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...page one records, home of the troggs found the time to get all prog and jazzy with this long player from 1969, a nice exploitational sounding disc, the sound has a definite one-take-professional vibe, these cats knew what they were doing straight off and that may be the key to this album, it's a cool take on the new sounds that are coming along, the various strains of prog, jazz prog, orchestral prog, and some plain old pop, lounge pop with urgency all done in a few moments of time during a break in the night club schedule...of course it does not sound like any sort of prog as we now know it but back at the dawn of the seventies the whole shebang was just getting started, many hats were thrown into the ring and this was just one of the myriad of hopefuls and has beens giving it one last go, one last chance to make some cash from the music (business)...some bizarre cover versions crop that the listener can amuse themselves with, surmising on the philosophy of their choice of tune to ride to glory and the hit parade with...in its own way an excellent record doing its required job in the market place, that of suckering suburban proles into getting the NOW sound and getting with it, indeed getting down with the nite people, denizens of the midnight hour cooling out on the hi-fi (dansette) with cheap vodka and tonic...giving these cats some quick thought conjures up a vision of them supporting amen corner on maybe their last tour when the teeny boppers had departed and real life threatened on the horizon so anyway come in and bliss out in the night club of the inner mind...
...page one records, home of the troggs found the time to get all prog and jazzy with this long player from 1969, a nice exploitational sounding disc, the sound has a definite one-take-professional vibe, these cats knew what they were doing straight off and that may be the key to this album, it's a cool take on the new sounds that are coming along, the various strains of prog, jazz prog, orchestral prog, and some plain old pop, lounge pop with urgency all done in a few moments of time during a break in the night club schedule...of course it does not sound like any sort of prog as we now know it but back at the dawn of the seventies the whole shebang was just getting started, many hats were thrown into the ring and this was just one of the myriad of hopefuls and has beens giving it one last go, one last chance to make some cash from the music (business)...some bizarre cover versions crop that the listener can amuse themselves with, surmising on the philosophy of their choice of tune to ride to glory and the hit parade with...in its own way an excellent record doing its required job in the market place, that of suckering suburban proles into getting the NOW sound and getting with it, indeed getting down with the nite people, denizens of the midnight hour cooling out on the hi-fi (dansette) with cheap vodka and tonic...giving these cats some quick thought conjures up a vision of them supporting amen corner on maybe their last tour when the teeny boppers had departed and real life threatened on the horizon so anyway come in and bliss out in the night club of the inner mind...
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