Regal Worm Use and Ornament

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I mentioned Sheffield based musical legend Jarrod Gosling (I Monster, Henry Fool, Skywatchers) in my post about the Awards Night, I thought having introduced him, it seemed only fair to give you my opinion on his new album. Jarrod, who has worked with such luminaries as the Human League and Moby as well as remixing artists like Pulp and Goldfrapp, has finally taken the plunge and released his first honest to goodness full on prog rock masterpiece. Anyone familiar with the fascinating work of I Monster, most well known for their top 20 single Daydream in Blue will know that as duo they are inventive, playful, and like to straddle as many genres as possible!

Recorded at Jarrod’s own Pig View studios in Sheffield, and with a stunningly striking cover and a dazzling array of instruments on offer this is an inventive and exciting album. Jarrod takes his musical playfulness and his ear for a melody and pushes the prog boundaries as far as they can go, basically because he can.

Aided and abetted by a crack musical team including Michael Somerset Ward on saxes, clarinets, flutes and whistles, Graeme McElearney on harp, Richard Bradley on EMS synths, vibraslap and flexitone, Jack Helliwell contributing violin, Nick Goblink on electric guitar, Lucy Fawcett on trumpet and vocalists Rebecca Allen, Kevin Pearce, Lucy Hope, Peter Rohope (also guitar), Emily Ireland and Tim Bowness (No-Man/Henry Fool) the display of talent and the musical dexterity on this album is quite frankly amazing.

With a great use of his antique mellotron throughout (no prog masterpiece is complete without a mellotron, it’s the law) and quirky titles, offbeat time signatures and a couple of complex musical suites reminiscent of that purple period in music from 1969 to 1972, where everybody played what the hell they liked, and it didn’t matter whether a rock track would go off into jazz, or the drums would kick in from nowhere, because it sounded good, it sounded right and it just worked. That is how Regal Worm sounds, from the fantastically offbeat sax driven jazz funk rock of Cherish that Rubber Rodent, which rattles along at a great old pace, with some fantastically spacy breaks, some spooky old synths, sinister vocals and a squeaky soft toy in the mix, it sounds like Crimson ’69 in parts, and it appears to be a paean to a squeaky rubber toy. The Mardi Gras Turned Ugly in Seconds is another funky number, which with its driving brass sounds has a touch of Bonzo Dog band about it, whilst the beats are timed to perfection, the psychedelic jazz mixed with the full rock sound works fantastically well together. Throughout the album you realise how deeply immersed in prog Gosling is, and how clever he is as an arranger, performer and songwriter.

With the psych folk of Apple Witch, which sounds like it fell off a Harvest sampler in the early 1970’s, we’re followed by the ritualistic chanting and keyboard rock of Morning Sentinel, which has an amazingly fuzzy guitar solo and is probably the closest Jarrod gets to traditional I Monster territory on here.

Then we’re into one of the suites of music that dominate the album the Twelve minutes plus Confessions From a Deep and Warm Hibernaculum, with some fantastic mellotron sounds, driving percussion and intense musical moments and some beautiful female vocals, it is an absolute delight, there is so much going on musically that it takes several listens to absorb and take it all in, even then you find yourself hearing different things every time you listen. It’s a musical gift that keeps on giving.

Mud is a brief, but wonderful interlude, with some great vocals and lyrics, before we’re into the even larger epic clocking in at over 25 minutes, we have 6:17 The Aunt turns into an Ant, an impressive musical suite that’s split into several sections.

