Transformer - Lou Reed

For reasons which are difficult to fathom accurately, I had until relatively recently steered clear from examining in detail the solo career of Lou Reed. Maybe I thought that the subject matter of the songs would not be to my taste. 

Anyway, having opened my eyes (and ears) to other so-called alternative quarters of the musical universe, Transformer and other Reed solo LPs entered my consciousness. I am resoundingly glad that I felt ready to make that leap.

On first impressions, Transformer felt more meaty and guitar-heavy than The Velvet Underground. However, as has become customary for music people to emphasize, Lou Reed is primarily a tunesmith. These songs have an infectious and invigorating quality about them. Some of the energy and accessibility of the album may be attributed to the involvement in the project of David Bowie and Mick Ronson, as producers and musicians, The tunes are compact and tastefully captured. It may well be true that the material lacks the provocative and "subversive" flavour of the Velvets' greatest output. However, the tracks here are generally likeable and catchy - 'Vicious', 'Andy's Chest' and 'Hangin' Round', for instance.  They have also hidden depths and fascinations.

'Perfect Day' was hitherto a song which I rather loathed, considering it vacuous and overblown, but it now inspires my admiration and affection. I "get" the sentiments now, probably because I am older (or wiser?). 'Walk On The Wild Side' has undergone a similar transformation (pardon the pun) in my estimations, but for different reasons. I had tended to regard it as a novelty song, almost. The other famous number on the record, 'Satellite Of Love', has an elusively absorbing quality, in keeping with much of what surrounds it.

If Transformer ever appears in danger of growing too cosy or bland, then Mick Ronson's incisive and adroit guitar contributions serve to lift it. I also detected, vaguely, the influence of Bowie's Hunky Dory period here and there. All these elements assist in ensuring that the record retains its validity as an artistic endeavour worthy of exploration and respect.

A word too for 'Goodnight Ladies', a whimsical offering which has a strong 1920s Berlin ambience, and which adds welcome variety and humour.  A great and vibrant way to close. 

As for Reed's reputation as one of the godfathers of punk, it may be more visible and discernible on other records, but certainly the short and simple arrangements and riffs must have struck a chord with some aspiring musicians. 

So, not as challenging as other works involving Lou Reed, but a tight and coherent set of entertaining and sometimes intriguing pieces, competently produced and performed. It has been widely influential, and it still sounds urgent and energetic. The type of album which demands attention, and which draws the listener back repeatedly, despite its minor shortcomings.

Time - Electric Light Orchestra

 It is always an intriguing and revealing process to re-evaluate the output of a particular group or artist, and come to recognise that one's opinion of said discography has shifted. I myself have gone through such a series of instructive revelations and discoveries with regard to the work of the Electric Light Orchestra.

In years past I generally 'ran with the crowd', the crowd being the masses, and deemed their work in the period 1976-1979 to be the strongest and the most appealing which they had managed. However, my assessment nowadays would be that they started off with some excellent, rich but unfocused and slightly flawed albums, then polished and refined the sound in the years 1973-1975, before the music gradually grew too 'slick' and over-produced; although it was difficult to find fault with the pop craftsmanship and the tunefulness of Jeff Lynne's compositions.

My new appraisal of ELO's oeuvre was in all likelihood of my broadened cultural horizons and philosophical outlook, and a new emphasis on modernistic and progressive currents. Harder edges and diminished sentimentality assumed a greater importance.

Which brings us to Time, the excellent and cohesive record which Electric Light Orchestra released in the year 1981. Though it was probably not acknowledged or recognised at the time, the group was reborn and revitalized with this LP (if only temporarily, as it turned out).

Gone were the 'syrupy' string arrangements, more reliance being placed on keyboards and new technology. I gather there is some orchestration, but it is much less conspicuous, much less ostentatious, and to my ears almost indistinguishable from the keyboards, in the main.

 There is something of the concept album here, with common themes of science-fiction, space exploration, futurology and other aspects of 'modernity'. To add to the potent mixture, Jeff Lynne seems fully engaged and motivated here, imbuing Time with a certain vigour and air of commitment.

The changes in the 'format' of the band evidently freshened things up, and the album exudes a more contemporary feel, ELO becoming a combo more in keeping with the brave new decade.

Of the tracks,  'Twilight' is an invigorating first salvo (if we disregard the 'Prologue'), exuding real intent, and illustrating many of this record's sonic hallmarks, showcasing an electronic 'dryness'. The listener can really gauge the renewed urgency and zeal within the musicians. 

'Ticket To The Moon' has grown in stature down the years, and to my mind it builds on some of the foundations established by a couple of the sophisticated but less heralded tracks on A New World Record. The atmosphere is engineered quite adeptly, to draw you in.

Of all the tracks, 'Here Is The News' is one of those which exemplifies both the musical and thematic patterns which Time weaves. It does not look out of place when set against some of the music being purveyed by younger, more 'hip' bands in the early 1980s. '21st Century Man' and 'Rain Is Falling' are other highlights, exhibiting many Beatlesque leanings.

The main single from the album, 'Hold On Tight', is an infectious and compact effort which sees Jeff Lynne returning unmistakably to his rock n roll roots. Despite the quality of the melody and the studio implementation of the song, it does in truth sound rather out of place in the folds of this collection.

