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...and then came mott the hoople, in amongst all the newly emerging prog outfit back in 1969 mott came to claim the rocking times with this outing of of swinging jams...kicking up a storm with covers of sonny bono/sir doug/(early) kinks on the first side gave a solid thumbs up in agreement to cats who'd been digging the rock groove for awhile, these mott layabouts let it be known to all and sundry they had some kind of handle on what made for a good late night rocking session (hoople noise is most definitely late night, that can't be desputed, chemically assisted late night loafing most probably)...infusing dylan style vocal slur and glimmer twin swagger added to the deal these cats were putting down, going for some kind of transatlantic cross cultural blowout (not necessarily desirous most times but in a way it sort of works, a cat can dig what they had in mind, the yanquee continent was further away, both in mileage and culture, from post swinging london back in 1969)...there's a bit of crazy horse funk attack somewhere buried in the mix along with the whiskey, beer and hash plus a desire to splat the listener full on with all instruments bobbing in and out shouting to be heard...some johnny-come-lates tend to diss this first effort as not up to the mark, boring and derivative are the cries heard most often but that's what happens when a different generation start mouthing about times they weren't part of and don't understand how things fit together...this is a truely rocking testament to late 1960's slip and sleaze...
...so we come to the second go round for the hoopling cats and this time they get elbow deep in the ballad bowl with copius whiskey shots poured over them...the couple of crowd pleasing rockers they do dish out are par for the course during the mott tenure at island recs. with all cylinders pumping out the purest of mott grooves...with this wax being top heavy in the slow and funky department this has got to be a prime candidate for late night listening with the outside world safely kept at a measured distance, no squares disturbing the vibes, the room must become a shrine to the eternal being of hoopleness, and with all the keyboard work here, both piano and organ, this is sanctified hoopling that only the righteous disciples can be allowed to dig...this will cleanse the soul with its spirit of 100% mott...
...motts forth LP for island and what would prove to be their last for the label as the sales obviously did not go down too well with the company bean counters...kicking off in fine style with some patented hoople chaos, part zimmerman amphetamine drive and part stonsian swagger, it goes down mighty fine...followed on by a mid-tempo ballad type groove with all the cats getting the vibe and playing as a whole unit...track 3 sees their interest in west coast psych rising once more with a cool cover of the youngbloods 'darkness darkness' which shows they really had a handle on yankee left coast acid vibes, even going back to when they were the 'shakedown sound' they could get to grips with californian acid pop/rock and not come off weak and befuddled like so many anglo combos who thought the future was in copying west coast rock...there's next a long mott ballad (the journey) that takes a couple plays, or possibly more to work its magic but soon it devolves from being 10 minutes to being timeless...back to rowdy motting with 'sweet angeline' where they work up a sweat and get some whiskey swagger going...mariachi trumpets come in on the next tune (second love) which is kind of funny for a london based outfit but they did dig 'sir doug' so maybe some tex-mex ain't so far from wardour street after all...back to outright stones style pounding with track 7, copying the jagger swagger where they show they have more than an inkling how the glimmer twin aesthetic works, how to run the cheyne walk voodoo down and run it down good, also some whoisms mix in giving this a nice 'london satin loon pant' groove...all recorded live in the studio with guy stevens waving guns around in a last ditch attempt to get the mott wagon firing on all cylinders as he knew fully well it could give the right incentive for the hooplers to 'kick it' one more time (phil spector /lee perry have also tried this trick when their charges need some geeing up)...the last track has some john lennon/macca white album mess about going on which brings the whole thing to a conclusion, kind of starting where they began a few years previously...
...what a mighty mighty fine trawl through all things hooply and the years of motting plus over on disk 3 there's some groovy bits and bobs from various 1960s combos that acted as precursor to the story (doc thomas/shakedown sound/buddies) coming in at just under 4 hours and none of it wasted...disk one is the island years with plenty of unreleased versions to give a fuller understanding of the group, how their rough and tumble sound came into being, what made them stand out from the crowd (the best place to see them was at small clubs away from the bright lights of the big city where they could blast away with their lurching rip roaring sound)...disk two is the hit single years where they learned how to control the rough edges and channel the noise into something the general citizens could dig, be it glam thud and thump or anthems for the crash street kidds...this of course is where they lost a lot of the original fans who didn't dig 'their group' becoming 'pop stars', much preferring the shambolic hoople to the newly clean and concise mott...as mentioned the third coaster is a trip to the pre-beginnings plus the hit years with bowie voicing 'dudes', stan tippins vocalising and some demos for various soon to be well known tunes (dig the shakedown sound groove the 'WCPAE' 'transparent day', sign of what could have been if ian hadn't got himself invited to put some sleazy rock in the stew)...add in some live stuff' and this all works out as a great sampling of mottness, so all hooplers and layabouts are advised to tip and tipple some medication for the trip as anything can and most certainly will happen over the next few hours...
