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  1. I remember the days when a mate would recommend a record you’d never heard of or you would read a review of an album that sounded interesting and you’d just go out and take a chance on it. Well record buying has become an expensive game over the years but an old friend, Dermott the former DJ at the legendary J.B.’s in Dudley, recommended this album to me, so I read some reviews and decided I’d give it a go, even at the £30+ it was gonna cost for a record by someone I’d never heard of.

    But I had heard of producer Patterson Hood (he of the Drive-By Truckers). Most of the Truckers make up the backing band on most of this album and Jason Isbell pitches in with slide guitar too on “Dead Confederate” (more of that one later) so there were inklings it could be good. Jerry Jospeh himself is from San Diego and now resides in Portland Oregon. He’s been releasing records since the mid 90’s and Hood and Isbell are long time fans.

    I was quite excited when this record arrived. I’d purposefully not listened to anything (as you can online these days), I wanted that pristine, let’s hear it all for the first time experience. It’s green (the vinyl that is), which looked great as it exited its sleeve for the first time, and first impressions were…well, they were “holy hell, who is this guy and why have I never heard of him before”. Musically there’s nothing wildly earth shattering going on here, it’s acoustic based American rock, what would now be referred to as Americana, but Jerry is an engaging singer and a master lyricist. 

    “Days Of Heaven” fades in on a gently picked guitar before picking up a shuffle beat after the first chorus. This and ensuing songs on Side 1 reference obscure Athens, GA band Bloodkin, towns in Tenerife and New Mexico, Bougainvillea bushes and Mormon cowboys (!) in the mysterious “(I’m In Love With) Hyrum Black”. The meat of this album however lies over on Side 2 and particularly in 3 songs, “Sugar Smacks”, “Dead Confederate” and “Black Star Line”.

    “Sugar Smacks” is seven minutes of Joseph raging about the world around him. Producer Patterson Hood said of it “It might be the most punk rock song I’ve heard in twenty years”. The origins of the song lie in a documentary a friend was making about Joseph when he played shows in “Cambodia, Vietnam, Malaysia and Thailand and then the Middle East – Lebanon, Jordan, Palestine and Israel and somewhere in there we fit in Europe, Mexico and the US. While playing shows in Tel Aviv, the first Hamas rockets hit the city but we went ahead with our shows.” Many of those experiences make it into “Sugar Snaps”. It’s dark and dense and angry and very, very twitchy. The lyrics are almost a stream of consciousness babble and don’t seem to make sense at times, just snatches of images seen, like

    I've seen the Himalayan monks in the Ding Bouche' 

    Watching digital porn on their lightning phones

    And 

    Me too she said , Isis Slavery and genital mutilation 

    Now we're here in a permanent cinder block refugee camp 

    Reading about sexual harassment on the executive level of a Portland advertising agency

    And 

    The cartels are so happy about legal California weed that for 10 fucking minutes they stopped the slaughter and rape of Juarez compañeros 

    Then they quit laughing and went back to stuffing bodies into 50 barrel drums

    And amidst all that doom and gloom there’s a flicker of hope, but it doesn’t end so bright

    Can I get an amen for Johnny Thunders? 

    Can I get an amen for David Bowie? 

    Can I get an amen for Joe Strummer? 

    Oh god, If they could only see us now

    It’s a starkly moving song. As is “Dead Confederate” but in a different manner. This is  a gentle acoustic song with anything but a gentle message. It’s a song sung from the point of view of one of those statues of dead Confederate Generals that still cause many an argument in Southern States of the USA, statues that glorify slavery and the men that fought to defend it (“Standing, I been standing, best part of 80 years, With my Jim Crow benediction, ropes and hoods and local cheer”). But Jerry Joseph isn’t here to defend that but to point out the absurdity of these statues and what they stand for in a time when in Alabama “All I see is project housing, chicken bones and broken bricks”. It’s a harrowing and dark story.

    Which leads into the much brighter “Black Star Liner” which, even as the name may suggest, isn’t about Marcus Garvey’s shipping line but is Jerry Joseph’s tribute to the passing of David Bowie. It’s another random bunch of images of Joseph’s fandom over the years (“Somewhere, lost in between Salvador Dali and tigers on vaseline, Big dreams…Starman waving from the sky”)…heartfelt.

    Were it not for the release of Springsteen’s “Letter To You” this would definitely have been my top album of 2020, but it ran the Boss a very close 2nd. There really is no groundbreaking new style of music here, Jerry Joseph was nearly 60 years old when this record was released (and by looking that up I’ve discovered he has a new album out this year which I must now go investigate) it’s simply an album of well written songs with something to say. Sometimes that’s more than good enough.