So Time was something of a new dawn for ELO, but it proved to be a false dawn. Subsequent projects prior to the group's mid-80s disbandment were relatively tired and uninspired.  Basically Time appeals and endures because of its freshness and its brightness, and the prevalence of ideas and enthusiasm.

Aladdin Sane - David Bowie

 When considering the David Bowie discography, I would say that his 1973 album Aladdin Sane occupies a curious place, and fulfils a rather nebulous role. It sometimes might seem that the record is a token gesture, an afterthought in the wake of the spectacular '...Ziggy Stardust....' project which came before it. Indeed, such evaluations had until comparatively recently instilled in me a tendency to ignore the work. The better-known numbers were familiar to me, of course, as were snippets of the less prominent tracks.

It was whilst on a lengthy car journey (as a passenger) a few years ago that the sheer effervescence and excellence of Aladdin Sane was truly brought home to me. The CD was playing on the car stereo, and although the road noise and other extraneous distractions conspired to make the listening experience less than ideal, I was left enthused, and eager to explore the work more at my leisure.

The 'Ziggy Stardust' album is regularly held up, along with a couple of other releases from around the same time, as one of the primary monuments of British glam rock. This assessment is difficult to contradict, but I would also contend that Aladdin Sane exudes a consummately 'glam rock' sensibility in large measures.  This stems in part from what I would term the 'sleazy decadence' of much of the sound, and the extravagant, almost exaggerated production values of some of the tracks are in line with other landmark 'glam' records of the early 70s. Add the 'avant-garde' trappings, which many have drawn attention to, and you have an invigorating spectacle, which does not feel contrived or self-conscious. The music has many dark and mysterious corners and departures to examine, imbuing it with a peculiar personality and force.

To me, the influence of contemporary American rock music can be keenly felt on the album; I am thinking of songs like 'Watch That Man' and 'Panic In Detroit'. which exhibit harder edges and are less buttoned-down and contained. On closer inspection, these tendencies predominate on a goodly portion of the record, and the presence of 'The Jean Genie' only underlines and reinforces this point, but somehow they linger less in my memory and my psyche than do other elements or affectations, and therein lies my perception of the record.

Some of the material, including the title track, has an unsettling atmosphere, perhaps reflective of the tense and uncertain social and economic climate of the times. What unites the compositions though is their air of confidence and self-assurance on the part of the artist, as if he rather revels in, and thrives on, instability and foreboding.

Although this record sees Bowie engaging in some experimentation, and hinting at the direction his music would take in the mid-Seventies, one or two of the songs would not sound out of place on previous LPs, notably 'Drive-In Saturday'. 

'Cracked Actor' is, I would estimate, a case of the two 'schools', the rock and the art-rock, coalescing, but the pugnacious narrowly wins out in the end. 'Time' on the other hand sees the Bowie of 1971/72 assuming new goggles, taking the 'template' into fresh territory, growing, expanding.

'The Prettiest Star' is another track which embraces the flavour of all of Bowie's classic 71-73 studio albums, highlighting traits which we might associate with them all. When joined together, they help to assign Aladdin Sane its identity and its aura. The essential sound of '73, perhaps?

A word must also be reserved here to draw attention to Mick Ronson's crunchy and pleasing guitar work throughout, a motif and a recurring delight. It has been said before, but those guitar parts add a new dimension, standing out even amongst the genius of Bowie.

Arriving last on the original album, but for me constituting the centrepiece of the album, is 'Lady Grinning Soul'. Its slinky 'out of time' spirit and its menacing inventiveness are a reminder of what, in qualitative terms, the collection is really all about. 

So there you have it. One of Bowie's greatest achievements, but also one of his most 'deceptive' and awkward to pin down. Essential listening for a full, if complicated, understanding of what Bowie meant in '73, where the world and culture were in '73, and for some tantalising hints of where Bowie might have been heading in the years ahead.

Muhammad Ali - His Life and Times - Thomas Hauser

 This was one of several enticing books which had been languishing on my bookshelves, waiting for that opportune moment when it would receive my rapt and undivided attention and interest.

The edition of this book which I had access to was published in 1997, so it obviously does not cover the closing period of Ali's life, but I found it to be an illuminating and interesting read, which equipped me with a greater understanding of Ali the man, as opposed to Ali the legend or the myth.

Much of the text takes the form of quotations, and extracts from interviews with, various figures who knew Ali or came into contact with him. At times it occurred to me that the work relied too much on this material, and would have welcomed additional direct interpretation and subjective analysis from the writer himself, but at the same time the reminiscences of a diverse group of observers serves to deliver a balanced and rounded view of Ali the person and the boxer. 

If I was to venture another criticism it would be that the coverage of Ali's early boxing career (his amateur days) is a touch thin. My perception was that the story moved somewhat hastily to him winning an Olympic gold and then initiating his professional career.

The turbulent and pivotal period of 1964-1970 is well covered, and here the recollections of people is invaluable, as it assists in understanding what an intricate position Ali found himself in. This was the section of the biography which I personally learned the most from, about Ali himself and also the social and cultural backdrop against which he operated.

