Alan Fletcher

An interview from a few years back.  Worth reposting, I think.

Alan Fletcher was an original mod in the sixties in Nottingham. A decade later, he worked as story consultant on Quadrophenia. And then, in the nineties, he published three novels – “Brummell’s Last Riff”, “The Learning Curve” and “The Blue Millionaire” – collectively known as “The Mod Crop”, with the central theme of the sixties mod scene. In 2009, “Brummell’s Last Riff” will become a stage production at Nottingham’s Theatre Royal. Rob put some questions to Alan – all about Nottingham in the sixties, his novels and the forthcoming stage show. Along with his views on punk, the Mod Revival and Britpop.

1. Many of us are fascinated by the sixties and in particular the Mod scene back then. The bulk of commentary has concentrated on London. Were there a significant number of Mods around in Nottingham like, say, in London. Or did you feel you were a small pocket of like minded individuals?

There was a thriving Mod scene in Nottingham and all over the county. I remember one Sunday night in the summer of 1965 when there were more than a hundred scooters parked on Stanford Street outside the Dungeon Club. In my early days of mod …in ’64 in Newark, there were only a handful of us and it was like being in some kind of exclusive club…pretty soon though a lot of the town’s youth got the message and the numbers began to swell.

2. What were the big venues in Nottingham in terms of bars and clubs?

There were no Bars as such…the culture and the social landscape of Nottingham (like every city or town then) was radically different in the 60s to what it is now …we used to frequent the pubs and some of the coffee bars and cafes. “The Royal Children” and “The Salutation” were popular in Nottingham…because they were close to “The Dungeon Club” as was “The Sawyers Arms” (where HMV stands now at the entrance to The Broadmarsh Centre) The “Kardomah” coffee shop on King Street was a good place to hang out… along with The “L” Shaped Room on Goldsmith Street (now part of the Nottingham Trent University campus) and “The Belvedere Club” off Fletcher Gate in The Lace market.

3. Which bands did you particularly like?

I got into most of the groups who were in the vanguard of the British Beat and Rhythm and Blues scene in the early to mid 60s…..as there was a healthy touring circuit you could see most of them live for five shillings or seven and sixpence…that’s around 25p to 35p in new money ! I used to like Georgie Fame, Chris Farlowe and The Thunderbirds…Them (with Van Morrison), Who, Small Faces, Rod Stewart in his many manifestations, Long John Baldry and The Hoochie Coochie Men….slightly more obscure were outfits like The Roulettes, who were Adam Faith’s backing group, later to form the nucleus of Argent and I saw a band at The Sherwood Rooms once called The Tea Time Four. …they were a really tight band from London I think…I only ever saw and heard of them the once…now that would be a good research project on Google….. Most of the stuff we we were listening to on records down the clubs ( early Tamla and Stax imports) was really good music to dance to …and that was the criteria really …you liked it if you could dance to it.

4. Over recent years, various outlets have emerged in the city selling classic Mod attire. How easy was it to obtain the Mod clothes in Nottingham in the 60’s?

There were no shops you could say were dedicated “Mod “ shops, that is where you could go into a shop and come out with a complete set of Mod clothes. The scene in the 60s was one where you had to be creative and inventive…you got your stuff from anywhere you could ….and you protected your sources ! It didn’t matter who or what the shop was; as long as it had what you wanted that was fine…you might go to D and P School outfitters, Army and Navy Shops, Sports shops …even Woolworths !! There were a couple of good shops in Nottingham, which had set themselves out to be “modern” and where you could buy good clothes…Jeffs Menswear on Alfreton Road at Canning Circus and The Birdcage” boutique on Bridlesmith Gate were patronised by the Mods..but so were C and A and Milletts.. The boys designed their own suits which could be made by the big chains like Burtons, Hepworths and John Colliers or maybe the bespoke tailors like Hannafords (opposite The Birdcage) There was a mens’ clothing shop on Pelham Street where they guy who owned it used to take a photo of every suit he made for the Mod youths… I can’t recall his name but he went on to work for Ben Sherman…now that photo collection would be some rare kind of window on the local scene in the 60s… …a lot of the girls made their own clothes, as Mod in essence was a very neat minimal style and quite easily “run up” on your mother’s Singer machine…..

5. Let me turn to Brummell’s Last Riff and the rest of the trilogy. There’s a scene that stands out in my mind. Where Rod “The Mod” Stewart is holding court outside The Salutation flanked by Vespas. I assume that was based on a real incident – was that type of incident a regular occurrence?

