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ANNIVERSARY ARCHIVE SPOTS AND THE 80^TH EDITION OF THE MONOLITH COCKTAIL SOCIAL PLAYLIST: DOMINIC VALVONA

Welcome all to the October edition of the Monolith Cocktail Digest, an archival driven column that celebrates anniversary albums each month and marks those special icons we’ve lost. In recent months this column has also become the home of the long-running cross-generational/international eclectic Social Playlist, which reaches its 80^th edition this month.

Plucked from those back corridors of the blog’s archive, there are original pieces on the Tuareg desert blues-rockers Tamikrest and their 2013 album, ‘Chatma’, jazz drummer extraordinaire Billy Cobham’s Spectrum (50 years old this month), and David Bowie’s Reality (unbelievably already 20 years old).

The Social meanwhile features tracks from all three of those featured records, plus 50^th anniversary mentions for The Who (Quadrophenia) and Elton John (Goodbye Yellow Brick Road), a 40^th mention for Bob Dylan (Infidels), and 30^th mentions for the Leaders Of The New School (T.I.M.E.), Black Moon (Buck Em Down) and Teenage Fanclub (Thirteen). Amongst that smattering, there’s choice tunes from Henry Franklin, Cee-Rock, David Liebe Hart, Dog Faced Hermans, Elias Hulk, Prix, Sofia Rosa and many more special selective tracks.

FULL TRACK LIST IS AS FOLLOWS::::….

Tamikrest ‘Djanegh Etoumast’
Pinky-Ann-Rihal ‘The Indian Dance’
Dog Faced Hermans ‘How We Connect’
Bob Dylan ‘Man Of Peace’
The Meditation Singers ‘Look At Yourself’
Billy Cobham ‘Spectrum’
Henry Franklin ‘Venus Fly Trap’
Leaders Of The New School ‘Connections’
Black Moon ‘Buck Em Down’
Kid Acne & Spectacular Diagnostics ‘Batman On Horseback’
Cee-Rock, Stealthguhn & Don Jazz ‘Linden Boulez’
officerfishdumplings ‘Divine Procrastinator’
David Liebe Hart & Th’ Mole ‘Michael Likes To Smoke His Weed’
Thiago Franca, Marcelo Cabral & Tony Gordin ‘Parte 1, Pt. 2’
Missus Beastly ‘Gurus For Sale’
Elisa Hulk ‘Ain’t Got You’
David Bowie ‘Never Get Old’
M ‘Baby Close The Window (12” Version)’
The Research ‘Feels Like The First Time’
Teenage Fanclub ‘The Cabbage’
Rabbit Rumba ‘Don Toribio’
Sofia Rosa ‘Kumulundu’
Tabaco ‘San juan Guaricongo’
Dick Stusso ‘Haunted Hotel’
Pin Group ‘Hurricane Fighter Plane’
The Spells ‘Number One Fan’
Prix ‘Girl’
Stiv Bators ‘Little Girl’
Agnes Strange ‘Give Yourself A Chance’
The Who ‘The Real Me’
Shyane Carter & Peter Jefferies ‘Randolph’s Going Home’
Roger Tillison ‘Loving You Is Sweeter Than Ever’
Elton John ‘The Ballad Of Danny Bailey (1909-1934)’

ARCHIVAL SPOTS/ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATING LPS

50th Anniversary Of Billy Cobham’s Spectrum

Moving on into the seventies with the voracious fusion of jazz, funk and the far out, former US army conscript Billy Cobham allowed his drum kit to roam wildly: and take a fair old pummelling in the process.

Leaping from the starched fatigues of conformity into apprentice slots with Miles Davis (famously on the Bitches Brew opus, and sitting-in at the Isle Of Wight Pop Festival of 1970) and Horace Silver, Cobham went on to form the influential Mahavishnu Orchestra: stretching the limitations of jazz all the way.

Whilst still a member of the MO (he’d leave for the first time in 1973, before returning for the MK II incarnation in the 80s), Cobham recorded his solo debut Spectrum; an unequivocal energetic mix of unwieldy cosmic slop guitar, thundering and rapid ricocheting double kick peddling drums, and 12-bar jazz gone native!