As the book wore on, any minor reservations on my part gradually diminished, and the chapters chronicling the major boxing contests of the 1970s were nothing less than gripping and entertaining. There is a genuine sense of "time" and "occasion" in these passages, and it mattered little to me that some events are seemingly dismissed with little commentary. What mattered to me was the overall effect and what I discovered about that stage of his life and his boxing journey.

The information imparted about the business and promotional sides of boxing were also intriguing, eye-opening even. Life was indeed simpler, more informal and more "off the cuff" in those days.

As well as serving as an engrossing account of Muhammad Ali's life up to that point, the anecdotes, reflections and prose act as evocative portraits of the changing times, shifting attitudes, changing values and new forces.

The author and the contributors do manages to bring across the nobility and allure of boxing, as well as its occasional cruelty and destructiveness. I was fascinated by the chapters which examined the decline in Ali's career (the years 1976-1981), and this does not always make for comfortable reading. It is disconcerting to read about the fears for the boxer's physical wellbeing, and how long the situation was allowed to persist.

This biography quite bubbles and soars towards its conclusion. It pulls few punches, if you will pardon the pun. Aided by candid and honest opinions from some, it offers a clear insight and depiction of who the real Ali was, his journey in life, how he changed, and in what senses he remained the same, his flaws and his greatest genuine qualities. Also, what made him unique as a boxer and as a sportsperson.

The Orion Loop - Soviet science fiction film (1981)

As part of my exploration of Soviet (and Eastern Bloc) cinema, and more specifically science fiction from those territories, I recently watched The Orion Loop, a 1981 Soviet science fiction movie.

Like many science fiction films from the USSR, The Orion Loop deals with the question of extra-terrestrial life and the potential for its contact with Earth and humans. The plot centres on Earth's efforts to investigation a strong radiation source which has been affecting other spaceships on the edge of the Solar System. The ship which is dispatched on this mission is crewed by a mixture of people and their android 'doubles'. Crew members receive 'visitations' from holograms, which seem to be emissaries from an ancient alien civilization. Some of this activity turns out to be connected to a 'galactic virus' which might affect Earth.

In common with many science fiction works generally (and not just the ones produced in the Communist world), this picture examines some Big Subjects, such as man's attitudes to science, reason, and progress.  International solidarity and co-operation are also shown in a positive light. However, the story (the screenplay was co-written by the famous cosmonaut Alexei Leonov) is quite multi-layered.

One of the central themes of The Orion Loop is how humanity should engage with aliens, and how we should give them a chance and regard their intentions as benign, benevolent and constructive. If we give harmony and conciliation a chance to develop, positive consequences may well ensue. Of course, we may infer that these topics were being employed, at least in part, as a metaphor for how the different peoples of Earth should relate to each other.

Part of the sub-text is that we often mis-read or misunderstand what genuinely threatens our well-being or security, suggesting that we devote excessive resources to tackling 'imagined' threats, when something less obvious or less immediately emotive represents a much more insidious danger. We should stop and ask ourselves what is the real reason behind phenomena which we think are inherently hostile, and we should trust people and Nature more. I interpreted the holograms as being a reference to the desirability of learning from history.

That the crew members of the Soviet spaceship have android doubles allows some exploration of 'humans versus machines' issues, with the insinuation that in certain circumstances human creativity and problem-solving and decision-making capabilities would win out. On the whole, however, I don't think that the film makes as much use of the androids as it could have done. The holograms are very well done, though.

It is interesting that the cybernetician is to some extent cast as the villain, and the irrational one. Perhaps the message is that Mankind's fate is in its own hands?

This one is similar in format and style to other sci-fi movies from the USSR, but this is the early 1980s, so it is more polished technically and contemporary looking, although the special effects and production values are nothing exceptional for the period. 

Maybe I am being my usual over-analytical self, but the 'internationalism' angle of these films intrigues me. Here, as elsewhere, it seems to me that the Soviet Union is portrayed as taking the lead and the initiative for the benefit and welfare of mankind.

In a broader sense the film is observing that there are things about the human mind, and the universe, which we still do not fully understand. We must keep working, methodically and rationally, to unlock and harness the universe's secrets.

I would say that The Orion Loop is a movie which is both enjoyable and cerebral. 

Animals - Pink Floyd

Following on from my review of Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here album, it seemed logical to more closely examine the record which succeeded it, titled Animals.

Traditionally Animals had largely escaped my close attention.  I invariably skipped over it whilst navigating their catalogue, moving directly from Wish You Were Here to The Wall.  It seemed a bit of an anomaly, a fly in the ointment, and even the record's title and artwork may have acted as deterring factors for me.

More recently, however, I have grown significantly more receptive to the album's tone and its philosophical angles. My own world-view has moved on, becoming more radical and left-leaning, more conscious of the societal forces and dynamics portrayed and critiqued here. Anyway, I quickly discovered that Animals was in fact less antagonistic and 'threatening' than I had previously imagined. It is still though a powerful and impactful work, both musically and lyrically.

One of the striking features of Animals is the direct, almost rhythmic, hypnotic character of the sound. The music comes across, to me at least, as less contrived and ponderous than some of their other work, and it complements the less cryptic nature of the words, whilst also holding the interest. These characteristics are heard in the album's first major piece, 'Dogs'. This song sets the tone for what follows. David Gilmour is on stellar form on lead guitar, and the backing formed by the rhythm section and the keyboards is vibrant and engrossing. 'Pigs (Three Different Ones)' operates in a similar vein.