This was all before stadium rock. Most of the venues were quite “intimate”. The stage at the “Dungeon” was easily accessible from the dance floor and consisted of no more than a raised dais really…in fact when we saw the Small Faces there for the first time we could just about make out the machine head of Steve Marriott’s guitar from where we were standing about 10 feet away from the group. The rest of the band were obscured by the clamouring audience and dancers. Most of the members of the groups who played at the local clubs all used to drink in the pubs in the locality and they all mingled with the Mods…..this was what made that connection…that solid bond … this was all broken when the bands realised they could make more money playing football ground an the like. I recall being with The Nashville Teens one Saturday night in the Sawyers Arms during the break in their set….yes, it was fairly regular occurrence. The incident described in the book would have been typical of what happened regularly … I think most 60s Mods in Nottingham would have what could be loosely termed a “Rod Stewart” story. Many of the people who performed in those early days of their careers weren’t making a great deal of money and a lot, including Rod, would quite often have nowhere to stay after a gig and no spare cash for a hotel and would end up crashing on someone’s floor for the night.

6. When did you write Brummell’s Last Riff and the other books?

“Brummell’s Last Riff” made it into print on the August Bank Holiday of 1995. The Learning Curve” in 1996 and “The Blue Millionaire” in 1998. I’d had the stories of “Brummell” and “The Learning Curve” in my head for years though, before their eventual publication dates.

7. What led you to publish Brummell’s Last Riff in the nineties?

I’ve no idea really !!! It just seemed right the right time…I think there is in fact a right time for most literary or artistic projects…When I was writing “Brummell” for the page I had this feeling that there was something bubbling underneath it…but not something I could put my finger on I had no idea that there was still such an interests in the period or such a wealth of fanzines and magazines still keeping the faith.

8. Is Brummell’s Last Riff your favourite of the trilogy?

To be truthful I like them all. I suppose “Brummell”, being the first born of the Trilogy makes it kind of more special for me…..although I’m told that “The Blue Millionaire” is a better book than the other two, in terms of literary construction etc etc. “Brummell” is probably the most raw of the three……


9. All the novels in trilogy – starting with Brummell’s Last Riff – contain a central point – a particular Bank Holiday weekend in 1964. Is that an autobiographical description of that particular weekend?

All the books are “loosely” based on real life characters…me and a couple of my mates…one of whom I’m still in contact with…most the events portrayed in the books actually happened, although not necessarily to the characters in the book. The incidents may have been from the stories of people we knew at the time or people we knew of. The idea of having a common time frame in all of the books appealed to me. It is not a word for word portrayal of the Bank Holiday weekend of August ’65 but there is, in the “Skegness” sections of all three books a lot of “drama” based on actual incidents… I think in the books what I wanted to try and create was more of an ambience …an atmosphere of what it was like to be Mod out on the streets of England in the mid 60s. Kevin Godley of Godley and Cream read the books a few years back and he mentioned to me in a telephone conversation that reading the books gave him a yearning after that time of life….whether the books are successful commercially or artistically it’s that sort of comment which makes all the hammering on type writer keys worthwhile.. job done !

10. I understand that Brummell’s Last Riff is going to be on stage. Tell me a bit about it.

This really is the story coming full circle. “Brummell” started its life as a visual piece. Last year I went to see a musical at The Theatre Royal, Nottingham, written by Steve Wallis and Joshua Goodman, This was entitled “Make Do And Mend” and was based on Steve’s grandmother’s recollections and experiences in wartime Nottingham in the 1940s. I liked the show and emailed him the following day with the proposition of turning “Brummell” into a musical… the upshot of this is that the musical will premiere at The Theatre Royal, Nottingham on 2nd June 2009 where it will run for a week. The show is titled “Mod Crop – the musical” and will have a soundtrack of iconic songs from the 60s, sung live and also with a lot of underscoring from the actual records themselves. The songs are all well known and part of our collective psyche…not all are pure “Mod” tunes but all are classic 60s songs. We have already cast some of the leads….Mark Joseph is playing the part of Andy (me !) and we also have Dave Berry on board with a cameo performance of “The Crying Game”. Without wishing to sound conceited the story would work with or without the songs If we can get clearance on the ones we want then it really should be quite a spectacle. I have bought a 1965 Lambretta Li 150 series 3 scooter which was partly restored…the guys at Scooter Restorations in Nottingham are currently finishing the project off for me. This will be on stage, along with Dave Wyburn’s “Quadrophenia “ Vespa – VCB 160 (Sting’s machine). There is a web site for the show currently under construction, to be finished shortly – http://www.themodcrop.co.uk/

11. Tell me about your role in Quadrophenia.

Well it all started with a film script I’d written in the mid 70s. This was called “Two Stroke Sonata” and was in fact the first incarnation of “Brummell”. I had tried to get it produced on TV, with some encouraging “reviews” but with no offer of production. I saw Townshend on television one night and he was saying they were getting into films so I sent the script down to him asking him if they were able to produce it. I put a PS on the letter saying I could write them a script for “Quadrophenia” if they were interested and that’s where it all started. To cut a long story short I was credited as a story consultant on the film and also wrote the Corgi novel which tied in with it.

