Lovely dollop of Rainbow rocking in 1977...
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It's all getting a bit hazy now, my traditionally regimented recollection of Blackmore & Co's notoriously fluid band line ups.
This one seemed to have a confusing mix of the classic MkII line up which produced my all time favourite album 'Rising' from 1976 (i.e. Blackmore, Dio & Powell) but seemed to reprise the involvement of the original bassist Bob Daisley [instead of the classical inebriate Jimmy Bain] and Whatsisface Stone on the Moogs who I'm bloody sure kept appearing on later Joe Lyn-Turner outpourings?
Whatever, it looked very much like some filmed footage from a German date which I guess yielded that year's official Live album and for the cognoscenti, another bootleggy variant which seemed to emerge some years later, much to the excitement of various metal journos of the right calibre, like old Malcolm von Dome.
What unadulterated quality, though: I mean for God's sake, how many pop or rock vocalists have a voice which is as much an instrument as Blackmore's Stratocaster and vies so compellingly during the many, memorable codas?
Cozy Powell's jaw dropping skin meistery, whilst suffering the unfortunate torture of the ubiquitous, contemporary compulsion to inflict a tedious round of sleep inducing self indulgence upon the audience, nevertheless mesmerised with a controlled aggression worthy of the Gods of Bonham & Moon and somehow battered in time with the launching rounds of canon during an impromptu 1812 finale which had somehow made it's way into one of Blackmore's remarkable, always peculiar medleys.
The Man in Black himself wove the usual spell but it's always worth a small act of cursory hommage in the prescence of such august creativity. All that was missing was a puritan's buckled hat and the impression would have been complete.
As for RJD, the Elfen loon with the lungs of Asgard, I'm once again left in no doubt as to his complete vocal domination of the true metal doctrine.
With a spectacularly primiative, flashing neon Rainbow providing the one and only stage effect, it was the definitive heavy rock ensemble.
In this regard, it could have been UFO, classic Lizzy or any of the virtuosos: there was something bout the way these glorious, prehistoric masters moved; something fizzed in their demeanour; they looked older, the genuine article of post-hippy, quasi denim & leather flair with added starry patch and tassle for good measure: no trace of cutesy schmootsey and phoney King of Bleon wannabe. The media machine just wasn't around to sully the message, compromise the integrity; this was original, this was it!
F@ck it was good, I mean, really, seriously, imperiously gem like.
I suppose outfits like 'The Foo Fighters' represent a noble continuance of sorts of this unabashed intensity but like a Larwood delivery, I doubt we'll ever witness it's pure like again.
Justin Timberlake.
This one seemed to have a confusing mix of the classic MkII line up which produced my all time favourite album 'Rising' from 1976 (i.e. Blackmore, Dio & Powell) but seemed to reprise the involvement of the original bassist Bob Daisley [instead of the classical inebriate Jimmy Bain] and Whatsisface Stone on the Moogs who I'm bloody sure kept appearing on later Joe Lyn-Turner outpourings?
Whatever, it looked very much like some filmed footage from a German date which I guess yielded that year's official Live album and for the cognoscenti, another bootleggy variant which seemed to emerge some years later, much to the excitement of various metal journos of the right calibre, like old Malcolm von Dome.
What unadulterated quality, though: I mean for God's sake, how many pop or rock vocalists have a voice which is as much an instrument as Blackmore's Stratocaster and vies so compellingly during the many, memorable codas?
Cozy Powell's jaw dropping skin meistery, whilst suffering the unfortunate torture of the ubiquitous, contemporary compulsion to inflict a tedious round of sleep inducing self indulgence upon the audience, nevertheless mesmerised with a controlled aggression worthy of the Gods of Bonham & Moon and somehow battered in time with the launching rounds of canon during an impromptu 1812 finale which had somehow made it's way into one of Blackmore's remarkable, always peculiar medleys.
The Man in Black himself wove the usual spell but it's always worth a small act of cursory hommage in the prescence of such august creativity. All that was missing was a puritan's buckled hat and the impression would have been complete.
As for RJD, the Elfen loon with the lungs of Asgard, I'm once again left in no doubt as to his complete vocal domination of the true metal doctrine.
With a spectacularly primiative, flashing neon Rainbow providing the one and only stage effect, it was the definitive heavy rock ensemble.
In this regard, it could have been UFO, classic Lizzy or any of the virtuosos: there was something bout the way these glorious, prehistoric masters moved; something fizzed in their demeanour; they looked older, the genuine article of post-hippy, quasi denim & leather flair with added starry patch and tassle for good measure: no trace of cutesy schmootsey and phoney King of Bleon wannabe. The media machine just wasn't around to sully the message, compromise the integrity; this was original, this was it!
