Playing bedwarmer

There's been a lot spilling from the ol' pie chopper recently and maybe one or two too many of the pies an' all. So I've got some more platters for ya from the good ol' tube with a bit of Elvis 70's style- glam, crap novelty records, a welcome return for Dino (just reading the Tosches biog) and the puppet master that is Leggy Pee (great moniker, gal!)

First outta the traps is perhaps the ugliest bunch of mugs this side of Uggville. The guy with the girls hair and earrings kills me. I have this fantasy Elvis Lp where he records some stuff from the seventies...this is one 'em. These munters are coming up on the rails in Chez Den...

Mud- Rocket

I make no apologies for this stinker of a tune. I recently DJ'd at a dance- craze themed night which featured novelty sides a go-go but thankfully not this one. It's worth watching to see Ted's huge arms flapping in the breeze. This guy's got mits like a wicket-keepers gloves! I wonder what 'Wesley' is like...then again, mebbe not.

Ted Cassidy- The lurch

The mid-60's Dino is unfairly dissed by Tosches and even the early 80's had it's ups in Den's book...(I admit it- I love Cannonball Run...! it ain't no sin to take your skin off and dance around in your bones...!). Anyway, Den's sibling has this side tucked away in the attic and I tried to find the ever elusive 'Shades' but no dice so hear Dean do Motown people...

Dean Martin- The tracks of my tears

A great stage name and Leggy pulling off the difficult trick of making something hard look easy. I'm never sure if the folks get it tho as they fall into the trap of thinking that she's just trotting out some bilge. Judge for yourselves but I like it!

Miss Leggy Pee

The beginning of the end?

So is this the last night of a non- Tory Government? Please not let it be so...I have in the traps a few weird things this week that don't really follow any particular theme. First up is a clip (he cannot be serious! if he is I'll go out on a limb and call him a dumb-ass yank racist!) of Henry Rollins ripping apart Mozza (maybe he had jumped down the worm hole after hearing 'Lighten up Morrissey?), then we've got some of the elusive Sparks/ David Lynch, hillbilly family combo The Toy Hearts who I discovered at my fave dining car in South Derbyshire and finally recent fave Sammy Davis Jr (I snagged 3 LPs from one of my dealers) doin' the best version of 'Hi heel sneekers' I has ever 'erd. Remember folks the 21st century marvel that is Zamzar!

Henry Rollins on Morrissey and Britain

I've been trying to track down some Sparks LP's for a long while and they're rare as hen's teeth. This vid for a track from 'Angst in my pants' features the moustachio one stripping and is directed by David Lynch. What else could Den want? (Maybe a little less of the 80's stadium sound!)

Sparks- I predict

The Toy Hearts- Stronger

Sammy Davis Jr- Hi heel sneekers

Burnt face, Haloumi, Damp and no Sparks LP's...

So on to Nottingham for a long overdue visit for myself and Mark. I'm pleased to report that reem swag was hawled and reeb was consumed (all within the daily allowances!). I'm gonna focus on the US version of 'Pennies from heaven' for you which is housed in a tasty sleeve with pics a plenty and many classy 30's tracks. I can't think of another soundtrack that I have two versions of...haven't seen the flick with Steve Martin tho. Helen Kane sued the producers of 'Betty Boop' for nabbing her act we in turn highlighted that Helen had nicked Clara Bow's...she sure is a hot tomato! And on to Irving- a song I can't hear without thinking of those cute rabbits at the start of 'Everything you wanted to know about sex or were afraid to ask...' I've stuck an extra track on here for you Aaronson nuts...

Helen Kane- I want to be bad

Irving Aaronson and his commanders- Lets misbehave

Irving Aaronson and his commanders- Crazy words, crazy tune

Pennies from heaven clip

What do you keep in a noddy holder?

So I'm back; avoiding that dust cloud by the skin of my gnashers. Plenty O' time to cast the old peepers over many a page so I'm gonna fess up and tell you that the best reads were 'The electric Michaelangelo' and 'Lady Chatterley's lover' by D. H. Lawrence, which appears to be set in my manor. Anyhow, I was reading about Third Man records which sounds like a blast and I came across the great lookin' Black Belles. Anyway, check out 'What can I do' (their debut) but I've included the flip (a cover of 'Lies' by The Knickerbockers featuring a nice surprise halfway through!). I've also got you a classic Northern side that my bro span on Sat down at Chick Habit...I hadn't heard this one for a good ten stretch...And finally a track from Slade from the LP 'Slade in Flame' that I managed to net for a mere £1 from the great Rare & Racy in Sheffield. It's about time I watched that film again...

The Black Belles- Lies

The Sapphires- The slow fizz

Slade- This girl

Fings need to get betta!

