Kiddie Au Go-Go
Nursery Rhymes With the Teenage Dance Beat of Today

Allegro ALL 892

Side 1

1. Alley Cat Dance
2. THE FRUG (Old MacDonald)
3. THE SWIM (Row, Row, Row Your Boat)
4. THE JERK (Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star)
5. Hokey Pokey

Side 2

1. THE SHAKE (Farmer In The Dell)
2. THE MONKEY (On Top Of Old Smokey)
3. Mexican Hat Dance
4. WATUSI (A Tisket, A Tasket)
5. CHA CHA (Oh Dear, What Can The Matter Be)

London 1966. Swinging London. Super, fab, and groovy, switched-on London. Dolly Birds and Carnaby Street London. The Pink Floyd play their first gigs, The Beatles release Revolver and John Lennon says: "We're more popular than Jesus..." It's a crazy time. Adam Adamant Lives! is on the telly, Patrick McGoohan is filming the first series of The Prisoner in Wales. Sean Connery is James Bond, Patrick Troughton is the Doctor, and Diana Rigg is Emma Peel. It's a happening time! The rest of the country stares at London with bewildered bemusement not quite understanding the world is never going to be the same again. It must have been a great time! Exciting! Vibrant! I wish I had been alive then... wait... I was! I was seven years old - I remember Adam Adamant Lives!! I don't remember a lot else about 1966 (apart from Thunderbirds) but I do remember no one ever bought me a copy of Kiddie Au Go-Go by The Mod Moppets. A fact for which I am now, in retrospect having never come across this LP until a few months ago, deeply grateful. Thank you, my entire small and very extended family.

I bought this album in a charity shop in the summer for 20p (that's four shillings in real money!) and it has been sat around waiting for me to play it for half a year. I love the cover. I really hope those kids, who will be in their late 40s by now, grew up to be rich, famous, and happy though I have a strong suspicion they are both doing life sentences for slaughtering the parents who made them do modelling jobs like this one.

Here's a different cover which apart from anything else confirms that I was right to photoshop the background red where it had faded down one side on my copy. (I really am suspecting I need to get out of the house more often than I do.)

Apologies for the scratch, click, and poppiness of these tracks.

You don't actually have to listen to any of these tracks, I've already done that for you and I don't think I'll ever bother again - apart from The Alley Cat Dance, I strangely like that one, though it's no way as weird as the version from Ed Wood's 1965 sleazy-cheese masterpiece, Orgy of the Dead.

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16 Hollandse Hits

I will admit I only bought this album because one of the acts on it is called 'Cock Van De Palm'. And if there is a better reason than that for spending fifty pence on an LP, I have yet to come across it.

Warning:
This LP contains Accordions and Yodelling

Kant 1:

1. Als 'n Meeuw de Wind (4'09) - Arne Jansen & Les Cigales
   
2. Joke Stop Met Koken (2'46) - Leidse Sleutelgaten
   
3. Vragende Ogen Lokkende Lippen (3'48) - Cock Van De Palm
   
4. De klokkenluider (3.'48) - Duo Onbekend
   
5. Als ik Leer Zie, Word ik Wild (3'15) - Ria Valk
6. Wals Voor Jopie (3'15) - De Electronica's (sic)
   
7. Krijg je Van 'n Jogen Rode Rozen (3'39) - Liesbeth
   
8. Op de Bibbelbonse Bergen (2'45) - Take It Easy
   

Kant 2:

1. Blit Dat ik Rij (4'00) - Henk Winjngaard
   
2. Jodeladiehiepiepiep (3'45) - Franky Boy
   
3. Natasja (3'21) - Het Sneeuwbal Trio (The Hot Snowball trio?)
   
4. Als de Soldaten..... (2'49) - De Roffels
   
5. Waarom Dans je Met die Ander (4'00) - Janske
6. Zuidwind (3'03) - Gerry Van Hourtert
   
7. Vissersleed (2'54) - De Bohemiens
   
8. El Paradiso (3'44) - Ad & Karin
   

The highlights of this album are:

The compulsively wonderful Op de bibbelbonse bergen ( Side 1 Track 8) - a song with elements almost certainly 'borrowed'* from this catfood jingle, and what sounds suspiciously like a snippet of The Muppet Show's theme music.

