northern premiere at the Pavilion Theatre in Newcastle-upon-Tyne (January 12th 1975), with that a month before the London one at the Metropole in Victoria (February 13th), and the Scottish film rollout another month after that.

Ian: ‘They did a lot before the London premiere. They went round the regions first.’

I was delving in a bit more, not least in light of my better half’s cousin – whose dad was a press photographer – seeing the film in Cardiff, meeting the band at a BBC Radio Wales promo event (April 17th), where Slade were interviewed by (gulp) Jimmy Savile’s brother, Vince. It seems the band didn’t stick around for the film, but in the following print editions there were quotes from the band enticing fans to return for April 21st’s Capitol Theatre show, that just one of many promo events for the film and the following tour over a long period.  

Chris: ‘Yes, they did the Glasgow one with the fire engine and all that, before the London one.’

Ian: ‘Glasgow was the one with the (horse-drawn) hearse.’

Chris: ‘There you go. So was London the one with the fire engine, where it was raining outside, the likes of The Sweet and everybody else inside, taking the mick out of them?’

It was, the guests also including Diana Dors with her husband, Alan Lake, who memorably portrayed Jack Daniels.

Returning to the music, I’m still in awe that Jim, who I felt privileged to chat to for an illuminating and open feature-interview in 2018 (linked here) was barely 13 when he wrote the bones of what became the film’s musical masterpiece, ‘How Does It Feel?’ I mean, we know what a fantastic musician he is, but that still impresses me. Genius.

Chris: ‘Yes, his family were musicians – his grandparents. I spoke to his mother about it, and she was absolutely appalled when he joined the ’N Betweens! God bless her. She told me ‘James’ was going to be a serious musician. He’d done all these exams and everything, then at the age of 16, he turns up {for the ’N Betweens audition}, gets the job. I’ve just had a text off him, by the way… he can just about use a phone!’

Marvellous. On a similar front, I assumed those iconic lines about the yellow lights down the Mississippi and all that on ‘Far, Far Away’ were down to Nod, as has often been repeated. Don Powell says it in this book too, while there’s a quote from a 2019 Louder Than Sound website interview in which Dave Hill also confirms that version. As you put it, ‘In the most widely heard version of how the song came to be, Noddy Holder was sat on the banks of the Mississippi with Chas Chandler and he has always said that he sang the first line of the song out loud, off the cuff. Chas stopped him from enjoying his drink and taking in the view, telling him he had the bare bones of a song, and to go and write the rest of the song down, before he forgot it. He would finish the song lyrics off, and, with Jim Lea adding a fantastic tune with some superb melodic touches, the group had yet another winner.’

However, you suggest there may be an alternative version of the truth, with this another song James Whild Lea lays claim to, Jim telling Planet Rock, also in 2019, ‘All I had was ‘I’ve seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi, I’ve seen the bridges of the world and they’re for real’, so I said, ‘Go away and write something wistful, Nod’. And what did he come back with? ‘I’ve had a red light off me wrist without me even getting kissed’. I said ‘Nod, do you think they’ll play that on the radio?’ He went ‘Yeah, no-one’ll know’. And he was right. I was being cerebral and philosophical and Noddy brought the laddishness. That’s why the songs worked.’ Help me, lads. I’m confused now.

Chris: ‘When we were 12 and 13, we understood they wrote everything jointly, but… well, it’ll be interesting to see what Jim actually says in his book.’

Indeed. Something else that Daryl Easlea is currently involved with, working with Jim on his official (auto)biography. And with regard to the Flame LP, as I understand it, it was put together in the studio rather than on the road, arguably a glimpse of what was to come, post-1983, in the later days of the band when they were no longer touring – Jim crafting the songs on his own largely, having a far bigger part in making the record than on previous occasions, maybe?

Ian: ‘Of the 10 songs on the LP, three of them have brass, and a lot is made of that. But basically, it’s only ‘How Does It Feel?’ that is such a departure – it’s symphonic in parts, orchestral in parts. Apart from that, the album is almost pretty much a regular Slade album.’

As it turns out, one of the New Victoria Theatre shows in London was recorded for posterity, and both of you got to dates on that tour, not long before they headed to America.

Ian: ‘I saw them at Belle Vue in Manchester. They came out later for photographs, taken with all the trashed seats. We’d gone by then. I won’t pretend I can remember all the set. The thing for me, my overall impression, was, ‘Jesus, they were loud!’ That was my first, and it was everything I wanted them to be. They were fabulous. The Radio One show after that, the Insight thing, was marvellous. And the New Victoria Theatre gig was great, a lovely thing to have. It’s about time it came out.’