12. Did you and the rest of those involved anticipate it would be such an iconic film?

No. I had no idea that it would become so huge. I thought the album was just so atmospheric. It had that feel about it and the photos in the booklet which accompanied the original album were so perfect a re-creation of “the look”. “Quadrophenia” seems to have slipped into the nation’s collective psyche. Everyone of a certain age seems to have a spot for it in their lives. I think it will remain a near perfect study of growing up and all the attendant adolescent pressures…from peers, from society. There is a web site in America, apparently, which regards “Quadrophenia” as akin to the Bible ! ..and this is despite all the chronological mistakes and continuity gaffs in the film. It was the class of ’79 made good, when you consider the careers of the actors involved with it.

13. What did you think of punk?

I thought it was just fantastic. Although I was a tad too old to be actually involved in the scene I followed it quite closely….there are so many analogies to be drawn between Mod and Punk. In essence Punk captured that same spirit of inventiveness that drove Mod forward in the 60s but with the attitude levels ratcheted up a lot more. The beautiful Punk priestess in a black bin liner was living a life parallel to the cool Mod diva dancing in a long leather coat. I thought it was a real breath of fresh air after the excesses of Glam Rock in the early 70s…in much the same way as the new British “R and B” and beat groups blew away the sanitised pop of the late 50s and early 60s. I was able to pitch in my two penn’worth about Punk in “The Learning Curve” – the second book in the trilogy. In fact I have been criticised for not putting enough about the new wave of Mod in the “Curve” ……

14. As an original sixties Mod, the 1979 Mod Revival, stemming from both punk and Quadrophenia, must have an interesting development. What was your take on it?

I overheard a conversation in a pub shortly after “Quadrophenia” came out in which this guy was saying that the Mod revival movement was engineered by all the Army and Navy type stores to sell more fishtail parkas!! I don’t subscribe to that view !!! The Jam, when they first came out, were almost note for note Who but they evolved and made it happen for a new generation faith keepers. I know many people of my generation can get so “sniffy” about the new wave of Mod…. but it’s all a matter of what gets you through your life. Some of the pseud journalists who have written so vitriolically about bands like Secret Affair and the rest of the tribe have probably never experienced their breast bones being vibrated by the notes in a buzzing bass guitar riff. When it came around again it was…had to be…. different from the experience in the 60s…times had changed social attitudes had altered. The landscape was different. At the end of the day it was a group of young musicians telling the story of their generation’s life…..this is a time honoured tradition from the medieval troubadours through to Cold Play.

15. For many who weren’t there in the sixties, the Britpop phenomenon appeared to contain definite Mod elements. Would you agree?

Yes undoubtedly. Again it was a peculiarly British thing …a mirror to the working class credentials of Mod in the 60s. The Blur / Oasis axis springs to mind. The Britpop scene was again reflecting the times…you keep coming back to Peter Meaden’s epithet…”trying to live cleanly under difficult circumstances.” Oasis, and their association with Weller, were probably the most closely allied with the spirit of Mod in whatever decade….although the notion of the Gallaghers as Mod fashion icons is not something I’m too comfortable with… I like their music though.

16. The Mod influence appears to have continued to this day. Bands like The Small Fakers, The Carnaby’s from Leicester, and Nottingham’s own Censored – to name but three – are flying the flag. Are there any current bands you would mention?

Now this is where I do sound like a really boring old fart and so out of touch with the culture of youth as it is these days……I don’t have much knowledge of current Mod bands… I have performed on stage with Paul Hooper- Keeley’s “Threads” a few times , including a gig at The Small Faces Convention at The Ruskin Arms in Manor Park and I’ve appeared on the same “bill” as Mark Joseph…..apart from that you could write all I know about the current Mod music scene on my bus pass…… but who knows….. all that could change in the not too distant future?

17. What does the future hold – are you planning more writing?

The show is taking up quite a bit of time at the moment…the script is completed and the couple of “read throughs” so far have confirmed its on the pulse of the period….although when you start rehearsing then you really start writing !! There will be a couple of exhibitions to tie in with the Musical next year…one at Newark Millgate Folk Museum and the other in the foyer of Nottingham Central Library on Angel Row. The Newark exhibition will have more space so we are aiming to make this a rather quirky and eclectic showing of Mod…not just throwing in a couple of scooters and mannequins decked out in Mod gear….. and it won’t just be 60s Mod. I have enough material to make the Trilogy in a quartet …and the time is right to look back on the ‘90s – which is the period in which the main part of the fourth book would be set (again flashing back to August 1965). There are a couple of other things in my head. One of them is a “time slip” story set in Italy and revolving around Mod. However whether any of these ideas will materialise is in the lap of the Gods……..