The disturbing mixture of Yodelling and cow noises that is Jodeladiehiepiepiep (Side 2 Track 2 ).

The relentlessly cheerful Zuidenwind (Side 2 track 6)

And for me the cherry on the cake: The Rock and Yodel stylings of Ria Valk (she's the one with the big hair and the sequin headband on the cover) with Als ik Leer Zie, Word ik Wild (Side 1 Track 5). This one track alone would keep the album in the house. It just creases me up every time I hear it. I can see why it was a hit back in 1983.**

The rest is a mixture of the awful, the bland, and the cruddy. Europop, Country and Western, and waltzes - all sung in a language that must be a real bugger to sing anything in. The Country and Western warblings on here come off particularly badly. No matter how many steel guitars and harmonicas they ladled on top, it still sound like Tex Ritter clearing his nose into a spittoon.

God! I hate Dutch. I don't hate THE Dutch: great cheese, genius inventors of Mayonnaise on chips, some brilliant painters - and, during the early 1980s at least, creators of some really crap music and heroic moustaches. I have nothing again Dutch people or the Dutch countryside or anything else that came from Holland - but the language? It drives me crazy. I just can't get my brain to store more than two letters of it at a time (It twists my melon! It drives me crazy in the coconut!) every time I have to write or type any Dutch my brain goes into spasms. No real language can possibly have a J and G next to each other THAT often.

So, Dutch people, forgive me if I made a total hash of copying the track listings and typed rude and offensive things.

Frankie Boy - Die Poppenstaar Hollandeschjgk

And here he is in action.

*Heavily.

**Given Holland's liberal dope laws of the time I can see why all of these tracks became hits. These were probably the only people in Holland straight enough to make it into the recording studio - well maybe that's not true - maybe these were the only people who came out again having actually recorded anything; whilst all the real musicians were getting stoned out of their gourds in cafes in Amsterdam's 'coffee' shops this lot had the field to themselves. Yodelling was obviously big in Holland for years. I mean, just look at Dutch Prog Rock giants Focus:

Eric Morena - Oh! mon bateau

Un Romantique Nouveau

When my wife bought me the record player plugged into this computer for my birthday I think the idea in the back of her mind (and probably in the front and down both sides as well) was that I would somehow, on being presented with the opportunity, gleefully leap upon the staggering and sliding (though alphabetically arranged) piles of LPs, and the dusty boxes of old 45s and 78s that litter our house, and turn them into neat little, zero space occupying MP3s, whereupon the big, untidy (and to her eyes ugly) piles of vinyl would eventually be banished - if not to the bin or charity shop then certainly to some distant, unexplored corner of our unfeasibly large attic.

Here we come to a problem. I don't understand why she doesn't understand that it's not just the music.
If it was just the music it would be easy. Hell yeah just digitize everything and eBay the lot. But it's not just the music. It's the records. It's the smell of the things, the weight, the care you have to take with them, the ritual of playing them. There is no comparison between the almost Zen like, Tea Ceremony Lite ritual of removing a disc from its sleeve, placing it on a deck, and lowering the arm into just the right place - with the scrabbling around folders on a MP4 player looking, amongst hundreds, for the one right track which you've probably mislabled (and is almost certainly on your phone anyway). No comparison at all. I like records. I like the covers. I like the weird things writen on them by previous owners. I like reading the sleeve notes and the crappy art, and looking into the eyes of the mad bastards who thought they were going to set the world on fire with their talent.

What has happened is that by buying me this machine she has stoked the fires of my junk record acquiring habits. I have started smuggling even more cruddy records into the house when she isn't looking.

