John Peel:
He's not as well known as he should be because he's not the sort of
person who seeks after publicity. He's not groovy, he's not pretty,
in fact he's the sort of person who might play right-half for Sheffield
Wednesday. That's another thing I like about him, he's very honest and
straightforward. I don't know whether his first record was a commercial
success but it was certainly an artistic success.
We only listened
to the first side but I know the tracks on the second side because he
recorded them for Top Gear. One of them, Pictures of Scarborough, is
being used as the theme of a programme on Yorkshire Television. It was
one of the best tracks we had on Top Gear last year.
circa 1969
I'm immensely surprised
by Michael Chapman's 'Fully Qualified Survivor', it's certainly the
best of these five albums and the most satisfying collection of good
songs on an album in months. Although his material occasionally appears
introspective and even morose, they are such superb examples of the
best in their field that nothing, but nothing, should prevent you from
listening good and hard to his music. Apart from swinging his way through
straight instrumental acoustic numbers like Naked Ladies and Electric
Ragtime, and the twelve string, bottleneck thumping of Andru's Easy
Rider, he has used Mick Ronson on lead guitar, Rick Kemp on bass and
Blue Minks' Barry Morgan on drums to lend himself the necessary weight
for stunning numbers like Soulful Lady. The tight solid sounds that
these four guys get on the grittier stuff is nothing short of amazing.
Mick Ronson uses his machinery like an expert veteran, though he probably
is a expert veteran, although I can't place him. Stand up Mick and identify
yourself. At times they swing so well that I'm reminded of the empathy
that few groups apart from Cream have managed to get. It's incredibly
difficult to convey the atmosphere that this guy manages to create in
almost every one of his songs, his steady use of long, strong, strung-out
melody lines delivered in an edgy laconic drawl is initially tedious
but beautifully amusing once you get to the idea behind the form. Aviator
is admittedly bleak commentary, stark, repetitive and hypnotic but none
the less essential...
Paranoid but effective,
it swells and thuds away, joined later by violin and cello sympathetically
played by Paul Buckmaster and Johnny van Derek. Mick Ronson's guitar
does tend to intrude now and again on Stranger In The Room, but I suspect
that the voice was dubbed on over the backing track, not very well at
that, hence the weird delayed echo effect that happens at times. Technical
faults aside it's another good track but then they're almost all good.
I'm beginning to get surprised and embarrassed by my own enthusiasm;
it is however a minor masterpiece and one listen to it would serve to
convince almost every discerning listener of its undoubted worth...
(who wrote all this pretentious bullshit?) Soulful Lady is a chick's
number all the way. I'm assured by someone who ought to know about these
things that every lady who doesn't spend her day being bored and her
nights being cool will, after one listen, hold her chin up, wiggle her
ass and feel real foxy. I can dig that, play it to your mum. If someone
with a benevolent bent (more pictures to conjure with) would like to
let me know where Michael Chapman is, and what, if anything he's doing,
I'd like to see him in concert sometime.
Triste
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