Ian McLagan

From the archive:

It isn't always easy to remember when a musician first found his way into your consciousness.  With Ian McLagan, I can pinpoint almost the exact moment.  It was approaching 8 o'clock on Thursday 7 October 1971.  The first single I bought, Rod Stewart's timeless classic Maggie May, was enjoying the first of a five week stint at number one and I was enthralled by the shambolic scene of The Faces loafing around the Top Of The Pops stage.  Among the troubadours, was the organ player, with a perfect black barnet, sitting quite still, occasionally mouthing the lyrics.  He was undoubtedly the coolest of the lot, the kid in the playground who everyone wanted to emulate, playing the keyboards in his own peerless manner, adding the glue to the various elements of the tune.  Years later, I would marvel at the keys on that song.  They are the bit that you don't notice at first, yet are crucial to how the whole song fits together.

And so it was elsewhere.  If you love your music, you will dig a bit further and keep on digging.  So I soon found out that three of The Faces had been in another band, The Small Faces, that Mac (as he was known) had joined them around 1965.  He had been a key element of the gang that had lived for a period at 22 Westmoreland Terrace, Pimlico and produced some of the most memorable tunes of the sixties. Before that, he had been a member of The Muleskinners and The Boz People (with future Bad Company member Boz Burrell).

You don't have to listen to too many records to gain an understanding of Mac's influence.  From the music hall flavour of Lazy Sunday, to the soulful vibe of The Faces' Glad And Sorry, and the wistful brilliance of Debris, his playing is integral.  His contribution to other bands' work, particularly The Rolling Stones, is also significant, for example the electric piano on Miss You from Some Girls.

But Mac's influence surpasses that of a musician.  As soon as the news of his passing emerged, Facebook and Twitter were full of tributes to the man.  Many people had a story to tell about meeting him, of how he took time to talk, of his generosity and warmth.  He was no aloof rock star but someone who loved people, took his fans for who they were and spoke to them on the same level.

I met him a few years ago after a gig by his band, The Bump Band, at The Maze in Nottingham.  I spoke to him after the gig, he signed an autograph, and answered my questions about his music and the bands he had played with.  One question had been at the back of my mind for years.  Its the sort of trainspotterish question that only the true fan has any interest in.  It related to the line in Debris when Ronnie Lane sings about "that old familiar love song", which he would hear "at the top of the stairs".  Which song was he talking about?, I had wondered.  Was it a specific one?  Early Tamla Motown?  Or Stax?  Or, probably (given its author's age) something much earlier?

I asked Mac this question, half expecting him to laugh.  He didn't.  He spoke, matter-of-fact, like it was the most obvious question in the world.  "He never knew", he said.  "He'd sit there and his Dad would come in, whistling this tune.  He never knew what it was.  But it stuck with him all his life".

What a star, I thought that night.  Here is a man who has played with the vast majority of the true greats and he's answering questions from a punter he's never met before, talking as if you've known each other for years.  And, judging from the comments on Facebook, I wasn't the only one.

A brilliant account of his life and times is contained in his autobiography All The Rage, which comes strongly recommended.  And then listen to the musical legacy - the instrumental Grow Your Own ("people ask why I never play it, he said that night at The Maze - it was a jam!"), the title track on Ogdens' Nut Gone Flake, the introduction to Love Lived Here, the peerless beauty of All Or Nothing and The Autumn Stone, the playful mood of  You're So Rude.

Mac was a musical presence whose loss has genuinely made the world an emptier place.  It would be nice to think that he's up there somewhere, right now, jamming with Steve Marriott and Ronnie Lane. That's a thought to conjure with.

Ian Patrick McLagan, Born Hounslow 12 May 1945 - died Austin, Texas 3 December 2014, RIP.

Quadrophenia Documentary

Iconic is an over-used word. It should be reserved for only the most culturally significant. Bobby Moore holding the World Cup, Andy Warhol's picture of Marilyn Monroe, The Sex Pistols at the 100 club. You can add to that list The Who's 1973 Quadrophenia double album.

I got my copy more Christmases ago than I dare remember and I still have it, battered, after years of use. It would not be overstating the case to say that it is one of the key albums of my life - and that it still sounds as good today as it did back then, in fact, if anything it has grown in stature and resonance over the years. Its existential portrayal of a sixties mod, fuelled by adrenalin and purple hearts, confused by the world around him, has a universal potency that each new generation can lock into. A little like On The Road, or The Catcher In The Rye, or Absolute Beginners.

