

From "The EP Collection (2004-2005)":
Super Fine!
Spacey ("Wall Of Sound" mix)
Mixing Signals
Mara Mara
Count On Me Now
From "Calling Generation Mojo" (2003):
Calling Generation Mojo
Dawning Of A New Day
Join The World
From "...digital retro..." (1998):
Watching Rainbows
My Dolly
Unfinished Business
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Produced by Paul Epworth, the track features driving guitars from The Enemy, a Beach Boys bassline from Andy Rourke (The Smiths), vocals from Weller and Ditto, thumping beats from Supergrass drummer Danny Goffey, and smooth rhythm guitar from Graham Coxon.
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Origin | Romford, England |
Genre(s) | Mod revival |
Years active | 1979 |
Label(s) | Fiction Records Safari Records |
Website | Purple Hearts |
Former members | |
Jeff Shadbolt Simon Stebbing Bob Manton Nick Lake Gary Sparks |
Purple Hearts were often considered one of the best English mod revival groups. The story of mod revivalists the Purple Hearts begins in 1977 when teenagers Jeff Shadbolt, Simon Stebbing, Bob Manton, and Nicky Lake formed in Romford, Essex as The Sockets in 1978 before they even knew how to play their instruments (taking a cue from the then-prevailing DIY aesthetics of the punk rock movement). They formed for the sole purpose of getting a support slot at a Buzzcocks gig at the East London Polytechic, to debut their tongue-in-cheek Rock Opera Reg. The amused audience took the amateurish teenage punks to their hearts and the group decided to soldier on, even after they had accomplished their original goal. Several gigs followed, including an appearance on a float in the Romford Carnival.
In 1978, their drummer Nick Lake broke his leg and was replaced by Gary Sparks, the band switched their name to Purple Hearts, after an amphetamine-barbiturate mixture popular with the mods of 1960s. Accordingly, they changed their sound from the rough-edged punk rock which was already beginning to fall out of favour to a more mod-influenced sound, which, thanks largely to The Jam, was beginning to capture public attention.
Their biggest hit was their first single, in 1979 "Millions Like Us", which only managed to peak at #57 in the UK singles chart, mainly due to lack lustre marketing from their label, Fiction Records. They following year they issued their debut album, Beat That![1]. But the mod revival craze of 1979 was rapidly dissipating and soon they were dropped from their label. This precipitated an extended hiatus, with bassist "Just" Jeff Shadbolt joining The Rage with Buddy Ascott from The Chords. Purple Hearts resurfaced to release more material in the mid-1980s to mass market indifference before breaking up permanently.
A few years ago, Oasis curmudgeon Noel Gallagher was asked who would be the three people he'd invite to his dream birthday party. "I'd invite Paul Weller, 'cause he makes me laugh; Johnny Depp, 'cause he's me mate. And one of the Spice Girls, to give her a good kicking."
Singularly irritating members of girl bands and Mr Depp apart, I would have had Weller at my dream birthday, too. That was, however, until I met the truculent, thorny, moodmeister in the flesh.
There is certain wisdom in the theory that you should never meet your heroes. Just as Paul Weller met his -- The Who's Pete Townsend in 1980 -- and was disenchanted, to say nothing of disappointed, so was I when I met Weller last summer in Maida Vale in London. Graham Greene said that every successful writer needs a sliver of ice in their heart. And Weller seem to have more than a sliver in his heart. He was monosyllable-friendly and non-communicative as if I was there to ask him for a loan of money.
When I told him that it was Jam albums like Setting Sons and All Mod Cons that made me want to get into writing about music, the former lead singer with The Jam, once the biggest band in Britain, couldn't have been less interested (possibly because I used to write for New Musical Express, his least favourite publication on Planet Earth. More on NME later.)
