2 of 2 people found the following review helpful
Jerry Cole was a very busy man in the early sixties. Apart from playing in the Champs (you all know Tequila) and his own band the Spacemen, he knocked out a stream of cheap surf and hot rod cash-in records for Crown Records.
Amazingly they are all worthwhile with at the very least one stone-cold classic and often more than one on each one.
Don't expect distortion or psych flourishes. That would come later.
Instead what we have here are pure toned, hard rocking, sun-flecked fun-packed devotions to the joy of being young in California when everything was going right. A killer rhythm section behind him and a wild sax and Cole is the god of good times.
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2 of 3 people found the following review helpful
So I've just moved home and my record collection is in complete disaray.
I want to listen to something before going on a big (and I mean big) night out but I can't find anything
Then I see this. I haven't listened to this for years. In fact I'm not sure I've lisened to it since I got it from a charity shop (where most of my vinyl comes from) about eight years ago.
It sounds wonderful. If you have this record I suggest that you put it on now.
Nothing needs to be said about Grace Jones, a woman whose image eventually overcame the music until all most people can remember is her attacking Russell Harty.
The music, however, is a dark slinky gem.
It undeniably pop… Read more
6 of 6 people found the following review helpful
Be-bop Jazz Noodling - on the harp!!!!
I can almost hear you laughing now.
But wait, put those predjudices away and listen to this album. If you can only think of jazz played by cats on horns, or your only image of a harp is on the side of a pint of Guiness be prepared for a shock.
Dorothy Ashby was a classically trained harpist who could see the potential her instrument had for jazz.
Accompanied by a wonderfully tight and funky small band she breaks open the songs here and reveals a lighter more sublime side to jazz. Rather than the agressive attack that a sax or piano might have made her harp seeks not so much to blast you away as to envelop you in.