F@ck it was good, I mean, really, seriously, imperiously gem like.
I suppose outfits like 'The Foo Fighters' represent a noble continuance of sorts of this unabashed intensity but like a Larwood delivery, I doubt we'll ever witness it's pure like again.
Justin Timberlake.
The combination of aggression, bloody minded destruction, non-political yet political statements (ie. 'up yours') and almighty playing thinly veiled by the pretext of "rock" surely reached its peak in the mid/late 70s?
I'm thinking Led Zep at Madison Square and Knebworth, AC/DC’s live If You Want Blood album, Deep Purple Made in Japan.
The foundations were laid in place by Messrs Townshend, Moon, Richards and Jones and built upon by Page, Bonham and later just about everyone else.
These were the bands who combined the wanton violence with better than decent music. How many just had the chaos without the symphony?
A female friend once described AC/DC as sounding like 'a bunch of cavemen banging their drums'. Seems fair, and taps into the male psyche quite well I feel, the primal instincts, like V8s, steak and shotguns.
rar, I feel gnarly!
I'm thinking Led Zep at Madison Square and Knebworth, AC/DC’s live If You Want Blood album, Deep Purple Made in Japan.
The foundations were laid in place by Messrs Townshend, Moon, Richards and Jones and built upon by Page, Bonham and later just about everyone else.
These were the bands who combined the wanton violence with better than decent music. How many just had the chaos without the symphony?
A female friend once described AC/DC as sounding like 'a bunch of cavemen banging their drums'. Seems fair, and taps into the male psyche quite well I feel, the primal instincts, like V8s, steak and shotguns.
rar, I feel gnarly!
I'm a keen Rainbow fan, especially up to the LLROR and perhaps DTE albums. I have somewhere in my dusty video collection some lengthy footage of a concert (in germany) with an early lineup, and it is sheer class. I wonder if it is the same as the one you are referring to? Does RB smash up a few guitars in it perchance?
Does everyone not see.
The king is wearing no cloths.
Sure he was a good king, but once the purple kingdom was smite in twain, he ..well, went the way of George III.
Nope, you can't beat Glover, Paice, Lord, Gillian and Blackmore full throttle, but Rainbow (without bungle and zippy) are a sad 3rd rehearsal of a provincial pantomime with all the politics.
Consollation, Dio taught me to drink, BTW
The king is wearing no cloths.
Sure he was a good king, but once the purple kingdom was smite in twain, he ..well, went the way of George III.
Nope, you can't beat Glover, Paice, Lord, Gillian and Blackmore full throttle, but Rainbow (without bungle and zippy) are a sad 3rd rehearsal of a provincial pantomime with all the politics.
Consollation, Dio taught me to drink, BTW
scruffy said:
Does everyone not see.
The king is wearing no cloths.
Sure he was a good king, but once the purple kingdom was smite in twain, he ..well, went the way of George III.
Nope, you can't beat Glover, Paice, Lord, Gillian and Blackmore full throttle, but Rainbow (without bungle and zippy) are a sad 3rd rehearsal of a provincial pantomime with all the politics.
Consollation, Dio taught me to drink, BTW
Rainbow Mk2 rocked. The later ones were the insipid ones.
derestrictor said:
No axe murder, I'm afraid...
Scruff, Dio taught you to drink? Care to expand?
Left school at 15 to play keyboards in a rock band - a Stockport based band called A to Z.
Black Sabbath had just released Heaven and Hell.
Black Sabbath toured Europe to promote it.
A to Z supported.
My first real gig: Stockholm, in front of 28,000.
Got Ronnies phone number somewhere...
scruffy said:
Left school at 15 to play keyboards in a rock band - a Stockport based band called A to Z.
Black Sabbath had just released Heaven and Hell.
Black Sabbath toured Europe to promote it.
A to Z supported.
My first real gig: Stockholm, in front of 28,000.
Got Ronnies phone number somewhere...
Allow me to supply the lace with which to enable your boots' utility...
The phrase involving individuals' worth seems apt, to wit, my own dearth thereof!
You supported Tony Iommi & Co during the H&H tour???!!!???
Er - WHAT?!
derestrictor said:
You supported Tony Iommi & Co during the H&H tour???!!!???
Er - WHAT?!
I can still remember all the words to H&H
err...yes, quite an eye opener!!! Bloody nice chaps, all of them.
I went on to support AC/DC on the American/Asian leg of the tour. I've done loads of other gigs, but tend to keep pretty quiet about that time of my life.
All the stories you hear about bands - most probably true - and maybe toned down (for their parents sake). I'll spend a minute or two to type up some adventures (groupies snorting coke off my cock - that sort of thing), if you like...
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