Weller was still the boy about town, the king of the mods at 49 years of age, but meeting him in the flesh was a letdown. Here was the man whose lyrics had me looking up Shelley, Keats, William Blake and George Orwell in the library in Dundrum after school. That hot afternoon in London, Weller was like an Eastenders' parody of a great rock poet, sipping from his mug of tea, fag in his mouth and not an interesting thought in his head. He seemed cynical about almost everything -- an attitude that was at odds with his music.
Then maybe Weller had good reason to be distrusting of his industry. The Guardian once noted that Weller -- like Van Morrison in my opinion -- "often appears to be holding a large abstract grudge against something that hasn't quite happened yet". In 1995, he was saying that four years ago he couldn't get arrested. As he sang on Has My Fire Really Gone Out?:
"Something real is what I'm seeking
"One clear voice in the wilderness..."
"Now," Weller remembered, "it's people saying, 'Great, always liked your stuff.' That's the nature of the business, and once you understand it, you get on with it. It's quite simple -- you can't trust it."
In hindsight, perhaps that attitude seemed to underline his feelings on what might have been an off day. Or, more possibly, it was me.
But there were occasional moments of inspiration when he talked about how the existential truth of Above The Clouds ("When you're scared of living -- but afraid to die; I get scared of giving") was influenced by Nick Drake and how Liza Radley and English Rose actually existed, the English countryside that inspired the pastoral genius of Wild Wood; and the hymn-like Wings Of Speed being stirred by seeing the painting The Lady Of Shallott at the Tate gallery:
"In dreams, she floats on a stream
"With Jesus at the helm, the water reeds that beg
"Her boat along the way
"As she comes to me . . ."
Like Elvis Costello and Ray Davies, Weller's songwriting is as English as treason. It is entrenched in English culture. Oasis were inspired as much by Weller as they were by The Beatles. Town Called Malice nailed the zeitgeist of Thatcher's Britain as much as Ghost Town by The Specials did. Going Underground, Start! and Beat Surrender were nuggets that emerged out of British working class culture via Stax, Motown and The Beatles.
The John Lennon of the Grange Hill generation has been guilty of romanticising the British working class (Man In The Corner Shop, Eton Rifles, Town Called Malice, Saturday's Kids). And it could be argued that he based his whole career up until the age of 40 on The Small Faces and George Orwell.
But he has written some of the best pop songs about British culture (English Rose, Wild Wood, A Man Of Great Promise, Amongst Butterflies, Broken Stones) since The Beatles. According to The Guinness Book Of British Singles, Weller has had more self-penned hits (55) than anyone bar Paul McCartney (69) and Elton John (62).
He told Vox magazine in 1996 that he can never rest: "I'm always trying to prove myself." That restless quest to do just that has marked his best music from The Jam to The Style Council to his solo work. He might sing like Steve Marriott of The Small Faces channelling Otis Redding on occasions, but in truth the moody magnificence of Paul Weller is a joy to behold. Live on stage with a guitar plugged in and the three-minute mod-pop songs screaming out of him, there are few better performers. Just don't say his rootsy blues puts you in mind of Mr Slowhand.
In 1995, Weller was fired up saying that his music has still got that edge -- 1996 classic Stanley Road proved that beyond dispute -- "and hopefully always will have. And if my music got as laid back as Eric Clapton's, I'd pack it in . . . or shoot myself."
Predictably when good old NME dubbed Weller's 1998 album Heavy Soul "Claptonesque", Weller's response was thunderous. (I would say it's more rhythm 'n' blues-inflected rock of The Who, Neil Young's Harvest Moon with Bobby Womack's Poet 1 thrown in with a bit of the two Steves, Winwood and Marriott.) Weller rang the journalist in question -- Northern Ireland-based Stuart Bailie -- and went through him for a short cut.
