They tell me that to be surrounded by bastards is a good thing

So a bastard, son-of-a bitch from hell week from Den; the likes of which he don't wish to see until he enters the other side...So; Motown, Jessica Harper & Mr. B for yuz.

So I dug this great rare Motown CD and have since been trying to source this one (£100 would appear to be the starting price....so back to the dull cd. This gal was the first white artist on Motown (despite what Kiki Dee) may tell you! The answer record to 'Shop around' is worth a lesson too...As is this jibberish early sixties tune from the swell-named Harvey Fuqua! And to round off an all early Motown special is the Darnells sounding like they've kidnapped Phil Spector at gun point and drove him to Detroit. Well, I guess they did it before he did!

Debbie Dean- Everybody's talking about my baby

Debbie Dean- Don't let him shop around

Harvey- Any way you wanta

The Darnells- Too hurt to cry

So I was recommended this flick by Dan Sette which wasn't bad and featured the unknown what she looks like now-but-would-certainly-build-a-time-machine-to-get-her-back-in-the-early-eighties Jessica Harper...check her as a standard neurotic in Woody's great 8 and a half rip-off 'Stardust memories' as well...though she looks more the berries in this one....But here's a comp by some stalker-type from the tube

Jessica Harper show reel

A welcome journey back into the world of burly/ cabaret with Mr B. The gentlemen rapper. This guy is a frickin hoot that razzes my berries like there ain't no tomorrow. Check him out (prior knowledge of NWA- Straight out of Compton may be required). You gotta doff your cap to any guy who name checks Lapsang Souchong and pokes fun at the up it's own ass game that is cricket!

Mr B. Straight out of Surrey

You got a way of moving awound...

Just hot tracks (and naff but good ones) this week as Den plunges the depths further than even he thought possible. We've got a guy who can't pronounce his "R's", a square and a skeleton in the closet from Bowie.

I've been scratching the idea box since I realised i've never blogged Boyd & his Rockets...possibly the squarest looking rocker this side of the guy who belts out 'Sea cruise'.

Boyd Bennett & his Rockets- Tight tights

Adam Faith- I vibrate

Who said '60's Bowie was a pile of twee, twaddly, hogwash. Not Den! Only listen if you're a fan of 'The laughing gnome', 'The gospel according to Tony Day' and songs of their ilk. It's been a few years since I heard this one on Mark's Bowie barrel scraping tape series! Dunno if this ever saw the light of day back in '68 but here it is...

David Bowie- London bye ta-ta

Side shuffling

So it's Mid- January and I've been neglecting my corner of the web for the last few weeks. So lined up against the wall we have a smattering of youtube clips and some booshwash about Mad Men (Season 3 starts on the beeb on 21/1/10). Oh yeah, and a bunch of cheesy crappy pictures of our musical stars to add to their smokin' tracks!

The search goes on for cheesy images of the Peter Pan of pop...In the meantime the real work...the search for hot slabs keeps chuggin along....snort it up folks!

Cliff Richard & The Shadows- Ain't no turning back

The shot at the beginning of this video flips ol' Den's toupe...it's like '78 porn! That lovely burgendy Peacock label enticing me in...oh, to build a time machine...I tell you, it's hard to find cheesy pictures of a 50's R n B singer looking cheesy...

Big Mama Thornton- They call me big Mama

And so to a complete piss- wet knickers, scream fest from the blonde scouser William Wycherley. I think this may have been his first release. He's one stone cold bastard this dude...that is until the vid cuts short at the end! This is the worse picture I can find of Billy on the whole net...lookin' a bit like Rod Stewart...

Billy Fury- Don't knock upon my door

Absolute hogwash from the future coochie-coochie coo man who stole Dave Berry's act for the glam rock age. Anyway, his 5ft 2" girlfriend is missing...it's as rockin' as it gets in 1961 in Mansfield...top rate! This snap is from an ill-advised stint in Shitty-shitty bang-bang.

Shane Fenton & The Fentones- Five foot two, eyes of blue

And so to season 2 of Mad Men. I've previously raved about this copacetic TV show but this section has seen me tune my peepers seriously into the duds that Don wears on a daily basis! That cat is gone man! Anyhow, that aside- Joan! That girl has got a figure that not only doesnt give up but slaps you with a restraining order and then pees in your petrol tank for good measure. She's one smokin' sock dollager...and on this clip she's sat next to that cat- hound Russell Brand...

Christina Hendricks on the Jimmy Kimmel show