The narrative of this is as the title suggests, about an Aunt whose turned into an Ant, with some suitably treated spoken word interludes, psychedelic soundscapes, the title is a fantastic display of the word play that is so apparent in Jarrod’s work. From jazz sax breaks and keyboard interplay, the distinctive sound of the Hammond sneaking in there, some fantastic fluid flute pieces and underpinning sections some funky drum and bass interplay, this is epic prog on a grand musical scale. Sounding sometimes like a lost 1970’s TV theme, and at other points like the scary, spacy music that the BBC Radiophonic workshop used to produce in the early ‘70’s for Doctor Who, and with some great musical interplay throughout, as keyboard, guitar, sax all vie for position in the forefront of the song, pushing the music, and themselves along. Explosions of sound, manic riffs, and big, big ideas fill this epic suite, which would traditionally have been the second sound of an album. If this were a record, then I could imagine listening to it in a darkened room on the headphones, getting lost into the musical soundscapes that Regal Worm create so effortlessly.

The closing Klara Till Slutet (Main title theme) sounds again like it could have been used on a soundtrack somewhere, with a great chunky drum beat, and some fantastic keyboard and vocal parts building up to a nice epic finish.

If you’d not guessed I absolutely adore this album, and its mad, intense, eclectic beauty. It could be the soundtrack to some crazy film no-ones made yet.

To summarise, Regal Worm is the kind of album that they don’t normally make anymore, bursting at the seams with ideas, sounds and some fantastic musical interplay throughout. Jarrod Gosling has always been a fascinating songwriting talent to listen to, as a listener you are never quite sure where he’s going to take you. But you know whatever musical journey he’s about to embark on, you sure as hell don’t want to miss the ride.

Another view from the Awards Night

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As other Progarchists have mentioned last weekend was the Classic Rock Society awards night at the Montgomery Hall, Wath Upon Dearne and as John Simms and Alison Henderson have already gone into great depth about the winners, I won’t elaborate too much more on whats already been said.

The Classic Rock Society is a special place for me beacuse as a 17 year old prog fan growing up in South Yorkshire nearly 20 years ago in a world full of Brit pop, Cool Britannia and girl power the one thing I was looking for was an organisation full of like minded individuals putting on prog gigs and writing about the music I listened to.

Less than 10 miles from home was the Rotherham Classic Rock Society, as it was then, rather like being in Wigan at the rise of Northern Soul, or Liverpool at the birth of the Beatles, I was in the right place at the right time. How lucky was I?

Since then I have had the immense pleasure of writing for their magazine, had the joy of interviewing some of my musical heroes, helped out at gigs, made some great lifelong friends and been introduced to some wonderful music all before the days of streaming, downloads and You Tube!

This makes going back to Rotherham for whatever CRS gig always feels like going home, as I bump into old friends and, with the internet having revolutionised socialising, meet people I consider friends for the first time in the flesh.

It was a Big Big night for Big Big Train, and their beer was something that I sampled (several times, I had to make sure I liked it!), whilst leaving with a copy of The Underfall Yard for the journey home, their victories were on the were recognition of their finest musical achievement so far, and a reflection that their English brand of prog has captured the hearts of many people, myself included. Magenta also triumphed with some well-deserved awards, as detailed elsewhere in Progarchy.

Having helped out at Awards nights in the past where there have been technical difficulties, or guitarists going AWOL, it’s quite nice to be a spectator rather than a participant, and I’m always glad when I’m not the one on the door trying to calm a prog crowd anxious to get to the bar!

Progarchys friend Mr Andy Tillison played a blinder,despite having minor technical issues earlier and his live version of probably my favourite Tangent song Perdu Dans Paris in his inimitable solo style, if the absence of a Tangent tour means more Tillison solo gigs then I for one won’t be disappointed.

I spent a great night meeting and catching up with fellow Progarchist Alison Henderson. I had a good chat with Steve Taylor vocalist with Strangefish who have reformed, and I heartily recommend that if you’ve never heard anything by them, give them a listen then try and get to one of their comeback gigs. On their night they were one of the finest live bands around and its good to have them back. I caught up with Bryan Josh from Mostly Autumn whose always a good bloke to chat to, and he reminded me, that it’d been nearly 15 years since Mostly Autumn first played Rotherham, my how the time flies.