This is the One! In September Ian Brown returns to the fray with his best solo album yet. Its his first release since 2004’s ‘Solarized’ and 2005’s ‘The Greatest’ compilation which brought phase one of the Ian Brown’s highly successful maverick solo career to an end. Whilst the first four albums were smart and original with an eclectic flavour, ‘The World Is Yours’ is a very different work. A lush, orchestral workout that recalls Marvin Gaye’s classic ‘What’s Going On’ and Ennio Morricone’s classic spaghetti western soundtracks it comes armed with politicised lyrics and some special guests.
The album oozes a certain maturity and wisdom with Brown at his lyrical best. He’s always had an edge to what he sings about, always been searching, sometimes spiritual, mystical and always been political- that’s the inner punk speaking out. Brown comes from a maverick generation who fought back. You don’t love the Sex Pistols and Bob Marley for nothing, There is a righteousness and a focus about the album that comes from nine months of laying off the weed, Brown himself claims he was determined to get straight and worked his hardest on the record, getting it right, honing down his message. In these crazy times we need clear minds, we need people to speak out. ‘The World Is Yours’ is velvet music packing an iron fist. It punches harder than Ian Brown’s boyhood idols Mohammed Ali and Bruce Lee but this righteousness is bedded in with the lush orchestration that is swooping and powerful- sitting on top of clear-cut grooves.
This is Ian Brown’s breakout record, the one that will define his whole career and finally dispel the myths of his glorious past. Ian Brown comes with a history and its one that has cemented his iconic status for a whole generation. The music has always been great and now it moves up a level. Can it really be 20 years ago since the Stone Roses were Manchester’s best-kept secret.Those underground gigs, those packed Mancunian nights as the Roses created the legend that was about to take the nation. It was a beautiful moment, the eighties had been crap and suddenly here was a band that was going to take the world, their songs were anthems and the frontman was the coolest fucker in town.
Oasis may have stolen the Roses thunder in sales terms but they would always pay respect to the real simian king. Liam acknowledges the Brownman's swagger and the city is still seething with mini versions of the real Manchester icon. Manchester is a city of mavericks and hooligan poets, individuals making their own mad mash up music, Ian Brown is the king monkey of this clan. He got the charisma and he got the talent to pull these unlikely combinations off. The Roses had the world in the palm of their hand, their debut album is still in all those top fives that matter, America was calling, they culd have been the biggest band in the world.
But they let it go, the bond was broken and cynics thought that this was the last we had heard of the errant frontman. However, Ian bounced back with a solo career that confounded the doubters. He kept his edge and his king monkey cool- not even a spell inside Strangeways affected that swagger. Brown gets respect because he cuts great tunes, never sold out and brokes no bullshit whether its in the recording studio or on live TV. He seems to know no fear. Whilst every British band went off and copied the Roses he set of in the opposite direction and invented his own multi cultural polyglot mix of music that has a cutting edge cool to it.
Instead of coasting it with a sub Roses guitar workout Ian went out on his own path. Not so much white indie music this was a multiracial, multi styled modern music. There were distinct flavours of everything in there, from post techno meltdown to hip hop to touches of the Roses melodic guitar with an edge to, well, Ian Brown music. ‘Unfinished Monkey Business ‘ was a gem; funny, dark and charismatic it set Ian up as a solo star with an agenda of his own, answering to no one. The next three albums continued this theme, experimental, ground breaking but always pop armed with a rough edge so often lacking in modern British music- Brown did what the fuck he felt like, born a punk, die a punk- this was the sprit of adventure that punk had promised. The albums showed a restless spirit listening to all the music out there and making his own version of it.
Second album ‘Golden Greats’ was smoother, ‘Music Of The Spheres’ more atmospheric and ‘Solarized’ was the best yet with its super funky urban guerrilla tunes and even touches of mariachi in its make up. Now more than a decade since the Roses bailed out Brown is back with his best solo album.