In some quarters I have heard it stated that the Floyd's lyrical approach here and elsewhere smacks of 'overkill', and that in some sense the 'grandiosity' and stridency might actually dull or obscure the effect of the message, turning people off.  One's attitude to this I think depends on the listener's personal preferences. It does make a change for a band, especially a prog-rock band, to adopt direct, 'harsh' methods, and the album would not be half as memorable or enduring if it had been compromised by a dilution of the passion and vigour.

What I would say is that some of the lyrics might feel corny or trite to modern ears and eyes; some might compare them to the sort of over-earnest things that could have been written by an excitable and idealistic teenager. That doesn't mean that they lack relevance or strength, and arguably it helps if the listener concentrates on ascertaining the broader meaning behind the words rather than according great credence to the literary merits or sincerity of the lyrics themselves.

'Sheep' is the musical and poetic centrepiece of the LP.  It has a deeply impressive fluency and self-assurance which imbue it with genuine authority. The propulsive bass and the evocative electric piano part are two of the potent ingredients which form a formidable whole. This song is a major reason why I view Animals as signalling the way into the future, both musically and philosophically, rather than harking back to past statements. The production and overall effect feel more 1980s than 1970s. Even by the standards of Pink Floyd, these recordings seemed to represent a departure from a comfort zone, a reaching for liberation.

This album does not exude the sonic diversity of other Floyd works, but the very narrowness and concentrated focus of its anger and its gaze are what contribute to its authenticity and its ability to unsettle and foster contemplation. It must also be mentioned that the concerns and grievances expressed here remain as pertinent and crucial as ever, if not more so. The allusions and metaphors employed on Animals are pointed and unapologetic, and for these reasons it is probably the Floyd album which I would most like to reach the ears of younger people today. 

Looking Backward - 2000-1887 - Edward Bellamy

In recent times, my interest has been increasingly focused on how society can be made more just and equitable, whilst still retaining its dynamism and promoting human flourishing and progress. 'Utopian' literature has formed part of my studies in this area. 

The novel 'Looking Backward - 2000-1887', by Edward Bellamy, was first published in 1888. A man in Boston, Massachusetts is placed into a hypnosis-induced trance or sleep, and wakes up in the year 2000, to find that the world has become a socialist utopia, with the means of production nationalised and money effectively abolished. He is given tours of this new utopia by the family which is playing host to him. There is an interesting 'twist' to the plot near the end which adds a touch of romance alongside philosophical heart of the novel. 

In some respects the work bears similarities to 'News From Nowhere' by William Morris, although their respective utopias differ quite markedly. I found 'Looking Backward' to be more substantial, and less of a 'fairytale', than Morris' effort. That said, I would question how a society can be so profoundly transformed in such a relatively short period of time, apparently without much in the way of resistance, and how the 'virtue' of its citizens can be so uniformly purified. In addition, there is the standard lingering question of how things would function with less emphasis placed on 'incentives' and 'competition'.

Of course, some areas of the story can seem dated, because of the time when the book was created, and the attitudes and theories which were fashionable then do not necessarily translate that smoothly or plausibly for twenty-first century consumption. The solutions which are detailed in 'Looking Backward....' do not always correspond to currently 'fashionable' proposals, and might even seem authoritarian or 'dystopian', and what is envisaged might appear excessively regimented.

In the novel, the apologists for the new system are a bit too certain of their own righteousness for my tastes. Having said that, for a utopian novel this is quite a decent read from a literary viewpoint, even if some might contend that the work served to a large degree as little more than a 'platform' or a vehicle for Edward Bellamy's political and philosophical ideas.

Aretha Franklin - The Queen Of Soul Box Set

There are certain cultural "artefacts" in which I seek refuge from time to time, works or collections in which I seek solace, comfort or reassurance that beauty and imagination can still be found. One such item is the Aretha Franklin box-set The Queen Of Soul (it was previously released under a different title).

This collection essentially documents the time during which Aretha recorded for Atlantic, in other words her time of greatest critical acclaim, creativity and commercial success. The period covered is approximately from 1967 through to the mid-1970s.

When I first listened to this release I was immediately struck by the relentless excellence and quality, and was assailed by a renewed, and most welcome, appreciation of Aretha's talents and artistry. There is hardly a weak track, or a substandard performance, throughout the four discs which make up The Queen Of Soul.

Taking in her halcyon period in such concentrated form led me to appraise the reasons for her status and her reputation. Perhaps the best way in which I can express or articulate this is to stress her interpretative skills - each syllable of every word almost feels like a major event in itself, such is her ability to encapsulate and convey emotion. Some of the credit no doubt goes in some instances to the producers and/or arrangers, but I would estimate that it is mainly Aretha's uncanny sensitivity and savvy which lies at the heart of the appeal of these recordings.

I will avoid discussing some of Aretha's most famous hit recordings, partly because in some cases they are burdened by over-familiarity, or do not show off her capabilities to their fullest or truest extent. They tend to be promoted and pushed by media types who are excessively worried about how they themselves are perceived, and as a result some of her more dazzling and affecting performances possibly remain comparatively unrecognised by the wider public.