Singles are easier to sneak in.

This is one of my recent charity shop 45 rpm discoveries: I'd never heard of Eric Morena before but I was bowled over by the sleeve. 'What have we got here?' I thought, 'The bastard love child of Plácido Domingo and Boy George by the look of it. Got to be worth 25 pence of anybody's money...'

I was right.

Oh! mon bateau is - brilliant! Everything you could want from crappy music: a Mamboesque Cha Cha Cha with incomprehensible French lyrics delivered with an incredibly camp operatic flourish. With seagull noises too! A whole cheeseboard on one 7 inch plate.

The lyrics, as best my schoolboy French and Mr Google's mighty organ can make out, translate as something like:

On the road that leads us
Far from the world and problems
I flee (he fled)
Like the gentle gazelle
With large velvet eyelashes
I jumped from wave to wave
Seagulls they shout to me, hello (hello)

Oh my boat oh oh ooooh!
You are the most beautiful of boats
And you guide me over the waves
To this there are more beautiful (?This has me baffled?)
You are the most beautiful of boats

Braving all the storms
Whistling like a lark
I fly (flying)
Towards fabulous shores
Where I will soon be king
I hear the wild rhythms
Algae are dancing all around me
(Hop la!)

Oh my boat
You are the most beautiful of boats
And you guide me over the waves
To this there are more beautiful
You are the most beautiful of boats

Naked under the starry sky
The sails swell with happiness
The fish sing all in chorus
The Prawns! (The prawns!)
I shout olé, (olé), olé

Oh! my boat
You are the most beautiful of boats
And you guide me over the waves
To this there are more beautiful
You are the most beautiful of boats

Oh, to hell with it, here's the video:

The B side: I Love You What Can I Do is pretty meh but almost redeems some possible weirdly awfulness credentials with an odd little bit of heavy-breathing, close to the mike, Barry Whiteishness near the end.

Bill & His Pop Guitar

I know nothing about Bill - or his guitar - other than they are almost certainly possibly maybe German (Willhelm und Sine Popguitaren?), the record is on the Telefunken label and a lot of this stuff came from Germany around this time: Klaus Wunderlich, James Last etc. The list goes on. I have a just invented theory that so much bland easy-listening music came out of Germany in the Sixties and Seventies as a result of the long-lasting Post-Nazi Guilt Complex that the Germans suffered after WW2. Germans were so scared of making anything that sounded imperialistic or threatening that they became the world's finest papsmiths, patting each other on the back with glee every time they made a record that didn't contain anything that sounded like the Horst Wessel Song.

The German Film industry made a lot of really badly-made, 'Schoolgirl Report', soft-corn porn movies around this time too. ("Lene Riefenstahl was a mistake! All we make is crap now, honest!")

Bill and His Pop Guitar is a particular favourite of my cheesepile. A veritable Limburger. Fourteen tracks of variable easy-listening slush enlivened by the tenacious twanging of 'Bill'.

Favourite tracks are Eloise (this is, in my feeble opinion, by far the best version ever - far better than The Damned's), Scarbourough (sic) Fair which, complete with some incredibly incompetent bongo playing and some cheapo knock-off Morricone strings, sounds like it fell off the soundtrack of a Spaghetti Western version of The Graduate (a theme continued in a lighter vein in the arrangement on The Sound of Silence), and Those Were The Days - a tune which I loath, having had to sing it (in Russian) for a show I was in far too many time for the good of my sanity - but there's something about those violins that makes me laugh every time I hear it.

Enjoy!

Side One:

1. Eloise
2. Those Were The Days
3. Hey Jude
4. I Started a Joke
5. Scarbourough Fair / Canticle
6. Manchester and Liverpool
7. The Last Waltz

Side Two:

1. Ob-la-di, ob-la-da
2. L'amour est blue (Love Is Blue)
3. Light My Fire
4. 13 jours en France
5. (Sittin' On) The Dock Of The Bay
6. The Sound of Silence