One person I enjoyed chatting to was Jarrod Gosling (of I Monster and Henry Fool fame) who’s a Sheffield musical legend and who has a new prog opus out under the name of Regal Worm. If you like your prog quirky, playful, intelligent and ambitious then grab yourself a copy of Use and Ornament, you won’t be disappointed.

Going to a CRS gig makes you feel part of a big family, and you can go alone but still find people to talk to. I spent time with the talented Simon Godfrey of Shineback and Tinyfish fame, and Robert Ramsay wordsmith extraordinaire, both great guys and bad influences (I blame Mr Ramsay for suggesting I try the Big Big Train beer!!).

Clive Nolan’s Alchemy was an epic prog musical, and whilst I really enjoyed the stage show, I would like to see the full musical performance to really get the feel for the work. Clive Nolan never disappoints whatever he turns his hand to, and Alchemy was no exception with Andy Sears in fine form, and the band really tight and on it all night.

Highlight of the night however was having the pleasure of meeting Fish again, the first time I met him was at the 2005 CRS awards, when he last presented the awards, who was over the moon at picking up his best lyricist award, one he rightly deserved.

This was another fine awards night even though I didn’t win anything on the raffle and showcases the hard work the CRS has put into promoting prog rock since 1991.

For over 20 years they have been putting on fine quality gigs and the awards night at various venues, and it’s a great organisation to be a part of, has shaped my life and musical tastes in so many ways and the gigs are always a great atmosphere, so if you’ve never been before I recommend you try them out.

Shakespearean Prog: Galahad’s Lastest Video, SEIZE THE DAY

The first of several EPs from Galahad in 2014.
The first of several EPs from Galahad in 2014.

Granted, it would make far more sense to think of Galahad, at least by the band’s title, as Arthurian prog, but Stu Nicholson’s profound sense of drama carries with it a distinctly Shakespearean air.  I, for one, am completely taken with it.

Glad to see Galahad release this video today.  Very nice cinematography and sound, and it’s inspiring to witness and enjoy the energy Stu and the band bring to the stage.  Not to be missed.

The video’s release coincides with the release of the latest ep from the band, SEIZE THE DAY.  Please support this brilliant band in any way you can.

The strange case of the Scandinavian essayists and a missing guitarist

Fish, the mighty CRS Awards' Master of Ceremonies.
Fish, the mighty CRS Awards’ Master of Ceremonies.

There are not many occasions for which I would happily strap the Progmobile to my derrière and take a four hour drive north for an overnight stop in Rotherham. However, this was the must-attend Classic Rock Society Awards held at the rather modest Montgomery Hall, Wath-upon-Dearne, close to the bright lights of Barnsley, Rotherham, Sheffield and Doncaster.

As prog’s pride of Yorkshire Andy Tillison told me last year, the Montgomery Hall was at the forefront of activities back in the early 80s as it was there that Arthur Scargill, firebrand leader of the National Union of Mineworkers, started rallying the troops against widespread pit closures and more pointedly, his nemesis, Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher.

So, this was a hall with a volatile history, a million miles from the peaceable, gentle gathering of loons, musicians and fanatics who make the annual pilgrimage to the awards that always seem to throw up a few surprises during the course of the evening.

Part of its appeal is in the way fans and the band members, many of them up for a prestigious award, all mingle and interact, affirming once again what a big lovely cuddly happy family prog now is.

Because it was an awards ceremony, Martin and I took it upon ourselves to “dress up” for the occasion, his steampunk jacket catching the eye of one of the night’s major players and my black velvet cape apparently coveted by one of the award presenters.

One of the thrills was meeting people there for the first time and I was so looking forward to finally making the acquaintance of David Longdon, whose leg I had been pulling on FB about winning the Male Vocalist Award. Like all those other awfully nice Big Big Train chaps, his modesty was disarming and charming.