Featuring the arching, noodling rock guitar solos and lead that would become a familiar presence to the Cobham sound, Tommy Bolin (later to join Deep Purple), is tasked with really giving it some gospel. Sampled by future generations – Massive Attack fans will recognise Status – Cobham’s first album also drifted across the pond to Europe – Krautrock connoisseurs may pick up on the relationship to the music of Mani Neumeier’s Guru Guru (especially after their UFO LP).  No matter how sophisticated, or ‘twiddly muso’, Cobham always inserted some humour into his work, from the video-game effects and title of Snoopy’s Search to the general free spirited nuttiness of some of the playing itself.

A great marker, laid down for the generations to come.

DAVID BOWIE’S REALITY IS TWENTY

Making the most of his creative flow, David Bowie’s next critically assiduous, soul-searching suite would draw from the ‘oil well’ of despair.

The hyper ‘reality’ that permeated throughout this sophisticated album reflected a woeful climate, specifically the unfolding drama in the Middle East. Allusions to neocon diplomacy, nepotism of the most colonially threatening kind and the crescent of Islam are interspersed with more pining romanticized themes of loss.

Assembling a ‘dream team’, Bowie’s backing group once again swelled with the talents of Mike Garson (piano), Tony Visconti (production duties), Earl Slick (guitar) and Carlos Alomar (guitar) – the latter two, both veterans of Young Americans. Slick and Visconti would of course go onto to form part of The Next Day recording hub.

That quality and old camaraderie proved every bit as tightly dynamic, Reality unequivocally the thin white duke’s best work since Earthlings.

Again, Bowie insists on appropriating or at least resorting to past endeavours, recalling Outside on his sardonic hustled cover of Jonathan Richman’s ‘Pablo Picasso’; Tonight on the samba weepie ‘Days’; and Black Tie White Noise on the thinly veiled indicative Dick Cheney putdown, ‘Fall Dog Bombs The Moon’: Bowie at his bleakest, “The blackest of years that have no sound, no shape, no depth, no underground/What a dog!’ But full marks for trying to get a grip of George Harrison‘s ‘Try Some, Buy Some’; made most famous (and infamously) by a reluctant Ronnie Spector.

An augury of what was to follow in 2013, the thumping kickdrum, rollicking anthem ‘Never Get Old’ has a resounding statement of intent from the artist: “Never ever gonna get old!” In character he may be, but Bowie’s cry against mortality is a personal one, echoed in the present. Unfortunately bowing to the so-called market forces – regardless of artistic values and sanctimonious vitriol, he always had an eye for making dough – Bowie lent the tune to mineral water brand Vittel, appearing in an advert which has an uncanny resonance with the ‘The Stars (Are Out Tonight)’ video.

For various reasons outside his control, namely the poor sods heart attack, Bowie had to wait eight years to produce another volume of reactionary post-millennium blues. The Next Day, despite the decade-long absence from recording, picks up where Reality left off.

TAMIKREST’S CHATMA IS TEN YEARS OLD ALREADY

Mali’s rich musical culture isn’t confined to just the central and southern regions of the country,  the northern Tuareg desert lands also evoke some passionate, soulfully rhythmic surprises too. Despite the unfavourable attention meted out to the Tuareg community in recent years (there cause for autonomy hijacked by far less scrupulous zealots for there own religious and political ends), many voices from that community have offered their services to peace. One example is the nomadic, sub-Saharan rock’n’rollers Tamikrest, whose Hendrix meets desert blues template proves there are two sides to every story; the new album, Chatma – which translates as ‘sisters’ – a tribute to the courage of the Tuareg women and spirit of a people.

Forced into exile in Algeria, Tamikrest plaintively, but with an ear for a good melody, reflect on the imposition of Sharia law – by those outsiders who at first lent help to the course but soon dominated with their own destructive agenda – and the loss of there heritage. Producing beautifully cooed laments with an infectious kick, but also deftly crafting meandrous, ethereal, desert songs, the group can transverse the grooviest of Bedouin rhythmic funk anthems with ponderous soundscapes – ‘Assikal’ is pure Ash Ra Temple meets atavistic sand dune eulogy.

Separated into many a ‘world music’ best of list this year, the Monolith Cocktail sees no such reason for such boundaries or demarcated categorising; Chatma is simply a wondrous piece of ‘head music’.