Her version of "Bridge Over Troubled Water" is one of the highlights here, a spine-tingling rendition which appears to accomplish the kind of mood and power which Simon and Garfunkel themselves might have intended. Just check out the electric piano part near the beginning of the song.

Another stand-out item is "Ain't No Way". Probably not the strongest song Aretha ever committed to tape, but her phrasing and her vocal flexibility elevate it to another level, and it remains one of the most outstanding showcases for her unique talent. "You're All I Need To Get By" works in a similar vein as far as I am concerned, although in that case the singer starts out with more promising raw material.

I could go one, but rather than attempt to articulate this compilation's manifold virtues, the best advice would be listen to it, and enjoy.

Bob Dylan at 80

As Bob Dylan reaches his 80th birthday, I feel it appropriate to commit a few words to blog form about the great man, his influence and his achievements.

My respect for Dylan's artistry and genius has only continued to flourish in recent years, as I have acquired a deeper and broader understanding of his music, its reach and its effects. I would go so far as to say that Dylan's impact on Western culture is comparable to such figures as William Shakespeare and Johann Sebastian Bach.

He gave rock, and by extension pop, music a literate, poetic voice, and practically invented the modern concept of the 'singer-songwriter', an idea which still plays a major role in today's music, albeit in diluted and shallower form. Many 21st century artists owe a major debt to Dylan's pioneering efforts, even if they don't appreciate it themselves.

In his influence on his contemporaries, notably The Beatles, Dylan helped to shape the creation of modern rock music as a credible art form which was deemed worthy of respect, study and analysis in intellectual and high-brow cultural circles.

Although critical favour tends to focus primarily on his mid-1960s work, and his mid-70s resurgence, I think that a wider exploration of his oeuvre is desirable when appraising his talent and scope. There was the outbreak of prolific song-writing in 1967/68, and his role in shifting the musical focus away from psychedelia and back towards simpler modes of expression and storytelling. 

Of course, there was also his courage in 1965/66 in 'going electric' and fusing folk, blues and rock music to create something genuinely intoxicating and vibrant. Those three albums, 'Bringing It All Back Home', 'Highway 61 Revisited' and 'Blonde on Blonde', represent one of the most dazzling and assured outbursts of brilliance and expressiveness ever essayed by a recording artist. 

Dylan was often unpredictable, sometimes downright contrary, but he is a symbol of something extraordinary, a world in which humanity can rise above the mediocre and see in itself something progressive and adventurous. All people who call themselves music lovers should immerse themselves in the work of Bob Dylan. 

Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd

 As far as Pink Floyd albums go, Wish You Were Here is different from the other albums which surround it in their catalogue, but they were all in their own ways expressing a disillusionment with the zeitgeist, the way the world, in particular the business world, and more specifically in this case the music industry, were developing during the 1970s.  The idea of a 'tribute' to the departed Syd Barrett was also a good vehicle for projecting discontent about the power structures which underpinned and sustained "the system".  Was what happened to Syd merely a symptom of a more profound malaise afflicting Western civilization, his fate a microcosm of what our society does to so many?

Musically I think that Wish You Were Here treads a fine line between sublime confidence and self-assurance, and charges of appearing contrived and over-bearing.  On balance, I think they remained on the 'correct' side of the line, and the resultant record is thoroughly fresh, credible and vital. The messages and themes which it explores remain firmly relevant to twenty-first century audiences.  In some ways Floyd were prescient in their estimation of the forces which oppress and manipulate us. If people were listening to the message, they didn't act on it, or heed it with sufficient vigour or honesty.

One thing which occurs to me is that of Floyd's momentous sequence of albums, spanning the period 1973 until 1979, two of them (Wish You Were Here and Animals) are what I would call "modernist" or "post-modernist'.  The Wall, for all its supposedly uncompromising force, is in places quite traditional, retro even, in musical terms. The Dark Side Of The Moon is a concept album, and I feel that it lacks the hard edges and driven anger of the two studio sets which followed it.

Of course the work is 'bookended' by the two sections which make up the epic 'Shine On You Crazy Diamond', the first part's more conventional structure and tempo contrasting with the more chaotic and free-form nature of the closing 'reprise'. Despite their length, both sections maintain the interest due to the excellence and vitality of the instrumentalists' playing, and the arrangements are cleverly put together. The lyrics of the song, and the passion and sincerity of the singing, also serve to carry it along. In a feature which is characteristic of much of the album, the sound retains an organic hue, partly due to the use of 'non-electronic' instruments (acoustic piano, organ, saxophone etc), and partly because of David Gilmour's expressive, blues-inflected guitar work.

'Welcome To The Machine' harks back in some respects to The Dark Side Of The Moon, with its portentous, effects-laden opening, but soon develops a life of its own. A track which is perhaps ahead of its time, and although some might be tempted to deride it as 'Pink Floyd by numbers', the drama and grandeur of the musical backdrops and the undeniable validity and importance of the sentiments expounded here make it a compelling and gripping musical spectacle. The music, the words and the vocals combine to paint an unsettling and, one would hope, thought-provoking picture.