I recently caught a screening of a documentary that originally aired some years ago on BBC4. Another viewing is well worth it. The documentary takes you through the album - its conception, creation, execution - through the eyes of its auteur, Pete Townshend. There are contributions from, amongst others, the man whose vocals never sounded better than on this record, Roger Daltrey, Who aficionado, Mark Kermode, Ace Face and legendary Who fan, Irish Jack Lyons, Townshend's former flatmate and author of the book "Mods", Richard Barnes, and manager Bill Curbishley. The input from recording engineer Ron Nevison, writer Howie Edelson and photographer Ethan Russell (who took those timeless pictures that accompanied the album) was particularly illuminating. And the inclusion of Maxine Isenman and Julie Emson - the mod girls who appeared in those photographs - was inspired.

Sadly, Terry Kennett - the "mod kid played by Chad" - could not be represented in person, as he passed away in 2011. His presence in those photographs was central. But there was a significant degree of commentary on his behalf, in particular from Isenman, Emson and Russell. The documentary told us how he was discovered by Townshend, a little bit of his background and how he was almost forced to be elsewhere during the shooting. He "stole a bus", as Russell explained, along with a description of how his commitments with The Who led to him being let off at his subsequent court appearance.

Among the points of interest were the fact that the first piece created for the Quadrophenia project was the short story that appeared on the cover of the album, which Townshend wrote one afternoon at his home by the river. I always thought that short story augmented the double album perfectly and set the scene neatly for the music that was to follow. It was interesting to hear about the personal interaction within the band, as well as the isolated vocals and instrumental parts, a good example of which is the riff of 5.15 in its naked form, with the horns (that were such an important part of the overall feel of the album) stripped away. And the conversation about the mod scene involving Lyons, Barnes and Townshend was invaluable, as was Lyons' visit to the legendary Goldhawk, where the band played many of their early shows.

Then there was the tomfoolery of a certain Mr Moon, along with a priceless anecdote about the invoicing arrangements for his Rolls Royce. "What was Keith Moon like in 1973?", asked Daltrey. "A little bit more drunk than in 1972". He added that Moon was "at the top of his game" in 1973/4. Few Who fans would argue with that.

Overall, the documentary is well worth watching for both Who devotees like me and anyone who has an interest in the album.

"Zoot suit, white jacket with side vents....".

Keep The Aspidistra Flying

WARNING - CONTAINS SPOILERS

Re-read George Orwell's Keep The Aspidistra Flying recently. Orwell may be best known for 1984 and Animal Farm but he wrote a huge amount of other fiction and non-fiction which has a resonance today. Sandwiched between A Clergyman's Daughter and The Road To Wigan Pier, Keep The Aspidistra Flying from 1936 addresses that age old dilemma for the creative free spirit - do you sell out and work for "the man", or keep your dreams alive and live in penury?

The novel's main character (hero or anti-hero?) "aged twenty-nine and rather moth-eaten already" Gordon Comstock is a poet who has had one slim volume "Mice" published, to decent reviews, and is living in his garrett (Orwell describes the squalor in some detail) "working" on his next project, the sprawling, unrealised London Pleasures.

More importantly, Gordon is at war with "the money god". He has come to the conclusion that everything in society comes down to money. You can't function without it and it has a power over you which goes beyond its mere worth. Orwell effectively describes the benefits, social and practical, that come from money. "Money and charm; who shall separate them?".

Gordon eschews the whole materialist, money-orientated world of western civilization. Perhaps in sixties London, he might have met up with some like minded spirits, hung out with the beautiful people in Ladbroke Grove or crossed the Atlantic and sold London Pleasures for a room at the Chelsea hotel. He would also have had a welfare state to fall back on. But the nineteen thirties were not like that. He was on his own, his alternative to be one of the army of "clerks scurrying underground like ants into a hole...newspaper in left hand, and the fear of the sack like a maggot in his heart." And later "Did THEY know that they were only puppets dancing when money pulled the strings?".

He has given up a "good job" at advertising agency the New Albion, and despises the crude advertisements he sees on billboards. His loyal yet despairing girlfriend Rosemary doesn't understand his motives. His friend Ravelston, a wealthy dabbler in aesthetic and socialist issues, publisher of "alternative" magazine The Antichrist (in the sixties it might have been Oz or IT and he would now be described as a champagne socialist) helps him where he can. But nothing can lift him out of his squalid life except money and the power it brings.

And he rejects money. The very notion of it.