In fact, this scribe returned to that recording while putting finishing touches to this feature. Meanwhile, Ian writes in more depth on that landmark Belle Vue appearance in Wild! Wild! Wild!, a taster of which featured in my most recent Slade-related feature on these pages, linked here. And how about Chris (who first caught them live 55 years ago – in January 1970 at a Walsall  community centre, as also recorded in my Slade book)?

‘It’d either be Birmingham or Wolverhampton. I saw them on every tour up until they finished. People will say, ‘I saw them 390 times’ and all that, but I saw them two or three times before ‘Get Down and Get With It’ got into the charts – community centres, baths, all that sort of thing. I love that all these people took the time to make notes of the setlists, take photographs, all that. But when I was old enough, I was off my head – I didn’t have a clue about the set! I was there, I enjoyed it, then had to get back home from wherever it was. That’s all I was worried about!’

Our web link dropped out at that point, so I didn’t get the chance to quiz Chris and Ian on last year’s novella, Whatever Happened to Flame? Based on the band Slade memorably played in the iconic 1975 film, the pair continue the story in a ‘fan fiction creation’ that makes for a lovely little read that makes you think exactly where the story may have gone from there. Unfortunately, if you didn’t get a copy, it was a limited-edition publication, so you may have to wait for the film rights to be sold and Slade in Flame 2 to go into production.

They are however working on a further edition of The Noize, and as Ian put it when we caught up this week, this one’s ‘the final version, out later this year’ and ‘will be spilt into two volumes, so that we can fit the kitchen sink in each one.’ Splendid. Can’t wait.

Shelf Life: Slade in Flame, never knowingly out of fashion with this scribe (Photo: WriteWyattUK)

Slade in Flame at 50 is available to purchase now, with more details via Chris and Ian’s website and the Facebook and Instagram links for Noize Books and Recordings.

That also remains the case for Wild! Wild! Wild! A People’s History of Slade, on sale via Manchester-based publisher Spenwood Books via this link.

And for details of the remaining UK screening and event dates relating to the BFI-remastered cut of Slade in Flame, head here.

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The Undertones – Exeter Phoenix

I’ve said it before, but any day of the week’s When Saturday Comes if you’re catching The Undertones live. And these days it’s far more likely to be the case anyway, most of their live outings involving weekend jaunts up and down the country or on the Continent.

In this case my Love Parade Date Night arrived on the back of the band’s Friday night return to Cardiff’s Tramshed, Derry’s Finest Five having headed across the Severn estuary and made for South Devon to play a tidy venue in front of a sell-out crowd. The impressive Exeter Phoenix, tucked behind Queen Street, started life as a university building in 1909, surviving (just about) two world wars and even seeing service as a military hospital (with more about that history here), finally becoming a live venue in 1999… the year The Undertones had their own ‘from the ashes’ moment.

And there on Gandy Street I found brothers Damian and John O’Neill on fine form on the wings, playing a blinder while Billy Doherty and Mickey Bradley set a no-nonsense pace. I got the impression that Billy mischievously sped things up from time to time to keep them on their (heavy) mettle, but all of them remained resolutely in step to keep up a blistering tempo, with no hint of offside flags from errant linesmen, the clarity in those guitars (kudos to those mixing the sound) somewhat special.

It would all still crumble, of course, if Paul McLoone wasn’t up to the task, his antecedent Feargal Sharkey having set the bar extremely high. But while the ’Tones lead singer continues to act the maverick young frontman (younger than the others, anyway), finding plenty of opportunities for showboating, he remains on point, far more than just half of a double-act of ready wit and sharp banter alongside Mickey that always provides something to savour.

I think we’re beyond setlists now, right? There will always be songs we feel deserve outings that are missed out, but packing it all into an hour and a half or so means something must give, and the material they deliver – around 30-plus songs, perfectly executed, irrespective of that downplaying/understating of their own abilities and talents, and isn’t that attitude a breath of fresh air compared to some out there? – always impresses and has the power to take us back to our respective youths. Furthermore, I feel we’re seeing far younger converts in the crowd these days, many of whom probably first came along primarily to laugh/marvel (delete where applicable) at their old folks’ dancing or just to indulge their obsession… but stuck around, soon catching on.

