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Retro HiFi
Some years ago – 1975 to be precise, I used to hang out with my friend Tony.  We shared a similar taste in music – we still do, if the truth is told, and the best things about hanging out at his house was his Dad’s hi-fi.  Picture the scene if you will,  a be-flared and platformed Richard whose records are played on a dubious BSR deck with a decidedly odd stereo setup (one channel wired through the record player, the other through the amp of an ‘Elizabethan’ reel to reel over the other side of the room – stereo yes, but woefully unbalanced) experiencing his first exposure to ‘proper’ hi-fi.

Tony’s Dad’s hi-fi was something that I had never seen before – separates.  Not a ‘Fidelity’ or ‘Steepletone’ hi-fi, this was separates.  A Goldring Lenco deck, a Goodmans Module 80 amp and (I think) Celestion Ditton speakers, it was a symphony of teak and chrome and was, I still believe, a piece of installation art.

It was on this hi-fi marvel that I heard  – properly, mind – Led Zeppelin 4, and was struck by the fact that there seemed to be patches of, well, nothing.  There was no noise between tracks, only what I can describe as a blackness, a void. No sound.  The detail of Jimmy Page’s fingers scraping on the strings on first part of ‘Stairway To Heaven’ was completely new to me.   I wouldn’t call it a religious experience, but it still stays with me as the first time I properly appreciated recorded music.   I’d almost call it a St Paul-type revelation, but you tend not to get too many of those in your teens….

Over the years, I’ve I have been dabbling with hi-fi – I prefer vinyl to CD, but I’m not that bothered about it. Frankly, the prices of vinyl have escalated now to the point where I won’t buy it unless the offending article is in really good condition.  To my ear, CDs have always sounded a bit tinny and jar like a dentist’s waiting room.  I have a reasonable setup – Linn LP12, NAD amp and a pair of speakers whose name eludes me for the minute. They are referred to, lovingly, by the family as the pillars of hercules. This setup makes me happy enough, but I have this nagging doubt that I’ve not yet achieved the same level as Tony’s Dad’s setup did.  That, and the fact that I believe that my ears are on their way out has led me to try and put together a taste-test.

This test should put that nagging doubt to rest once and for all;  I have set about recreating that setup that first moved me, and to that end, I’ve acquired a Goodmans Module 80, a pair of Celestion Dittons and these will hooked up to my trusty old Thorens TD150 turntable. I figure that is as close as it gets without absolutely replicating the setup, and I like to think that my old Thorens deck is a match for the Goldring Lenco.  The fun should begin soon, after all there is no rush to do this, and I suspect I’ll need a day to set it all up properly.  Interestingly, I’m having to make up some cables to connect the amp to the turntable and speakers – DIN plugs are no longer easily acquired.

The two pieces of music will be Led Zeppelin 4, and Shine on you crazy diamond parts 1 to whatever.  I shall report back on my aural adventures in another posting.  As David Gray (he of the incredibly mobile head) says, ‘see you on the other side’….

Just when I thought that my ears were going the way of my eyesight, heart and feet, along came a new musical experience that has one foot in the past and one foot in the future.  I refer to quad, and to the army of brilliant chaps who have transformed the quadraphonic output of artists from the 70’s into media playable on a modern home cinema system.

I’ve listened to Dark Side Of the Moon more times than I care to recall – I suspect ‘Us and Them’ will be played at my humanist death celebration – and I am probably note-perfect on every aspect of it. Except the drums, but they aren’t really music, are they? But, let’s not get me diverted into my rants about drummers, there is time a-plenty for that.  Playing DSotM  is a bit like having an old friend over for lunch; comfortable and easy to get along with but with no real surprises.

I’ve got a copy of DSotM converted to DTS that I can play on my living room cinema system.   It is the original 4 channel recording, encoded onto DTS and thence to the four speakers as originally intended. I am impressed, and that happens all too rarely these days.

A bit of background – most living rooms now boast a cinema sound system now, but when quad was around in the early to mid 70’s, I had absolutely no exposure to it.  I was lucky to even get a sniff of a stereo, let alone – quadraphonic – or four speaker  sound.  In many ways I am glad of that, because now I can discover it through the quad mixes of albums I knew, loved and literally played to death [1].    Being so intimate with each piece of work means that you can spot the subtle nuances of a quad mix almost straight away.  The Alan Parsons quad mix of Dark Side of the Moon is no exception.  You know the voices? Well, they are different.  I believe they are clearer – you can make out what the announcer is saying in ‘On the run’.    There are guitar parts I didn’t know existed, and it is just more involving.