With its 'funkiness' and general mien , 'Have A Cigar' anticipates some of the material to be found on the later Animals LP. Another sardonic take on the absurdities and "evils" of the music industry, I don't find it as interesting or as inspiring as the other numbers on the album, and it never really goes anywhere, exuding a rather airless lethargy. OK, the song's subject matter is crucial and central to the album's 'concept', but I think people who eulogise about the song are indulging in some wishful thinking.

If 'Have A Cigar' is comparatively turgid, then the title track is a refreshingly uplifting and invigorating, the poignant lyrics notwithstanding. The sincerity and heart-felt nature of the song comes shining through. Again, the utilization of 'ordinary' instruments, such as acoustic guitars, mixed with some tasteful synthesizer work, means that the component parts have space to breathe and thrive, and something rather marvellous is what emerges.

One of the elements which comes across loud and clear to me is that this is an album which has conviction and polish. The Dark Side Of The Moon examined some Big Ideas, but its general impact was to some degree ameliorated by its format, in that many of the songs were almost vignettes. Wish You Were Here is less cryptic or abstract in its approach; the social critique is more channelled and the tone is harsher, more bitter and angry.  The group deserved credit for showing the courage and assertiveness to persist with this project, and their determination and belief is crystal clear in the quality and the cohesiveness of the finished work.

I would even go so far as to say that Wish You Were Here is the point at which Pink Floyd came into their own, and found their real voice. This "voice" only really remained vibrant and consistently intense for another two studio albums after this, but what a legacy was left behind. 

Wish You Were Here remains compelling and important.

A Dream Come True (1963 Soviet science fiction film)

Continuing my exploration of classic Soviet science-fiction movies, I come to 'A Dream Come True', also known as 'Toward Meeting a Dream' (original title:- Mechte navstrechu), which was originally released in 1963. The film was directed by Mikhail Karyukov and Otar Koberidze.

The premise of the story is reasonably straightforward. A spaceship from a distant planet, journeying towards Earth, encounters difficulties and consequently lands on the planet Mars. The authorities on Earth dispatch spacecraft to render assistance and establish contact.

Although the plot is not that innovative, and in places it flirts with corniness, I found it to be quite an affecting picture. Visually it is lavish, and in its relative slickness it does not necessarily conform to our expectations of science fiction movies from that era. The impression is that the budget was above-average for this type of project, and this is reinforced by the quality of the 'special effects'. There is also some highly effective electronic music, courtesy of Eduard Artemyev.

The 'script' and the narrative explore the standard themes from Soviet films from this genre - faith in science and human progress, peace and international solidarity.  As is often the case, Space is employed as a metaphor for events on Earth. 

If there is an underlying message or philosophical conclusion from the story, it is perhaps one of sacrifice for the greater good, and for the sake of knowledge and progress. Also, that we should not assume the hostile or malign intentions of the inhabitants of other planets. I interpreted the level of political moralizing to be comparatively mild and subtle. To be honest, once one has watched a certain number of old Soviet sci-fi movies, some hard-nosed pragmatism and 'realpolitik' would be welcome as a counterpoint to the unremitting diet of 'idealism' and utopianism. 

A Dream Come True contains more in the way of emotion and 'romance' than your typical sci-fi work, and this might alienate some people who prefer a more 'ascetic' and clinical ambience in such films. The tone and aesthetic of the film are distinctly 'early Sixties' in flavour.

This might not be the most cerebral of science fiction films, but it is quite 'rounded', gripping and satisfying as a watching experience. The conclusion to the film does leave a glimmer of doubt, though.

Red - King Crimson

From time to time, and by and large this is a process that first made itself visible to me around my  mid-twenties, my musical horizons and my musical sensibilities undergo a realignment. Over the past couple of years, I sense that I have gone through one such phase. If my musical world-view is like a living creature, then its sinews become stronger and more dextrous, and the process feels like a natural companion to the cycles of life.

Part of this latest renewal was fuelled by my properly exploring the music of King Crimson for the first time. All of their albums from the period 1969-1974 are noteworthy in their own right but Red, released in 1974, warrants special praise and examination.

I think that one of the things which sets Red apart is its deceptiveness.  It perhaps has a reputation as 'uncompromising' and 'challenging', and early exposure can reinforce this notion, but more careful inspection reveals the marrying of differing tendencies. Moments which might induce a sense of foreboding are tempered by flourishes of melody and finesse. Importantly, the instruments are allowed space in which to breathe, and John Wetton's purposeful but soothing vocals introduce an extra dimension.

It is worth noting that even before this record was released, King Crimson had disbanded, a move which in fact turned out to be a mere hiatus. I have heard it postulated that this move demonstrated great savoir-faire, by anticipating dramatic shifts in the direction of rock music. From my point of view, in any just, rational world King Crimson should not have had anything to fear had they remained together.

Red is portentous, in the creative and constructive senses of the word, and indicative of a cultural time and place, but without the posturing. Just look at some of the people who 'name-check' the record. Its aesthetic, and the brand of edgy and challenging prog-rock which it exemplifies, endure brightly. King Crimson's music from this period has a curious and invigorating quality. Melodic yet propulsive, organic yet modernistic, crystalline yet strangely calming. 

The original LP had just five tracks, but it doesn't need any more to make it fulfilling and impactful. 