Talking of youths, at one point Paul and Mickey latched on to a couple of lads out front, telling them they looked like they were in a band… and if they weren’t, they should be. As Mickey put it, gesturing towards himself and his bass guitar, ‘How hard can it be?’ Having ascertained they did in fact play, they asked the lads their band name, and while I couldn’t quite hear the response, I like to think they were, as it sounded, The Undecided – a grand name for a possible future support act.

Content-wise, we got a fairly typical array of hits and more, the band striding through cuts from all six LPs over two incarnations, with more than a smattering of the added extras we love. And the finest moment for me? ‘You’re Welcome’, positively awe-inspiring. Some 44 years beyond Positive Touch, I reckon I can truly hear what I’m guessing John initially wanted to convey there.

I won’t be the only one who’s heard ‘Teenage Kicks’ much too much for it to affect me the same way, but I’ve not tired of the other tracks from that EP, two of which featured on the night, that early material and belters like ‘Male Model’ perfect tributes to David Johansen, the last of the original New York Dolls, lost to the world in late February. Add that to the fact that no original Ramones remain among us, and this year alone we’ve also lost Pere Ubu’s David Thomas, Blondie’s Clem Burke, The Damned’s Brian James, and The Jam’s Rick Buckler, and I’m all the more thankful for what we still have… and The Undertones’ retention of their punk rock energy.

On that note, when the main set ended, Billy was the last to slip away. I’m not convinced he wasn’t heading the Wrong Way to get backstage – a Spinal Tap moment – but as he reached centre stage, he clutched his fist to that thankfully rewired heart in appreciation of the love crowd on a sell-out West Country evening. It was a poignant occasion too, the band with a heartfelt dedication to lost Devonian fan Roger Hawke, his family there to mark the occasion in his memory. And it was the first Undertones show I’ve been to where I wouldn’t get to swap notes after the event with Vinny Cunningham, the Derry City super-fan, Undertones diehard, dedicated family man and talented film-maker behind so much of the band’s recorded screen product since the 1999 rebirth.

I reckon in the 20 times I’ve caught The Undertones live across 44 years (16 of those involving the Mk. II lineup in the last quarter-century), I hear something fresh on each occasion. And as long as that’s the case, I’ll keep on attending, quality nights always guaranteed from these stalwart geniuses of punk rock pop.

What also jumps out at me (increasingly so) about the 21st Century ’Tones is their sonic nod to the UK glam scene that was always part of the band’s DNA, songs like ‘Hard Luck’ and ‘Top Twenty’ great examples aired on the night. Then, similarly, there’s that in-built love of the Sixties US underground, as heard on ‘The Love Parade’ and ‘When Saturday Comes’. And above all else there’s that ear and heart for perfect pop, with ‘Tearproof’, ‘Wednesday Week’ and simple wee tunes like ‘Really Really’ among this night’s prime examples.

They’ve never stood still, later era additions like ‘Thrill Me’ and ‘Dig Yourself Deep’ arguably now as essential as ‘Hypnotised’, ‘You Got My Number (Why Don’t You Use It!)’ and ‘Get Over You’. But the edginess remains, and while I’m not sure if it was just the heat getting to those guitars, I could hear (admittedly unexpected) echoes of the drone of early That Petrol Emotion live highlight ‘V2’ on ‘I Know a Girl’, of all songs. Maybe that’s just my aural wiring, mind.

Talking of heat, ‘Here Comes the Summer’ was suitably special on an evening when I reckon the fish were jumping in the Exe and a few wired locals in the park by the castle were certainly high. In fact, you could almost taste the hot bods in the throng, my tired dancing feet at least fireproof as I headed down the steps an hour or so later, back towards my car across town.

The five of them soon returned, a three-number send-off ending rather inevitably with ‘My Perfect Cousin’, that punk pop classic having started its three-week UK Top Twenty tenure 45 years ago this week, yet still as fresh as ever all these years on… just like the band.

A post-match pint in the bar followed with members of the fellow faithful – in this case the Taunton Twosome, one of whom was already fired up about the next date, with Sunday another Bath night for band and fans alike. I’d be back in West Cornwall by then though, and while I never take the possibility of further sightings for granted, I’m already looking forward to my next jolly boys and girls Undertones outing.

With extra thanks to Graham Perowne for the photographs. You’ll find plenty more of Papa Smurf’s splendid live music work via Facebook and Instagram.

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