It hit me with a wallop! or don't drink the milk

Amidst the gimmicks of DJ sets and the ventures into the wasteland of Elvis' movie-career this blog hasn't had a 'traditional' posting for some months. So it's time to rectify that with a hoovering up of this weekend's purchases from the fandabydozy Vinyl Demand in Sheff (Check it on Twitter and Facebook folks). Much madness abound this weekend with pissed teenagers in town and crawling from Junior without even starting on the craziness in Camden and the misery in Norway.

An amazing unheard track for me from Red Bird's Roddie Joy which took me by great surprise. I would say this is as good if not better than the oft- played out 'If there's anything else you want' and is certainly cut from the same cloth. No Red Bird orig this time but a strange flipping of the orig A's/ B's on the Stardust reissue. The flip of this little bute is the fantastically-titled Mary Wells-esque 'Love hit me with a wallop'.

Roddie Joy- Come back baby
Roddie Joy- Love hit me with wallop

I'm fairly firm on the strange popularity of anything with a latino-beat out there in DJ land. You could play a latino version of the birdy song and the plebs would dance to it! So stuff has to be good to get it's self in Den's good books. This is one such tune which is a great double- header with the non- youtubeable track 'At the party'. Pete Terrace bills himself as the 'King of boogaloo'. Maybe the Fantastic Johnny C might have summat to say about them apples..

Pete Terrace- No, No, No

It's May 15th 1993 and Sheffield Wednesday are playing in their first FA cup final since 1935 and I head off to the Octagon to see PJ Harvey & Gallon Drunk at one of the best gigs I've ever been to. As I mentioned at the start only just snaffled this and as you can see she didn't play it on the night but you'll find it on the B of 50ft Queenie which was the lead off single for 'Rid of me'. I always remember me and Jacqui chucking fags at the bass player from Gallon Drunk (or maybe that was just me); being drunk on cheap cider; and it being blistering hot. Wednesday went on to the lose the cup final folks!

Rid Of Me / Naked Cousin / Primed & Ticking / Highway 61 Revisited / Yuri-G / O Stella / Dress / Wang Dang Doodle / Me-Jane / Victory / Man-size / Snake / Sheela-Na-Gig / 50Ft Queenie / Rub 'Til It Bleeds / Water.

PJ Harvey- Reeling

And so I watched 'Suspicion' after Mark lent it to me following an evening of me looking perplexed as he called everyone 'Monkeyface'. Yup, it was pretty good and Cary Grant was by far the best thing in it but scoot round the innernets and you'll see that the ending that felt like a cop-out really was!

Suspicion trailer

The two-time blogged Nasty is back with the sort of routine that makes you think 'why haven't I seen that before?'. The lady that brought you the car alarm fan dance and the champagne class/ coffee cup routine  brings a fresh twist to the oft- weekoldcorpsestinkingsnoozefest of a fan- dance, which, in the hands of a mere amateur becomes just another chopped-meat face wannabe flailing around like she's trying to take off. I'll not ruin it for you Denettes but watch closely and wait until the very end- Smokin'!

Nasty Canasta- The unknown stripper

Slade in pain

Yup two things this week going down chez Den: Slade and pain. Less of the pain and more of the Slade along with my regular series of returnees. This week including the helmet-wearing Bob Log and NYC burlesker Nasty Canasta.

Another great out-of-reach burlesque performer who makes a welcome return here. You may remember that she did that great fan dance with the car alarms going off??? A nice twist on the old stripping in a champagne glass (I love those Greek key NYC take-away coffee cups- what's that all about??). And I always stand by the mantra that you gotta have big balls to be able to pull off wearing a sequined murkin so to speak...

Nasty Canasta- Insomnia

I'll go out on a limb and say that Slade are the most underrated British band ever. Despite their chart success (6 number ones I think) they are dismissed as a glam rock fad. Anyway, less booshwash about the boys from Wolverhampton from me and more music should do the trick. This band craps from a great height on bands nodding to their influence (from the sublime to the ridiculous read Kiss to Oasis- yes you read that right!). I even have found a penchant for two bookend recordings to their career from '70 & '80. Take it away Nod. The less said Slade II the better...

Slade- The shape of things to come

Slade- How does it feel

Slade- We'll bring the house down

And finally a welcome return for the man with the best schtik in the biz. I still haven't gotten over missing his return to Sheff last year even though I have seen him before 3 times this dude is worth sniffing out. He's the bomb. Great Hendrix homage as well on this US gig poster...

Bob Log III- Wag your tail like a dog in the back of a truck

Fall in and dig the happenings

Another Burly Q is firmily under the belt and with just 6 weeks 'til the next un I gotta start movin'. The ol' idea box has been boxed in by a number of bad cats this week. And in this case bad isn't as good as you could possibly get. Take it away, Den.

So first up this time is the mildly amusing Ruth Wallis who I snarfed up an album called (and I kid yea not) "French postcards set to music". Outrageous I guess at the time this (and the actual vinyl, which sounds more like an LP pressed on wet cardboard) hasn't aged particularly well. I'd like the think the working title for this ditty to the hay parlor was "Beard".

Ruth Wallis- Queer things

I've just finished flicking the paper on Nick Tosches 'Dino'. I asked my sidekick Cherry the other night what she thought a Dean Martin roast was and her reply involved Frank Sinatra and some dumb dolly from the Sands hotel circa 1962. Anyhow, in my head I had visions of Dean and all his show biz pals all scoffing nosh around a big table. We were both wrong it's this bizarro concept...I'm told by Tosches that there was some clever editing going on in some of these as they couldn't get 'em all together at the same time. Avoid the Sammy Davis episode for the usual black and jew gags. This one, however, rips apart America's oldest and most intelligent Prez...Fudge me this Rickles character looks more like the Thing than that bloke who works with my trouble and strife!

Don Rickles on Dean Martin's Roast...roasting Ronald Reagan

I'm a bit hit and miss when it comes to plugging what I dig in the world of burlesk. But with the Burly Q hangover biting my better half pointed me in the direction of the NY- based Nasty Canasta and her fanstastical ginchy fan-dance. I dig it. You should too!

Nasty Canasta- Fan dance