The (instrumental) title track really does set the tone. For 1974, this is heavy stuff.  Bill Bruford's work on drums and percussion definitely imbued the group with additional depth and Robert Fripp's guitar teeters on the verge of losing control. There is a menace and a sense of purpose which for me are emblematic of Crimson at this stage of their evolution.

'Fallen Angel' benefits from a strong melodic base, an endearing John Wetton vocal and a reflective, almost wistful quality, but it also emits some of the darkness and anger which permeates the record as a whole.

In my estimation 'One More Red Nightmare' is the centrepiece, epitomizing the 'duality' which is one of the album's most striking traits. The saxophone passages, some 'surreal' percussion, the driving guitar riffs and the energetic vocal all form part of the mixture. 

The track 'Providence' is very 'experimental', it must be admitted, but it does have its pleasing moments, and the vitality of what surrounds it perhaps excuses some indulgence.

And then to 'Starless', one of the group's signature songs. The central guitar motif is highly lyrical, seductive almost, and the separation between instruments, and between instruments and vocals, is in keeping with the album's general orientation. Saxophone is employed again, this time more softly, and greatly enriching the palette. The 'middle section' of the track might seem uninspired at first, but stick with it! 

This is the kind of album which reveals more of its secrets and its dark recesses with each successive listen. Not always a comforting experience, but invariably a rewarding one.

Spycatcher - Peter Wright (with Paul Greengrass)

 In surveying the books on my shelves, I have been identifying those works which have thus far escaped my full and intensive attention. One such tome was Spycatcher, the "memoirs" of the former British intelligence (MI5) officer Peter Wright. This book is perhaps best remembered for the media and political storm which accompanied its original publication back in the 1980s.

Wright provides some enlightening biographical information, with hints that he didn't altogether fit the typical pattern of a British intelligence office from those days, in terms of background and outlook. 

It is the case that since the book was published, some observers have sought to question the veracity of Wright's views concerning the supposed high-level Soviet penetration of MI5.  I did make allowances for the criticisms of Wright and his book, but I still found it to be an illuminating and interesting read. The tone of the book is rather less "antagonistic" and uniformly "truculent" than I had anticipated. 

On the surface, Wright seems sincere and constructive in what he says about the shortcomings in procedure and methodology within the security services, both before and during his time, and he seems to have been world-weary and pragmatic from quite an early stage. His recollections also bring home the relentless, all-pervasive nature of Cold War espionage, but also how thoroughly mundane and 'routine' most of the activity actually was. 

As I worked my way through Spycatcher, I found myself wondering to what extent espionage was regarded as a 'game' and an 'end' in itself, rather than as a means to an end. After all, the operatives were supposed to be, ultimately, acting in our interests, but maybe the thrill and stimulus of the 'game' were required to enable the spies and officers to function in such as way as to be effective in discharging their duties.

More than a little space is taken up with less than thrilling descriptions of how certain technical gadgetry was developed, though things are enlivened by amusing anecdotes about how such equipment was installed and concealed. Some of the innovations sounded distinctly 'James Bond', others more 'Heath Robinson'.

As someone whose world-view has shifted to the left of centre in recent times, due to personal experiences and lengthy study and contemplation, I was occasionally left wondering about the purpose and the result of the British espionage and counter-espionage activity. 

Moral and ethical misgivings apart, it is impossible not to admire the resourcefulness and ingenuity of the operatives. Whatever we may think of the motives behind their activities, it plainly required intellect, finesse and no little resilience.

I quite liked Peter Wright's stories about his interactions with notable figures in the American intelligence community, especially James Angleton. 

A feature of the story, particularly in Wright's early days in the service, was the apparent informality of how he and his colleagues went about accomplishing their tasks; utilizing contacts and networking to obtain assistance and expedite investigations. The world seems to have been less rigidly "procedural" back then.

Occasionally, Wright places counterespionage episodes into a broader strategic or geopolitical context, such as the implications for arms control. These were some of the most impressive passages in the entire book.

The perception which emerges overall is that Soviet Union was "on the front foot" for the majority of the time, although in truth this does not come as a drastic revelation to me in 2021. One system was on the defensive, some might say by its very nature.

Whatever the substance of the book's central claims, it is difficult not to be captivated by imaginings of what it was like in intelligence and related circles, especially between the world wars. The idealism, the turbulence of the times, and also the feverishly tenuous existence of some of the individuals involved. Being righteous and committed was not always the tranquil and easy route.

I have to say that there is real drama in the chapters which deal with important interrogations, or with meetings which Mr Wright attended with luminaries of the secret world. Equally, one can sense the frustration when politics, or even more sinister motives, inhibited the path to efficiency or justice. It may be the case that, in this arena, objective truth is an elusive thing.

There is something rather poignant and affecting about the closing chapters, as Wright's career draws to its close. There is a changing of the guard, a shifting of priorities within the security services, and loose ends remaining unresolved. We also gain an idea of how the intelligence agencies "interfaced" with Whitehall, and the intrigues which this entailed.

Even when taking parts of the book with a pinch of salt, I found Spycatcher to be quite gripping, and I am glad that I took the trouble to read it in full.

The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars - David Bowie

There are some records which render the listener open-mouthed and humble at their consummate effervescence, mastery and inventiveness. An example of this is David Bowie's 1972 glam-rock opus The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and The Spiders from Mars. If you ever find someone enquiring what 'all the fuss' is about Bowie, just play this for them. It should swiftly assuage their doubts.

