Friday Tunes: Barney Richards’ Coagulation of Old & New

It’s Sunday morning, your eyes are blurry, your brain finding its tiny little brain feet - it’s a soother.

Just because. It’s enchanting and deep and it makes me feel fragile and strong at the same time.

There’s an extended version that I can’t find on Spotify. If you can extend a track like this, then you should – here it is from youtoob.

In my top ten favourite tracks. Wistful, psychedelic and ethereal - a great road trip tune.

Because don’t we all.

Quite possibly my favourite band of all time. Though an obvious choice, it reminds me of one Christmas as a kid when my alcoholic Uncle Terry was cavorting on a glass-topped coffee table screaming his little lungs out with a roll up in his mouth. He had an astonishing operatic voice for a guy of 5”3. He fell backwards through the table in a cacophonous fashion, only to jump straight back up as if nothing had happened and carry on being a loon. Everyone just left him to it. He was a mentalist, god rest his soul. If you haven’t seen the Stop Making Sense film then you should stop what you are doing and watch it immediately.

This is on a compilation of French Synth wave I picked up randomly, well worth a listen if you like that kind of thing – BIPPP FRENCH SYNTH WAVE 79 – 85.

Just bought this album, it’s filth.

I like Forests. I like the bass line.

He’s a natty Nigerian musician. This track is from 1978. It’s funk, soul, electro all in one and just feels like a really jammy bibble.

Often twee and saccharin, he also has his hippy-trippy side, and I like that part of him. Love is Hot.

Hands, clapping. Maybe this is what Michael Gove had in his earpiece when he went full weirdo the other week? 

Another top ten track.  I first heard this when I was about twelve whilst watching Quadrophenia for the first time. Leslie Ash.

He is a demi god.

My good friend from Jersey, Christopher Wackrow Esq turned me onto this album recently, it’s called “Dial M for Murder” and it’s a treat for anyone who likes dub up their face.

My buddy and insane muso, Adam Bishop lent me this album. I just love the percussive nature of this record.

Contemporary Californian psych monster. The production is killer.

I prefer his older stuff and the music he made under the Manitoba moniker. This is a soulful, anthem(ic) romp of a song.

Just Wow. Them at their swirly-faced, acid-dripping best.

Big party record for me when I lived in NYC. Good memories, albeit cloudy and disjointed. Clever boy that James Murphy.

More French stuff. 1970 - Love the Moog vibe. It’s been sampled to death by hip-hop artists and most notably by Fat Boys Chin, or whatever his name is. You can also find it on a compilation called “Cosmic Machine” which is worth some time. 

Without doubt my best-loved Hendrix record, it just needed to be in here (27). 

I would never have kicked his sandcastles over.

Television make a da good muzak for radio.

If you break it down simply, it’s basically Bryan Ferry being dirty and having sex with an inflatable woman in a swimming pool. I respect his openness and in some ways I’m quite jealous, he’s clearly having a good time. It ends with a glorious break.

I think this is the song I will hear as I transcend to another world.

Krauty come down track. Sublime.

Another friend recommend. My buddy Phil Adams who works at Rough Trade suggested this minimal psych album. It’s all based around the band’s experience in the desert and the animals they encountered. You should look for Phil in Rough Trade and ask questions – he’s the one that looks like Serge Gainsbourg, only he’s from Sheffield.