It would not be a proper gig if Maestro Tillison did not encounter some form of technical hitch. Sure enough, his trusty keyboard conked out 15 minutes before he was due to go live, so he had to borrow Mike Varty’s stack. Proving yet again how intimate prog can be, he delivered compelling renditions of GPS Culture and Perdu Dans Paris enhanced with some Floydian flourishes and a drum solo. I did not and could not move throughout the show. It had me riveted to my seat.

Out in the corridor after Mr Tillison’s spellbinding work-out and observing Big Big Train’s Messrs Longdon, Dave Gregory and Danny Manners, I heard myself saying to anyone who would listen “I wish Brad Birzer was here tonight”.

We then bumped into Steve and Jo Hackett – as you do, exchanging pleasantries with them about the Genesis Revisited gig at Southampton Guildhall in October to which we are going, but this time with the addition of Nick Beggs back as bassman. The great man pointed out that he was now surrounded by huge long haired, blond Viking types, the other being the show’s rather splendid chanteur, Nad Sylvan.

And so it was on to the business end of the evening, the awards themselves. Fellow Progarchist John Simms has eloquently documented the winners elsewhere in these columns. The Classic Rock Society’s Stephen Lambe and Steve Pilkington kept the tone light, frothy and occasionally chaotic, handing over to the imposing Fish, the Master of Ceremonies, to “open the envelopes” and announce the winners.

Well, there was no disputing any of the winners this year. The Big Big Train camp scooping best song and band was reason enough, but according to sources close to the CRS, it was neck and neck between David Longdon and Damian Wilson for Male Vocalist. And no, I did not know the result beforehand but wishful thinking is a very underrated force.

The most emotional moment was seeing the gorgeous Christina Booth join her Magenta band-mates Chris Fry and Rob Reed to pick up Album of the Year for The Twenty Seven Club. Christina has been very public and positive about the recent treatment she has been receiving for breast cancer. Now sporting a short punky, elfin haircut, Christina got the loudest cheer when she was practically enveloped by gentle giant Fish when he presented her with the Female Vocalist award.

There were other moments of personal satisfaction, Moon Safari picking up the CRS live gig award and them pipping Lazuli among others for the Best Overseas Band of the Year. Their submitted speeches were wonderful – articulate in their precise and perfect English, Stephen Lambe reading them out like schoolday English essays. How this bodes well for the joint Moon Safari/Lazuli tour for which I am acting as chief cheerleader later this year. You will all be there, won’t you?

And there was joy for my lovely fellow lady of the prog, Jill Lerner, as her band HeKz picked up the Best Newcomers Award. Steve Hackett received the bass player award on behalf of Lee Pomeroy, his erstwhile band member who has also been seen in concert outside Buckingham Palace, supporting Grace Jones, and with some boy band called Take That. His acceptance speech gave thanks to all for granting him the John Jowitt Award – the IQ/Arena /Frost* bassman now exempt from being voted for having won it almost every year since inception.

Magenta’s Rob Reed won the best keyboards award and the young, dapper and hirsute Henry Rogers of Touchstone, Alan Reed and DeeExpus picking up the drumming honours. Even our esteemed MC got himself an award for his lyrics from sponsor Mr Tillison.

The highlight was an on-going missing guitarist situation when best guitarist Steve Hackett was declared officially absent, presumed getting something from out of his car. It must have been a very dark night out there because Fish had to tell a few tall tales while a search party was sent out to retrieve him, but in the end, the hunt was called off.

Stephen Lambe also found himself in a tricky situation, having to receive the Unsung Hero award for his fellow Summers End co-conspirator Huw Lloyd-Jones, no nepotism or altruism intended of course!

So, those are your winners for another year, and again, if proof was needed of what another stunning year had been for prog, take a close look at those winners and some of the other nominees such as Lifesigns, Steven Wilson, Nick Beggs, the Flower Kings and Spocks Beard who all left empty-handed.