He’s honed this to perfection now, ‘The World Is Yours’, is the sound of someone at the top of their game. Like a boxer at the pinnacle of his career limbering up at the ringside Brown’s nonchalant swagger and diamond hard attitude are all over the album. Lyrically tough and mature there is a wisdom dripping out of the songs and some great guests calling in to give the album a flavour. Sinéad O’Connor sounds as beautiful and militantly fragile as ever on ‘Illegal Attacks’ which deals with the Iraq. Whilst a couple of ex Pistols lurk around on ‘Sister Rose’. Getting Cook and Jones to play on the album is a dream for Ian Brown. Growing up in the Manchester suburbs his life was changed by the power and attitude of the Sex Pistols, a band whose rebel mantle the Roses readily took on in their brief tenure as the UK’s hottest band. The Pistols pair don’t disappoint, they sound as thuggish and fantastic as they did 30 years ago. When Ian Brown gets guests on his records they give him their best shot. Lets not forget Paul Ryder, the erstwhile brother of Happy Monday Sean, whose loping bass line gives the same two tracks a dirty northern funk. Ian always said that Paul was the greatest bass player in town and Mani would always agree.
When you got one great Manc bass player on your album, why not get another? ex Smiths Andy Rourke plays on ‘Goodbye To The Broken’ and ‘On Track’ in a neat nod to the classic Manchester band lineage. ‘The World Is Yours’ is lush and respectful to the louche sexuality of the groove. Its got attitude with Brown’s husky vocals that combine a very northern in your face attitude with the wisdom of the soul singer, course and affecting they are also Brown’s best vocals yet. A masterpiece, the album is Ian Brown burying all his ghosts and setting the world to rights, making a stand and recording a masterful album. When Geno Washington met the young Brown in 1984 and told the skinny kid that he was a star he could never dream that nearly a quarter of a century later he would cut an album that oozed pure soul class.
'It was like being transported back in time, like being there the first time' - Val Weedon - Small Faces Fan Club
'As far as tribute bands go, they're better than anything I've seen before... Awesome' - John Hellier - Author of Steve Marriott biography 'All Too Beautiful'
'For those of you that never saw the Small Faces live, this is as close as you're gonna get' - Stan Lane - Brother of Ronnie Lane
PLAYBOX THEATRE COMPLETE MUSIC FOCUS TRILOGY WITH CLASSIC 1960S ALBUM FOR 2008 OXJAM EVENT OGDENS' NUT GONE FLAKE BY THE SMALL FACES STAGED AS NEW MUSIC-THEATRE PRODUCTION, Warwick, 21st April 2008
Playbox Theatre is determined to effect young people's lives and aspirations. Each year the company partner Oxfam's Oxjam Music Festival to raise funds for the children worldwide in distress, poverty and dire conditions. An unusual live-stage event based on classic and inspirational albums has been the plan 2006-2008 with The White Album, being followed by Pink Floyd's The Wall with live band Breathe and over 40 young people recreating the epoch's most revered concept album in a two-hour stage show.
To complete this trilogy of works in 2008 and to take a different direction, Playbox Theatre will stage Ogden's Nut Gone Flake – The Small Faces 1968 concept album – as a show for all the family telling of Happiness Stan and his quest to discover the missing half of the moon. With live music from The Small Fakers – the UK's only facsimile Small Faces band, actors, dancers, movement animations and puppeteers from Playbox and a guest narrator (t.b.a.) – the event promises to be unique and it is hoped to raise a substantial amount for Oxjam from the show. Ogden's Nut Gone Flake will premiere on Thursday 20th November with subsequent performances Friday 21st and Saturday 22nd November at The Dream Factory, Warwick.
Director will be Stewart McGill, director of The White Album and The Wall. Production consultants are John Hellier editor of The Small Faces Darlings of Whapping Wharf and Mark Cunningham editor of Total Production International who will provide essential production
and biographical support to the creative team.The Small Fakers will play Ogden's album live each night with an extra set featuring hits of The Small Faces including Itchycoo Park, Tin Soldier, All For Nothing etc.