So it's the time when a Burly Q hangover kicks in for a few days before I start to prep the next un. Time to perk and ditch the laziness D.I! Anyway it's an all British comedy hero special this week with a smatterin' of questionable sides that suggest that these folks certainly had a sense of humour when it came to their musical taste!

I genuinely got off to the Max Bygraves one this week which has been given some proper hammer since Den's bro stuck this one on a comp for him. Bernard Cribbins is a mildly amusing one; Kenneth Williams is a gag fast and the Bresslaw & Rossiter sides are to be listened to the once before you pop a knitting needle in your lug oles..! Who ever thought them two were good ideas to put out really do need their bumps feelin'! Not arf...

Max Bygraves- Fings ain't what they used to be

Bernard Cribbins- Gossip calypso

Kenneth Williams- Hand up your sticks

Leonard Rossiter- Miss Jones

Bernard Bresslaw- Charlie Brown

A young court wangler

And so off we set to Huddersfield on a cold, wet miserable Yorkshire morning. The faces of our fellow commuters glared at us as we jaw-jawed booshwash about the impending delights to be snaffled up in Harold Wilson's home town. Well it was a literal wash-out with diversions through South Yorks aplenty...I'll try and scramble together some barrel scrapes for next time...

And so on to the tunes...A couple of fairly deranged platters for your lug holes. First up is a slab from the 'King rockabilly' CD about that good for nothin' layabout Annie. Altogether now 'don't work, don't work, don't work', which is a mantra I can certainly subscribe to. Much searching of the net failed to bring up any pics of Mr. Wade....On the other side of the coin we've got PJ with one from 2000. I'd forgot how great this was (and this was before I saw the video!). I bet she didn't get those duds off the peg! And finally another smattering from some scruffy Hippy types called the Blues Magoos who I blogged recently...this is the flip of the equally great '(We ain't got) Nothin' yet'.

Ronnie Wade- Annie don't work

P.J. Harvey- This is love

Blues Magoos- Gotta get away

Den's been digging 'Round the Horne' this week with the fantabulosa Kenneth Williams. There's a whole gammut of clips out there on the tube but it's good to see him sit in for that old fart Wogan on his show back in the '80's. He don't half ramble on and on and on...and that frock of Babs' O.M.G...and the barnet!! There's also a load of ol' hogwash on the Parky show...

Kenneth Williams interviews Barbara Windsor

Kenneth Williams on Parky

Kenneth Williams as Sid Rumpo

I'll have a pint of white lightning, you can keep your frosty jack

So Den and sits and waits patiently for the train that may never come he has to find things to fill in those 24/7. So he's mainly been eating chocolate and watching lotsa films on the one eyed lodger. So this week there's the usual smatterings of goodness from good ol' Uncle D. Plenty to keep you outta trouble and away from the reeb...

You can't beat good ol' Piano Red. Somebody once told me he was an albino black man. I dunno what ethnic grouping he would sit on but this guy surely should be better known than this! He certainly pounds them ten long fingers like a mad-man. I scoured youtube for my fave '1-2-3' but to no avail so you'll have to make do with this version of Carl Perkins' classic slab.

Piano Red- Right string, wrong yo-yo

And for the first time some lily-livered Merseybeat which in the house of Den has aged about as well as a Stilton off the rotten shelf that rolled under the bed on a hot summer's day...that said yup- most of it was cack (and the yanks flipped their wigs for it?). This one is the Macca lookylikey (even down to the Hofner bass) on this Mary Wells cover. Ain't ever heard this one before peeps- fairly competent cover that turns a Motown classic sound as if it's just crawled outta the Mersey tunnel after getting robbed by some scallys.

Tony Jackson- You beat me to the punch

So on to some stereotypes. Hillbillies drinkin' hooch made out in the barn. This is written by the Big Bopper- which blew my mind (has he ever recorded it??). These guys look like they should be workin' at Butlins in those stoopid red coats but we'll let em off for being able to go deep on the 'white lightning' line!

George Jones- White lightning

So I watched this Bergman flick yesterday: Sawdust & Tinsel. There was me declaring it wasn't his usual bleak stuff, that was until a screaming, fat, ringmaster shoots the circus bear! That said Harriet Andersson is in it and led me to think if you could build a time machine that could travel through time and space that would just be the berries! So here you have a clip (not sure what from?) of her backed by some nice Dixieland jazz.

Harriet Andersson- Smokin'

And so to the end...last time I was bangin' my drum about Joe Black and so on to more 'boylesque' (those gals really need to raise their game to enter Den's world any time soon!). I've been trying to describe this half man/ mouse to my sidekick at the day gig but have been struggling all week so we just had to book him for Burly Q. Top- notch stuff that makes the generic tits and tassles tedium look like increasingly so late- noughties!

British Heart Boylesque