But that was not all. Here is a recommendation for you all. Go out and get yourself a DVD of Alchemy, the rather wonderful musical, composed by Clive Nolan, keyboards supremo of Pendragon and Arena, available from Metal Mind. If ever you wanted to see what a prog rock West End musical would look and sound like, it is all here, performed by the Caamora Theatre Company.

It is a Victorian steampunk melodrama, steeped in the supernatural as good conquers evil in the pursuit of finding a way to make lead into gold through alchemy. With Nolan playing the good guy, Professor Samuel King, he has his work cut out against baddie and arch-enemy Lord Henry Jagman, a role that Andy Sears (Twelfth Night) was born to play.

“The Ends Justify The Means” is one of the funniest and nastiest songs you will ever hear and in Sears’ grateful hands, it was one of the highlights of the show. There is also romance, betrayal, pathos, passion and revenge in there too and one of the other barnstorming performances comes from Paul Manzi (Arena/Oliver Wakeman Band) looking like an exotic gypsy king as mercenary Milosh. Among the backing musicians are Pendragon’s drummer Scott Higham and keyboards player Mike Varty (Credo, DeeExpus and Landmarq).

Well, you can see what you missed and not surprisingly, a standing ovation was in order for this cracking show. Let’s hope there are further live shows planned as again, this demonstrates the diversity of prog in all its colourful splendour.

One other thing I feel I ought to point out about the evening was the number of lady proggers present for this great, great evening. The tide really has turned and most were there because they wanted to be and not under sufferance to appease their partners.

Back at the hotel afterwards, it was death by distorted disco in the bar immediately downstairs where some birthday celebrations were taking place. Somehow, I sensed we had been in the right place!

 

 

Photograph of Fish by Martin Reijman.

From the best FB-group you can find!

Being a Passenger means you probably are a member of the evergrowing Big Big Train facebookgroup. Among all interesting subjects being discussed there we have now also learned how to bake bread the proper way! Read Jon Collin’s blog about Big Big Bread! Enjoy!

Brand X – rare recordings

As a teenager I was a big fan of Genesis (and still am), and as a budding, slightly obsessive completist I sought out the solo material and extra-mural projects of band members as well as the group recordings (as much as my limited income at the time would allow). It was through this route that I had my first real encounter with Jazz Rock Fusion, in the guise of Phil Collins’ solo project, ‘Brand X’.

I was quickly blown away by the virtuosity, energy and inventiveness of Messrs Collins, Goodsall, Lumley Jones & Pert, with later contributions from Robinson, Giblin & Clark. This was exciting music, which took me to places that Prog rock didn’t, and I loved it (and it took me into the multi-faceted realms of more conventional jazz, too). I even managed to catch the band on tour in 1980 at Bradford University, sharing the bill with Bruford, which was a particular joy.

I was delighted to discover that some of the band’s rarer material had become more widely available recently. One was a live recording of a show the band performed in September 1979 at the Roxy, LA. Most of the material here is from the ‘Product’ album (the first of their recordings that I bought, and which they were promoting at the time), and the recordings are of a slightly poor quality, probably being audience-recorded bootlegs. There is a good interaction between band and crowd, with some attempts at Pythonesque humour in places (the band had Michael Palin write sleeve notes for ‘Do They Hurt’ in 1980), though there are some slightly annoying ‘whoops’ from the audience at times: throughout, the musicianship is first rate, as one would expect.

The other is a collection of early session recordings from 1975 & 1976 with early versions of tunes from their first couple of albums, and other material which never made the official releases. So we have ‘Dead Pretty’, which became ‘Born Ugly’; ‘Why Won’t You Lend Me Yours?’ which emerges as ‘Why Should I Lend You Mine (When You’ve Broken Yours Off Already)’; and an early version of live standard ‘Malaga Virgen’, which begins life as ‘Miserable Virgin’.

An interesting couple of collections, which give some insights into the workings of this great group of musicians.

