'Bing bing bong, this is Radio Butlin'. Yes, it really happened. We used to go on holiday to Butlins in the seventies, and always had a brilliant time. I'll tell you about it someday, as well as posting more of my surprisingly extensive Butlins postcard collection. Bet you can't wait. But you'll have to, as I'm now on holiday for a bit. Reheating a soufflé is a pretty tricky operation.
Sunday, 2 August 2015
Saturday, 1 August 2015
What We Call The Most
'Look, Mary, no hands!' |
The Little Richard cover puts Cliff back in touch with his rock and roll roots, of course, but it's a slightly daring move as the lyrics are ridiculously and comically lascivious, with numerous metaphors for sexual arousal and climax.
To complement the saucy words, Cliff is given a loping, slightly sleazy arrangement to emote over, full of dirty bass and, yes, prominent horns. In an attempt to temper the relentless smut, a middle eight is inserted where a Hammond organ goes all churchy and Cliff suddenly declaims 'OH, HEAR ME NOW!' as if he were a hysterical evangelist working a tent full of gyrating snake handlers.
Nice one, Clifford, nice one, son.
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