Damn Sam The Miracle Man And The Soul Congregation ‘s/t’ LP (Tay-Ster, US, 1970). ‘Damn Sam The Miracle Man’ is actually the name of an obscure group hailing from Detroit in the early seventies, spearheaded by vocalist OC Tolbert. Tolbert, who grew up in Selma, Alabama where he earned his spurs in the local churches, was blessed with a roaring voice that could certainly tear through bricks. In 1967, he went to Detroit to find fame. He was told by a well known large record company to come for an audition a year later but immediately disliked large record companies and went on to record for a small one. He then met a mover, who was very much like himself whose name was Jack Taylor and together they began to move. And, boy, they really moved! Their sole LP is about as raw and fierce funk ever got. The drums pump & pummel blending in some rump shaking electric conga & bongo work laying the perfect backbeat for Tolbert’s roaring vocal delivery. Add some soaring saxophones on top and the result is certainly one of the sweetest raw funk tornadoes you could every hope to get swept up by! I mean, a look at the cover artwork alone should give you an idea of what to expect. Sometimes you can indeed judge a book by its cover...
Happy 28th Birthday to Violator. Easily one of the best albums of the 80’s and 90’s and arguably the best Depeche Mode album. I was fortunate to catch this tour in Houston with Nitzer Ebb opening.
Depeche Mode - Violator (19 March 1990)
Dear British weather, it is the middle of March. Winter's over. Spring is supposed to be sunny. Stop fucking snowing. Sincerely, me As much as I'm hating the weather at the minute, I have to give credit where it's due - it came at the perfect time. Yeah it may be March, but I like to believe that the universe knew Mount Eerie was releasing a new album last week, and buried us under several feet of snow in order to create the perfect atmosphere. So in that respect, thank you Universe. You did good I trudged through brittle winds and thick frost to collect my vinyl from the post office, and then sat at home, looking out the window as this record played. A truly wonderful experience.
Already, this is one of my favourite albums of the year. I fully expected this album to be good, but I didn't expect it to be more elaborate, ambitious, or, dare I say, more heartbreaking than A Crow Looked At Me. But Now Only is exactly that. Phil is no longer singing bluntly about grief, and is not as concerned about death as he was. Instead, he's now questioning mortality - what it means to be alive, to survive in this fucked-up cruel world, and to live on past your own demise. And he does so beautifully, with such intensity and detail. These songs are sprawling journeys through Phil's consciousness as he finds his footing once again.
Being on the final day of my holiday means this is my last chance for my coffee and a 7" morning routine. So, with that in mind I've tried to make it an especially good one today and am having my morning brew while Jeff Buckley covers The Boy With The Thorn In His Side by The Smiths, easing me nicely into the day. The b-side also makes me even more stoked to try and hunt down a copy of the Record Store Day 2018 release of Live at Sin-e next month!