    Sugar Smacks - https://youtu.be/xCIygAMldXc?si=F6krN0_1Js_RPuq0

  2. Another of those albums I own purely for one track, in this case it is Tom’s fabulous cover of Ben E King’s Northern Soul classic “I Can’t Break The News To Myself”. Tom’s version is every bit the equal of Mr. King’s but whereas a copy Ben E’s original 1965 Atco 7” will set you back anywhere up to and occasionally over £100 this LP can be found in almost any charity shop in the UK for £2 tops (and if they want more they’re ripping you off !). The other well known track on this album would be the title track, if you heard it you’d know it, believe me.

    Interesting tale…I used to play Tom’s version of “I Can’t Break The News To Myself” a lot when DJ’ing. After playing it once at a local Soul night a chap came rushing up to me saying “Is that off the album ?”, why yes I replied and he countered “I’ll give you £30 for it now”. I could barely get it out of my record box fast enough, before he realised what an eejit he was being ! I think it was in the second charity shop I went into the next day where I found my current pristine copy for the princely sum of £1…

    I Can’t Break The News To Myself - https://youtu.be/c68phYhk9EI?si=8Uwh5WLoOGawgdsR

  3. For his second album LKJ moved to the record label synonymous with bringing Reggae to Britain, Island Records. Chris Blackwell, whose family had relocated from London to Jamaica shortly after his birth, started Island Records in 1959 with recording engineer Graeme Goodall, and producer Leslie Kong. Yes, Island over the years has been responsible for suffering both Jethro Tull and U2 upon the world (we can balance those horrors with Eno’s Roxy Music and the first 3 (proper) Ultravox! albums) but let’s not forget they also gave us Bob Marley & The Wailers, “The Harder They Come”, Burning Spear, Toots & The Maytals, Max Romeo & The Upsetters, Junior Murvin’s “Police And Thieves”, Steel Pulse and now Linton Kwesi Johnson.

    The first LKJ song I remember hearing is this albums first track, “Want Fi Go Rave”, most probably on the John Peel show. I do know I rushed out and bought the single that weekend. The same core is back again with Dennis Bovell and Jah Bunny leading the musicians. Lyrically LKJ is telling the stories of 3 youths who have had to turn to crime due to the lack of opportunities open to them elsewhere

    Mi nah work fi no pittance, Mi nah draw dem assistance

    Mi used to run a lickle racket, But wha, di po-lice dem did stop it

    The hardest hitting words on this album belong to “Sonny’s Lettah (Anti-Sus Poem)”. For those that don’t remember them the UK’s Sus laws (Sus being a contraction of suspect but they came to be known as Search Under Suspicion laws) gave the police the power to stop and search anyone they suspected might have committed a breach of the 1824 Vagrancy Act, a law that made it illegal to sleep rough or beg in England and Wales. Effectively this gave the police the power to stop and search anybody, anywhere, whenever they felt like it, all they had to do was say they suspected you might have done something. It was used extensively to stop black youths in the 70’s and 80’s just because the police could. And it wasn’t just used against Black youths, I can’t count the number of times I was stopped by bored coppers in the early hours in that hot bed of insurrection, Marston Green, for committing the heinous offence of walking home from my girlfriends !

    “Sonny’s Lettah (Anti-Sus Poem)” is a letter from Sonny, who is in “Brixton Prison, Jebb Avenue London S.W. 2 Inglan”, to his Mother. It tells how her two sons, Sonny and his brother Jim, were simply standing and waiting for a bus when a police van pulled up. Out jump 3 coppers, all with batons, and grab Jim saying they are taking him in. Jim protests his innocence and starts to struggle and the police start to laugh. Then Sonny tells his Mother what the police did…

    Dem thump him him in him belly and it turn to jelly

    Dem lick 'im ‘pon 'im back and 'im rib get pop

    Dem thump him ‘pon him head but it tough like lead

    Dem kick 'im in 'im seed and it start to bleed

    Sonny had told his Mother he would look after “lickle Jim” so, seeing his brother getting a kicking from the police, he jumps in to help him…

    So mi jook one in him eye and him started fi cry

    Me thump him pon him mout’ and him started fi shout

    Me kick him ‘pon him shin so him started fi spin

    Me hit him ‘pon him chin an’ him drop ‘pon a bin

    An crash…an dead

    Which is how Jim is charged under the Sus Laws and Sonny is charged for murder, it’s quite the shock when he hits that line “an dead”. Like The Jam’s “Down In the Tube Station At Midnight” and “A Bomb In Wardour Street”, which we talked about a couple of weeks ago, it’s another stark reminder of what a violent place Britain could be in the late ’70’s and early ’80’s.

    “Forces Of Victory” is a less angry and less dark album that “Dread, Beat An’ Blood”. LKJ was still railing against the institutions that were working against the Black communities of Britain just this time with a little more measure and finesse to his words.

    Sonny’s Lettah (Anti-Sus Poem) - https://youtu.be/uKt2piV6U6s?si=7NlcTKBtsTt64cxH