Some of Keep The Aspidistra Flying has dated over the decades. But there is much that resonates with the contemporary world. There are the clerks in fear of the sack, people underselling themselves and the all pervading temptation of money as glamour. And the night in the watering holes of central London, going from pub to pub, could almost have been written today. Orwell was certainly an aficionado of the English public house (see his essay The Moon Under Water) and he conveys the bonhomie of pub culture admirably.

There are also hints of ideas that, for Orwell, would develop into something bigger. The advertisements on city walls that influence opinion, the power of the corporate organisation over the individual, who can easily be crushed by the might of the corporation, the downtrodden masses in the city's outer limits (echoes of the proles in 1984?). Gordon Comstock and Winston Smith inhabit the same section of society; the salariat lower middle class, and each are as vulnerable as each other, in their own way. (Gordon does, of course, reject the notion of a salary. But the crucial point is that it is his choice. A return to his natural place in the social order is for him to choose, should he ever decide to do so).

Fast forward almost a century. There are millennials taking jobs for which they are overqualified, unable to find deposits for mortgages. Office workers in fear of takeovers and redundancy. Billboards offering the temptation of the latest fad. And the pile of papers that formed the manuscript London Pleasures put me in mind of Benjamin Trotter's life's work in Jonathan Coe's latest novel Middle England.

"There will be no revolution in England while there are aspidistras in the windows." You could substitute various phrases today. "Sky boxes underneath televisions", "talent shows on TV screens", "digital downloads for instant purchase". Pick your own.

And read Keep The Aspidistra Flying to see which choice he takes.

The Studio 68

From the archive:

On the face of it, there wasn't much to shout about in mid-eighties Britain.  The economy was in dire straits, the national football team had given up winning and the charts were full of uninspiring dross.  Sound familiar?  There was, of course, another side.  If you dug a little deeper, as the clued up always do, you would find a healthy underground scene.  There were bands like The Moment, Makin' Time and Prisoners, who had their own vision of how life could be.  Those bands should have been huge.  And in a world that valued quality, they would have been huge.

There is another name to add to that list.  The Studio 68! were equally one of the torch bearers, lighting up the musical and sartorial skies in Camden and beyond in the years around 87-88.  Led by soon-to-be-Britpop-chronicler, Paul Moody (and inspired by the events in Paris in May 1968 - hence the name) they were purveyors of full-on rhythm and soul, delivered with nonchalance, panache and a social eye that took few prisoners.  Tunes such as Closer Than Close and The Next Time ("where will you, where will you be?") observed life as it was lived, with the sharpness and reality of kitchen sink drama put to the hammered chords of a Rickenbacker and the soulful vibe of a Hammond.

I remember a particular show they played at an underground club in Brussels in November 1987.  They blew the night away.  Paris Mods, Brussels Mods, London Mods alike.  It was a true trans-Europe party. A roller-coaster to a cross-cultural melting pot of Tamla beats, sta-prest strides and dancefloor-friendly loafers.  A true vision of how the world could be if it was looking - and moving - in the same direction.

Then the inevitable happened.  The band moved on.  Retaining the dynamic partnership of originals Moody and drummer Simon Castell, they revised, regrouped and re-wrote.  The old songs left the playlist.  New ones were added.  And then, in 1992, they recorded their debut album.

The fact that it has taken over two decades for Portabellohello to be released, says a lot about populist priorities.  Like their contemporaries, the band should have been massive and this album should have been on every stereo in Britain.

But its with us at last and for that we have thank the Paisley Archive imprint of Detour Records.  First impressions are of an assured debut, one that brought together all the influences of their formative years and blended them in a way that anticipated the mood that was, in a couple of short years, to be known as Britpop.  You could say they invented Britpop, in fact, if you wanted to.

There are nods towards psychedelia here, with inspirational guitar patterns (Windfall), punk rock anger (Pop Star's Mansion), and socially-observant pop (Afternoon Sun/Portabellohello/Doubledeckerbus).  Then there is the issue of identity and the yearning for independence (The Other Me/Get Out Of My Hair), the bittersweet relationship (Goodbye Baby And Amen), and the intriguingly androgynous title (He's My Sister).  And their ability to deliver a perfect cover should not go unmentioned - in their early days, they played a full-on rendition of The Spencer Davies Group's Gimme Some Lovin', here the choice of Python Lee Jackson's In A Broken Dream is equally inspired.  It is all delivered amongst a maelstrom of Hammond-soaked beauty, which interplays with hard-edged guitar, no more so than on the closing tune, How To Succeed In The Music Business.

Portabellohello is a fusion of youth, anger and belief, combined with an innate understanding of the importance of the pop record and how it can reflect contemporary life.  Ray Davies meets Holland-Dozier-Holland, after a pint with Pete Meaden, perhaps.  And then there is the urgency.  The fact that it was recorded in just two short weeks adds to the potency and the power of the album.