...and then came mott the hoople, in amongst all the newly emerging prog outfit back in 1969 mott came to claim the rocking times with this outing of of swinging jams...kicking up a storm with covers of sonny bono/sir doug/(early) kinks on the first side gave a solid thumbs up in agreement to cats who'd been digging the rock groove for awhile, these mott layabouts let it be known to all and sundry they had some kind of handle on what made for a good late night rocking session (hoople noise is most definitely late night, that can't be desputed, chemically assisted late night loafing most probably)...infusing dylan style vocal slur and glimmer twin swagger added to the deal these cats were putting down, going for some kind of transatlantic cross cultural blowout (not necessarily desirous most times but in a way it sort of works, a cat can dig what they had in mind, the yanquee continent was further away, both in mileage and culture, from post swinging london back in 1969)...there's a bit of crazy horse funk attack somewhere buried in the mix along with the whiskey, beer and hash plus a desire to splat the listener full on with all instruments bobbing in and out shouting to be heard...some johnny-come-lates tend to diss this first effort as not up to the mark, boring and derivative are the cries heard most often but that's what happens when a different generation start mouthing about times they weren't part of and don't understand how things fit together...this is a truely rocking testament to late 1960's slip and sleaze...
...so we come to the second go round for the hoopling cats and this time they get elbow deep in the ballad bowl with copius whiskey shots poured over them...the couple of crowd pleasing rockers they do dish out are par for the course during the mott tenure at island recs. with all cylinders pumping out the purest of mott grooves...with this wax being top heavy in the slow and funky department this has got to be a prime candidate for late night listening with the outside world safely kept at a measured distance, no squares disturbing the vibes, the room must become a shrine to the eternal being of hoopleness, and with all the keyboard work here, both piano and organ, this is sanctified hoopling that only the righteous disciples can be allowed to dig...this will cleanse the soul with its spirit of 100% mott...
...motts forth LP for island and what would prove to be their last for the label as the sales obviously did not go down too well with the company bean counters...kicking off in fine style with some patented hoople chaos, part zimmerman amphetamine drive and part stonsian swagger, it goes down mighty fine...followed on by a mid-tempo ballad type groove with all the cats getting the vibe and playing as a whole unit...track 3 sees their interest in west coast psych rising once more with a cool cover of the youngbloods 'darkness darkness' which shows they really had a handle on yankee left coast acid vibes, even going back to when they were the 'shakedown sound' they could get to grips with californian acid pop/rock and not come off weak and befuddled like so many anglo combos who thought the future was in copying west coast rock...there's next a long mott ballad (the journey) that takes a couple plays, or possibly more to work its magic but soon it devolves from being 10 minutes to being timeless...back to rowdy motting with 'sweet angeline' where they work up a sweat and get some whiskey swagger going...mariachi trumpets come in on the next tune (second love) which is kind of funny for a london based outfit but they did dig 'sir doug' so maybe some tex-mex ain't so far from wardour street after all...back to outright stones style pounding with track 7, copying the jagger swagger where they show they have more than an inkling how the glimmer twin aesthetic works, how to run the cheyne walk voodoo down and run it down good, also some whoisms mix in giving this a nice 'london satin loon pant' groove...all recorded live in the studio with guy stevens waving guns around in a last ditch attempt to get the mott wagon firing on all cylinders as he knew fully well it could give the right incentive for the hooplers to 'kick it' one more time (phil spector /lee perry have also tried this trick when their charges need some geeing up)...the last track has some john lennon/macca white album mess about going on which brings the whole thing to a conclusion, kind of starting where they began a few years previously...
...what a mighty mighty fine trawl through all things hooply and the years of motting plus over on disk 3 there's some groovy bits and bobs from various 1960s combos that acted as precursor to the story (doc thomas/shakedown sound/buddies) coming in at just under 4 hours and none of it wasted...disk one is the island years with plenty of unreleased versions to give a fuller understanding of the group, how their rough and tumble sound came into being, what made them stand out from the crowd (the best place to see them was at small clubs away from the bright lights of the big city where they could blast away with their lurching rip roaring sound)...disk two is the hit single years where they learned how to control the rough edges and channel the noise into something the general citizens could dig, be it glam thud and thump or anthems for the crash street kidds...this of course is where they lost a lot of the original fans who didn't dig 'their group' becoming 'pop stars', much preferring the shambolic hoople to the newly clean and concise mott...as mentioned the third coaster is a trip to the pre-beginnings plus the hit years with bowie voicing 'dudes', stan tippins vocalising and some demos for various soon to be well known tunes (dig the shakedown sound groove the 'WCPAE' 'transparent day', sign of what could have been if ian hadn't got himself invited to put some sleazy rock in the stew)...add in some live stuff' and this all works out as a great sampling of mottness, so all hooplers and layabouts are advised to tip and tipple some medication for the trip as anything can and most certainly will happen over the next few hours...
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