It isn’t just old hippy prog rock bands that made the most of quad – Simon and Garfuunkel’s Bridge over Troubled Water (I much prefer Half-man Half-Biscuit’s Trouble Over Bridgewater as a title, if I am honest) is quite glorious and…oh..that word again. Involving. I’ll shut up lest I sound like a beardie hi-fi journalist who is convinced that he can hear the difference between types of mains cables.  It always strikes me as the only qualification to write for the Hi-fi press is a ownership of a dictionary, sandals, a catweazle-like demeanour  and a diploma in peddling snake oil. [2]

So, how do you get this new loveliness?  Simple – enter ‘quad’ into the search engine of any well known torrent site – I find the green demon quite useful, and pull down the file that you require.  Once downloaded, you’ll need to burn the file onto a DVD (important this…) and then play it in your DTS surround sound system.  That is all.  Oh, a fast internet connection helps….

Try a few of them, and see what you think.  Excuse me while I nod sagely to Joni Mitchell’s Hissing of Summer Lawns.  I’m expecting to smile….the summer of 1976 is still with me, I suspect.

[1]  I did actually destroy side 4 of Quadrophenia by wearing it out.  Ironic, really, that there is no Quad mix of Quadrophenia.  And my copy of ‘Who’s Next’  is utterly devastated too….

[2] There is another blog about the perils of venturing into Sevenoaks HiFi unaccompanied (yes, let out on my own, and without idiot mittens), which has the moral – believe and trust nothing but your ears.


I hate the way that magazines like Mojo write eulogies about recently deceased “stars”. One of thie phrases is “they also served” – how crappy does that sound? That you never really made it to tier 1 celebrity status, so that in death we write about your career as a footnote to the big star that died last month? It is done in a fawning and obsequious manner, suggesting that (insert star here) couldn’t have possibly risen to the levels he did without the help of (poor hapless 2nd rate muso). Really, in the language of transatlantica, it sucks. Possibly as much as being dead…

Take this month’s issue of Mojo’s “Real Gone” page – Lena Horne. Now I’m fine with having her in the obituary pages of a serious paper – as a singer, she was the first black superstar, as the headline notes. But really, it isn’t for the pages of Mojo. Ronnie James Dio, Steve New, and Stuart Cable all bought the farm this month. Steve New did some brilliant and often overlooked work with the Rich Kids (the first “punk/New Wave” supergroup?). My opinion is that he was probably more deserving and relevant recipient of the full page with the ‘headline’.
This brings me to my point, and the title of this entry – the untimely death of Alex Chilton in March. Very few people in the UK really understood or had ever heard of Big Star – I’d have never sought them out if I hadn’t spent valuable homework time listening to Radio Caroline in my youth – and in the UK, the most recognisable piece of work he ever did was arguably “In the streets”, the theme tune to “That 70’s show”. Yet, in the mid 70’s Alex and Big Star produced a body of work in their three/four albums that still brim over with ideas and creativity that makes them sound apart from their contemporaries and, (cliche alert) ahead of their time.
I was upset when I heard he had died, as he was down on my list of people to see before I died. My friend Ed sent me a soundboard recording of a live gig from the late 80’s which I listened to by way of a tribute, but all it did was crystallise the “what a waste” feeling I had into something approaching real loss. I don’t often get that from a dead “rock star” (sorry Ronnie James Dio, but I’m not about to track down your finest work, even in death), and I feel like I do when I know that a favourite author is no longer producing work – for example, I have three unread John Steinbeck works to read that I have been saving because once I’ve read them, I’ll never be able to enjoy the delight of discovering another “Doc” or “Jeb”.
Thank you Alex, for the music you created that was thoughtful, tuneful, and inspiring. I can’t admit that you featured on every mixtape I ever put together, but songs like “September Gurls” or “Thirteen” will always remind me of a time past – and I don’t think I can think of a higher accolade than that.
I think Robyn Hitchcock (another Alex Chilton afficionado) put it quite well, when he said Myriad musical roads met in Alex, and he diverted their course to his own artistic purposes with much grace and few illusions.”

I know, I know. I am a boring old f*rt, but I’ve long been convinced that the early 70’s were the creative hotbed that gave rise to everything we listen to and enjoy now, and yet so much is overlooked these days. Here are a few of my favourite oft-overlooked tracks fron the early 70’s – so thoughtfully upped onto youtube by people with more time than I have. Enjoy.