A little while ago I blogged my thoughts on the great man's previous LP, Hunky Dory  , That magnificent album succeeds partly on its mystique and its restrained brilliance.  The 'Ziggy Stardust' record is a more demonstrative and outgoing creature, dazzling and bewitching, whereas Hunky Dory charms and beguiles. This was all part of the astounding burst of creativity which Bowie essayed in the early 1970s, stemming from his innate talent and a boundless curiosity about cultural trends and modes of expression.

Over the years people have made veiled accusations that Bowie 'appropriated' ideas which were already thriving 'underground' and brought them into the mainstream. Whilst there may be some substance to these remarks, Bowie was far from alone in harnessing such forces, and cultivating the clarity of vision and the savvy to do so successfully is a talent in itself. If it was so easy, why weren't other people doing it to similar effect?  My philosophy is simply to savour the product of Bowie's inquisitiveness, which decisively outweighs any qualms which people may voice.

Song-for-song, the record represents a powerful outburst and flowering of ideas. It is more mainstream, arguably, than Hunky Dory, but exudes enormous vitality and command. The music has a crystalline and vibrant urgency which makes it stand out.

For all its reputation as a repository of 'futuristic' and 'visionary' work, much of the album's content is firmly rooted in decidedly 'traditional' rock and pop music styles. So by some interpretations it may be viewed as musically 'conservative', but there is little doubt about it being adventurous and daring in a 'philosophical' sense. This juxtaposition of the musical foundations with the 'poetic' orientations helps to imbue 'Ziggy Stardust' with its edge and its bite.

The 'retro' flavour of some of the music means that it has something in common with other glam-rock offerings from the early 1970s. There, however, the tenuous similarities end. Its sweep and its scope make it altogether more ambitious and progressive than the majority of the 'competition'.

'Five Years', the opening number, very much conforms to notions about musical 'traditionalism' as a motif pervading the album. In another respect this song goes against conventions, in that it is an 'untypical' choice to commence proceedings, not being up-tempo or vigorous. To some extent 'Five Years' introduces a template; 'old-time' with clear traces of modernism. This 'syncretic' character is part of what propels the whole project.

From the outset another pattern becomes clear. For all the talk of 'post-modernism', most of these recordings are underpinned by a solid, organic core, often consisting of acoustic guitars and piano, as a layer anchoring the sound in reality. Depth is thus added to the sonic strata, and the separation between instruments is another appealing feature. 

Bowie sounds remarkably self-assured and in control of what he is doing, and this sensitivity extends to ensuring that the music is 'cinematic' without lapsing into bombast, not always an easy balance to achieve. The listener is soon immersed in the unremitting excellence, and there is an abundance of ideas and surprises to maintain the interest.

A word too for those who helped with the production and the arrangements. 'Soul Love' is an example of a fairly ordinary track which is elevated by some inventiveness in these areas. A reminder, maybe, that music is often a 'holistic' discipline.

For me 'Moonage Daydream' is the 1970s Bowie creation par excellence. Again, Bowie exudes a certain mastery, and the dramatic soundscapes help transport the listener to a different plane - there is lots going on!. We also get a glimpse here of Mick Ronson's importance to the sound.

'Starman' is perhaps the most well-known song here. Like many of the compositions, it illustrates Bowie's often-overlooked gift for melody and 'musicality'. The sonic palette is again embellished to great effect, with guitars and what sounds like a Mellotron. It may also be that this song is a showcase for the star's idiosyncratic method of lyric-writing, with words which conjure up vivid images in the mind.

It has to be said that 'It Ain't Easy' is an unexceptional piece, and it sounds to my ears as though they tried a little too hard to infuse it with some zest and excitement. 

My feeling is that with 'Lady Stardust' we begin to reach the heart of the album, on more than one level. It possesses a rich and sinuous melody, which in places is redolent of Elton John. The piano is also pleasing. In addition, Bowie's vision and faith in the material comes shining through once more.

'Star' sounds like a part of a greater whole than just a self-contained song. It has a 'live' and 'theatrical' feel, like it might belong in a rock opera. As it happens, it fits very well into this concept-album-of-sorts.

I would say that the next number, 'Hang On To Yourself', has some of the same qualities as the one which precedes it, if in more minimalist packaging. It possibly harks back to the Velvet Underground, whilst also looking forward tentatively to musical happenings of the later Seventies.

The title track has a strong melodic framework, and once more that air of authority which echoes throughout the entire LP. The impression one gets with so many of these tracks is of a preponderance of ideas and creativity from all concerned. 'Ziggy Stardust' the song also contains some memorable lyrical imagery.

'Suffragette City' embodies the same sort of frantic energy as ' Hang On To Yourself', with added Ronson flourishes.

The closer of the original album, 'Rock 'n' Roll Suicide', is a rather unlikely conclusion, meaning that the record is bookended by two intriguing choices. Again, a 'retro' atmosphere prevails here, and there is much to hold the interest as it unfolds. 

All in all, The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars is a delight, and a thrilling and invigorating ride. The music is exuberant yet tasteful, accessible yet profound, edgy yet engaging. A landmark release.