Classic Rock Society Awards Night 2014

As a lover of Progressive Music for many years now – from the days when I simply knew it as ‘good music’ back in my school days in the 1970s – I have been delighted to see the recent resurgence of the genre. This has been in no small measure down to the efforts of groups like the Classic Rock Society, who have been striving to keep the flame burning, particularly during the dark days when ‘Prog’ was considered by many to be a word not spoken aloud. This striving, though, happened (sadly) under my radar for a large number of years, but I recently came across them, and was delighted to discover that they functioned in my own neck-of-the-woods in South Yorkshire.

Once I’d made this discovery, I ventured out to a few of their gigs in the humble surroundings of the Wesley Centre in Matlby, near Rotherham – interestingly for me the site of a former Methodist Chapel – and when I heard that their awards night was on the horizon I decided to go along (taking my younger son with me, as a fellow traveller). These are my personal reflections on the event.

The venue – the Montgomery Hall in Wath-upon-Dearne – is similar to the Wesley Centre in lay-out, though it has a larger capacity and a larger stage, which proved helpful for the evening’s entertainment. We began with a short solo set from the brilliant Andy Tillison, who coped seamlessly with a keyboard malfunction shortly before the off which left him having to rely on someone else’s equipment for his performance. There didn’t appear to be any problems caused, and Andy gave us around 20 minutes of magic – one man and his keyboards performing without the aid of backing tracks, loops or a safety net and giving us stunning renditions of ‘GPS Culture’ and ‘Perdu Dans Paris’. As a recent ‘convert’ to his work, particularly with The Tangent, I found it sublime and wonderful.

The ‘business’ of the evening was the awards themselves, and after suitable lubrication with ‘Big Big Train’ beer, on sale at the bar, we settled down to find out who had topped the polls at the end of what many have called a classic year for Prog. The awards were presented this year by none other than Fish, who brought his own laconic wit to the proceedings. The awards went to:

Best Male Vocalist – David Longdon
Best Female Vocalist – Christina Booth
Best Keyboard Player – Rob Reed
Best Bass Player – Lee Pomeroy
Best Drummer – Henry Rogers
Best Guitarist – Steve Hackett
Best Album – The Twenty Seven Club – Magenta
Best Track – East Coast Racer- Big Big Train
Best Lyricist – Fish (presented by Andy Tillison)
Best CRS Live Act – Moon Safari
Best UK Band or Artist – Big Big Train
Best Overseas Band or Artist – Moon Safari
CRS Newcomer – Hekz
Unsung Hero – Summer’s End

Amusing incident of the night has to go to Steve Hackett, who having picked up the Best Bassist award on Lee Pomeroy’s behalf, disappeared and was nowhere to be found when his own award was announced. He did eventually return, but we were deprived of what would, I’m sure, have been a great acceptance speech!

The business done, we returned to the music, with a 2-hour performance, with numerous singers and a full band as well as visual images and a virtual choir, of Clive Nolan’s epic rock opera, ‘Alchemy’. This was not a piece with which I was familiar, but it carried you along with a good narrative, well-told and performed: I shall no doubt return to it in the future.

So, five hours after arriving, we set off back home, thrilled by a great evening of rock in the fabulous company of fellow fans and ‘passengers’. Three highlights for me: seeing Andy Tillison perform – an absolute treat; meeting Dave, David & Danny from Big Big Train – real, genuine guys who seem at times quite bemused by their much-deserved recent accolades; and seeing my young son, James, ask Steve Hackett if he would take a photo of James with Fish (he’d already got one with Steve when he came to Sheffield last year!)

All in all, a wonderful night, and a fitting celebration of another classic year for lovers of Progressive Rock!

 

A.C.T are back!

I’m stoked! On Saturday 1st March fine Swedish proggers A.C.T are doing their comeback at Musikens Hus Goes Progressive! New record coming up in the beginning of March as well!

Not very many live clips around but this one from KB in Malmö is great!