Stay With Me – The Faces
This was my first proper single, and it had a deep influence on me. Note that in these days, Rod Stewart was ‘just’ the vocalist, not the lycra-panted disco diva of later years. And it was OK and a bit cool to like the Faces in the early 70’s.
I never really went for the heavy end of the rock spectrum (hell, we didn’t even know that heavy rock existed then, only later did the name tags and genres come) but I remember liking the sound of the guitar. And I’ve stuck with Ronnie Wood as my favourite guitarist through all these years simply for that slide guitar sound. And in later years, for being a role model for growing old disgracefully. Anyone who can claim to have persuaded Keith Richards to climb a tree that he subsequently fell out of is OK in my book….
Water – The Who
The ‘Oo were the soundtrack to my early teens, and Charlton in 1976 was probably responsible for my slight hearing issues today. This song, an outtake from Who’s Next, eventually made it onto the B-side of 5:15, which is how it is a favourite…
In the Street – Big Star
This is probably better known as a cover version by Cheap Trick and used as the theme to “That seventies show”. I never felt I was swimming against the tide with my taste in music, but I could never understand why Big Star weren’t bigger than they were. But then again, I suppose you can say that about so many bands through the years – perhaps they fell behind with the payola payments.
Get Down and Get With it – Slade
(The version on Slade Alive Volume 1). If anyone ever questions what was so great about Slade, play them this track – loud. If they don’t smile, they aren’t human. Don’t try this with pets, obviously, as they aren’t. And small children, whilst human, will be frightened at Noddy’s vocal equivalent of an air-raid.
So much has been written about Sir Noddy, nothing I can say can add to the man’s vocal genius. I want him knighted.

Bless The Weather – John Martyn
Sadly, John is no longer with us. This is the finest legacy anyone could leave behind. A true pathfinder – which is a polite way of saying he was way ahead of his time. I quite often think when I listen to guitar work that I could have a go at playing it, but John’s work just issues me with a ‘cease and desist’ order from the first bar; I just enjoy listening to it instead. So should more people. For further listening, try the album ‘Bless the weather’ and maybe ‘Solid Air’.
Please Stay – Marvin Gaye.
Another dead star, here at the absolute peak of his prowess. I grew up with my Mum’s copy of this album (which is a bit freaky, thinking about this – either I had a right-on parent, or she didn’t listen closely to the lyrics…) and I never got to dismiss the beauty of the arrangements as cheesy like so many other songs of the genre. It also provided me with two things: the first is a lifelong love of soul music, and the second was the basis for every shag tape I ever made. Hmmmm – a separate blog I feel.

Halleluhwah – Can
Hmmm, Happy Mondays in 1971. Well, perhaps Sean’s mind altering intake turned him into a time traveller? It does get a bit Interstellar Overdrive after a bit, but persevere with it.
Superstar – The Carpenters
There is a version of this by Sonic Youth, and much as I am a fan of the dissembling noodle-fest of Kim and Thurston (first name terms there for irony, OK?), this song reminds me of my first pair of flares and learning to walk on my first pair of platforms without looking like a complete dork. Tough call, and more praise should be due to those who mastered it. I believe that as a sop to parental concern about the damage to my feet, they were from Clark’s and were a 4 inch heel, a 1 inch sole and had uppers of ox-blood, black and burnt ochre. Hardly peacock colouration, but subtle enough to get away with them for school. The song is a perfect piece of pop orchestration, and is still evocative of the era today, which is a powerful attribute. You couldn’t say that about Peters and Lee or Vicky Leandros, could you now?
The Bewlay Brothers – David Bowie
I think this was the first time I listened to a song and was impressed with the wordplay in the lyrics. My desk lid at school had this tatooed/inscribed into it in turquoise ink. Took me months and then I had to move classrooms. Gah…
That Lady – The Isley Brothers
This song has the dirtiest fuzz guitar sound going. I’ve never found it anywhere else. Anyway, another parental record, I think I’m trying to endow them with good taste, but really you should see the rest of the collection. This track then – a bit of vocals between one of the longest guitar solos I have ever heard. A toss up between this and Summer Breeze really, but this is the road less travelled I think. An interesting point is that in 1981 I furnished my old Russian Bouquet bandmate Roy with a tape with this on, and some years later, he gave us a pastiche of the solo in ‘Miss You Blind’…two Ern’s don’t make Hay while the sun shines. Or something like that….
Hypnotised – Fleetwood Mac
It might be just me, but the early seventies Fleetwood Mac seemed directionless – not blues, or rock, yet not pop. Small wonder then that there was an ‘alternative’ Fleetwood Mac put together and almost sent out to tour by their management. This track, from 1973, shows that it wasn’t just the arrival of Buckingham and Nicks that sent Fleetwood Mac scampering for the FM market, that was the direction they seemed to be experimenting with on this track.
So, before they disappeared in a flurry of cocaine and divorce lawyers, this track (and ‘Come a little bit closer’ from a later album) showed their eventual direction years before they took it.
Roxette – Dr Feelgood
As a one time resident of a tributary of what is now fondly called the Canvey Delta by idiots who never properly understood, and also mispronounced Sarfenonsea, I was never allowed – yessss, too young – into the pubs that Mickey Jupp and his ilk were playing in – even with the platforms. I remember being ejected from one (The Jellicoe? Or the Grand?) after me and a few chums attempted to watch Dr Feelgood (who were so loud we just stood outside and listened). Roxette was my first introduction to stripped bare R&B. God bless, Lee.
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