This is a modern classic - and an essential purchase. The Studio 68! invented Britpop, after all.

Faces

When Steve Marriott left Small Faces in 1969, the remaining three members - Ian Mclagan, Ronnie Lane and Kenney Jones - were keen to carry on. Their first step was to get together with ex Jeff Beck Band bass player Ron Wood, who took over the lead guitar role. At the time, they intended to undertake the vocals between the four of them. But that wasn’t bargaining for the arrival of Wood’s erstwhile colleague, the former lead singer with Jeff Beck, a certain Mr Rod “The Mod” Stewart.

And what a laugh they had on the way. Rod would come along to listen to early rehearsals and, after a while, Kenney Jones asked him to see how the band would sound with him on vocals. The rest is the stuff of legend. After an initial incarnation as Quiet Melon (which also included Ron Wood’s brother, Art) they adopted the name “Small Faces“ and then “Faces”. Their first album was released in 1970, entitled “First Step”. It was a promising start, containing tunes that stand up well to this day, in particular the ballad “Flying” and the excellent “Three Button Hand Me Down”, a rocking number which tells the tale of a young man’s first suit.

It was followed in 1971 by “Long Player”, which boasts songs as strong as “Bad ‘N’ Ruin” - a prodigal son for the late twentieth century, “Sweet Lady Mary” and one of the late great John Peel‘s favourites “Had Me a Real Good Time“. In fact 1971 was to be Faces’ year. And Rod’s. Not that the two were mutually exclusive, but they were moving in that direction.

At much the same time as Faces were signed to Warner Brothers, Rod got himself a solo record deal with Mercury. The result was that throughout the band’s career, there was the unenviable position of Rod recording his solo material whilst at the same time playing and recording with Faces. And it was to be in his solo capacity that he met with success. His solo single “Maggie May” (ironically initially the b-side of “Reason To Believe”) topped the chart for a number of weeks in the Autumn. It was taken from the album “Every Picture Tells a Story”, and - like the rest of the album - featured Faces, as well as other musicians such as Martin Quittenton, who co-wrote “Maggie May”. An early champion was John Peel, who sat in on mandolin on the band‘s performance on Top of the Pops - an event that is etched in the collective memory of a generation.

The success was followed by a band single, perhaps their finest hour “Stay With Me”. A fast rocker, the song is an arrogant strut of the male libido, perfect for the band’s boozy, “laddish” image. They were to the early seventies what Oasis were to the nineties. And they did it with style. The single was taken from their album “A Nods as Good As A Wink To A Blind Horse”, their finest hour. It also included “Stay With Me”’s b-side, “Debris”, a beautiful Lane composition, which he sang lead vocals on, augmented by a haunting backing vocal by Stewart on the chorus - perhaps the best song written about a father and son relationship.

Their live performances were legendary. Ramshackle, fuelled with copious amounts of alcohol, they often ended up as a sing-along, with more than a nod to the tradition of music hall which had been influential to both Stewart and Steve Marriott.

But it couldn’t last. Nothing as great as Faces lasts forever. With Rod’s solo success, there was an inevitable tension within the band. Faces were increasingly seen as his backing band - a travesty of the truth - and this was sadly to be ultimately the root cause of their demise. The band’s final album was “Ooh La La”, released in 1973, with Ron Wood on vocals on the title track (supposedly because Rod was absent). The album produced some memorable tracks, such as the hit “Cindy Incidentally” and “Borstal Boys”, a classic hard rock number . But it wasn’t long before Lane decided that enough was enough, leaving to form his own band Slim Chance. Faces recruited Tetsu Yamauchi from Free on bass, who played live and on the singles “Pool Hall Richard” and “You Can Make Me Dance Sing And Anything”.

But without Lane, the soul of the band had gone. In 1975, it all came crashing down. Wood joined the Rolling Stones and Rod left for America to pursue his - increasingly bland - solo career. A moment in rock history was over. But what a moment it was. Faces were one of the maddest, booziest, coolest bands that ever lived. They created a genre of their own. They were inspirational and continue to sound great today.

Small Faces

It is often stated that Small Faces were the ultimate mod band. They had the threads, the look, the attitude. And some fantastic tunes to boot. Unlike some of their peers, they were mods before they came together, the real deal. It is likely that this fact alone accounts for their authenticity and enduring fascination.

They were central to the London of the mid sixties. And like many great bands, they have their legends - particularly front man, East Ender Steve Marriott. How he used to busk at bus stops with a ukulele as a boy, starred as the Artful Dodger in the original version of Lionel Bart’s “Oliver” (it was here that he made his first record) and set fire to a building at school, after which his mother enrolled him at the Italia Conti Drama School. And how he and fellow cockney Ronnie “Plonk” Lane met in the J60 music shop, where Steve was working, in 1965. Ronnie was looking for a bass. He found much more.

Both Marriott and Lane had played in bands already, Steve in The Moonlights, Ronnie in The Outcasts. They clicked immediately. Ronnie took Steve along to a gig which his band of the time, The Pioneers - who had a drummer called Kenny Jones - were playing. Steve and Ronnie consumed copious amounts of whisky. And when Marriott joined the band for a jam, it was a complete riot, which led to the destruction of a piano. The result was that The Pioneers were no more and the three of them decided to get a band together themselves.

With the recruitment of keyboard player Jimmy Winston (who Steve knew from the J60 music bar) the first line up of the band was complete.  Small Faces, as they were now known, on account of the height of the three founder members, embarked on various dates and were soon signed up by Don Arden, one of the key London figures of the sixties. As well as expense accounts at some of London’s most exclusive boutiques, they acquired a record deal with Decca and released their seminal first single on 6 August 1965 - the hard edged mod classic “What’cha Gonna Do About It”. It reached number 14 in the charts.

There was soon a change of personnel, with ex-Boz and the Boz People keyboard player Ian McLagan replacing Jimmy Winston. The reasons for the change are still debated to this day, although Winston was accomplished musically - especially on guitar - and had significant stage presence. The band continued its development and with both lineups produced some of the most accomplished and full on R&B ever played in the UK".  Listen to tunes such as “Shake” and “Come On Children” to get a feel of what their live show was all about. As well as Hammond instrumentals like “Grow Your Own”. And they unleashed singles such as “Sha La La La Lee“, “Hey Girl“ and “My Minds Eye“, along with an album “Small Faces“.

This creative period arguably reached its pinnacle with their anthemic number one in August 1966 “All Or Nothing”, which was released on 5 August 1966, just a day short of a year (and a World Cup win) after their debut. It remains for me one of the defining moments of the band‘s career. But things were starting to cool with their management. There were financial arguments and they wanted more say in their creative output. In 1967 The Small Faces signed for Andrew Loog Oldham’s agency and Immediate record label. It was here that they developed their style, as they focussed less on playing live and more on their new found freedom in the studio. Their first single for Immediate was brilliant. “Here Comes The Nice” a drug referencing anthem, one of their most enduring tunes.

It was followed by a succession of classics. "Tin Soldier" was one of their towering achievements, an inspirational piece of soulful rock, with P P Arnold on backing vocals. "Itchycoo Park" became the band’s most famous tune, finding its way onto a host of compilations, in spite of its obvious drugs overtones. And then came their finest hour. "Ogdens’ Nut Gone Flake" came packaged in a replica tobacco tin and was perfect for the Summer of 1967. In the wake of Sergeant Pepper, the concept album was the flavour of the period. "Ogdens’" told the story of Happiness Stan who was looking for the far side of the moon.

The music was perfection. The title track always sounds to me to be perhaps the first acid house tune. “Lazy Sunday” had its roots in the music hall song. “Happydaystoytown” was pure cockney singalong. “Afterglow (Of Your Love)” , “Song Of A Baker” and “Rollin’ Over” have gone down as gems. “Ogdens’” was a milestone in rock music, combining psychedelia with pure English eccentricity. It sounds just as good all these years later.

But things could not continue on a high. Although Immediate released one more album, a compilation of old and new songs, as well as the single “The Universal”, there were frustrations at not being able to play later “Ogdens” tracks live. And Marriott wanted to play real R&B again. He suggested that they should bring The Herd’s Peter Frampton into the band but this idea was rejected by the other three. Neither did he feel the band was playing together well live - with the result that stormed off stage at London’s Alexandra Palace on New Years Eve 1969, leaving the other three to play with Alexis Korner. Soon afterwards, Steve left The Small Faces and formed Humble Pie with Frampton.

The rest, as they say, is history. Immediate cashed in on the final recordings and released “The Autumn Stone” as a single. The other three looked for a new future. Sadly neither Marriott nor Lane are with us any longer. Steve died in a house fire in 1991, Ronnie was finally unable to fight his crippling illness, multiple sclerosis, which was diagnosed on 1981, and died in 1997. Both are greatly missed by music lovers everywhere.

But back then in 1969, a year that seems an age away to us early twenty first century ravers, it was destined to be different. A new world was waiting as on the scene appeared two spiky haired former mods. Each had a taste for alcohol. Each wanted to have it large. And in the end they did. But that is another story.