The Sons Of Adam. Saturday’s Sons – The Complete Recordings 1964-1968. High Moon Records

Occasionally Blabber’n’Smoke will wander off the roots music path to investigate other releases and when this fine compilation of 1960s garage rock popped through the door, we were definitely intrigued. The band’s name was familiar and, sure enough, there they were on one of the Pebbles LPs with a song written by none other than Arthur Lee of Love. That song, Feathered Fish, was a powerful slice of early pop psychedelia (with Lee revisiting some of it on Love’s Seven + Seven Is) and to have it here, in vastly better sound quality, was the gateway drug into spending some time with this disc.

For a band who released no albums and who really are no more than a footnote in the annals of Nugget styled punk/garage/psychedelia, they are treated very generously here. Available on CD or as a double vinyl release with a detailed 48 page booklet, it’s a very handsome package. Consisting of the A and B sides of their three singles, three unreleased studio songs and an eight song live set recorded at San Francisco’s Avalon Ballroom in 1966, the album also contains six numbers recorded when the band were into surf music and went by the name of The Fender IV. Altogether, that’s around 70 minutes of prime mid sixties LA rock.

The disc kicks off with the live show which has them playing four of their own songs alongside typical beat group fare such as the Solomon Burke number Everybody Need Someone To Love, The Yardbirds’ Evil Hearted You and, of course, Gloria. The sound quality is quite astounding as the band pound through their set with guitarist Randy Holden sounding like John Cipollina as he eviscerates Gloria with all manner of mind bending guitar effects. They sound as tight as a duck’s ass on stage and the studio songs reinforce the idea that, had they taken off, they could have been major chart contenders. They sound confident and assured and there’s a definite punch, especially on the four songs produced by Gary Usher. They kick off with the Mersey beat influenced Take My Hand before looking to The Stones on Tomorrow’s Going To be Another Day. I Told You Once Before and Without Love sally into folk rock territory al la The Byrds or The Turtles and their take on You’re A Better Man Than I is much more muscular than The Yardbirds version while its B side, Saturday’s Son is a rocket fuelled belter.

The postscript surfing numbers by The Fender IV which complete the album are certainly not there just to pad out the album. Leaning much more towards Dick Dale than Brian Wilson they’re turbo charged with the guitars set to stun as on the thrilling Mar Gaya and Everybody Up while Lonely Surf Guitar is quite simply, just astounding. All in all, a fantastic collection and a must for anyone interested in garage/punk/surf/psych pop of the sixties.

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Primevals. Heavy War.

Revitalised Glasgow garage rockers The Primevals showed that they had the energy of most bands half their age on the ultra cool and shiny blitzkreig that was Disinhibitor, their first major release in more than a decade back at the beginning of 2011. Disinhibitor packed 18 songs into its fist, a helter skelter listen indeed that left the listener punchdrunk by the end. Heavy War however adds some dizzyingly intoxicating strung out grooves in addition to the short sharp shocks one expects. The return of original guitarist Tom Rafferty and the addition of Martyn Rodger (guitar, keyboards) to the line up does little to change the basic Primevals’ template which maintains their allegiance to the likes of the MC5, The Cramps and The Gun Club. The rock solid rhythm section of John Honeyman and Paul Bridges piledrives away while Mickey Rooney continues to communicate with the ghosts of Jim Morrison and Jeffrey Lee Pierce as the shamanistic front man of this inspired band. The line up change however does afford a leaner guitar sound, less crunchy, more corkscrewed with the guitars adding a swampier touch to several of the songs.
Howling from the gate with the energetic Way Beyond Tore Up which is MC5 personified they simultaneously fly the flag and burn it with a song that transports the listener to Detroit circa ’68 as the guitars spit and burn. A mutant Bo Diddley meets Captain Beefheart riff introduces the slick Predeliction For the Blues with slide guitar sliding way off the Richter scale as the song gathers momentum much like Kowalski before he hits the barriers in Vanishing Point. Hit The Peaks is another turbo charged careen down the highway with the band going at it pell mell with Rooney crooning a la Iggy Pop surrounded by snarly guitars and he remains inside his Iggy skin for the blustering boogie of High Rich Times. Further shades of NY punk abound elsewhere with The Dead Boys summoned up on Rightful Duty however the Primevals are no mere copycats as they celebrate their forebears and build on their foundations. One could mention the Seeds and especially The 13th Floor Elevators as guiding lights here as they fuse garage band punk with psychedelia. The Lure of Desire’s swirling organ is certainly trippy while Keep Coming Back, the only song to feature acoustic guitar is reminiscent of the first tentative attempts of sixties SF bands to marry the sounds in their heads with the songs they were playing. They also capture a beautiful and gutsy swollen Flamin’ Groovies’ guitar sound towards the end of Undertow.
The sunny side of psychedelic music, particularly the LA type, always had a dark underbelly which fed into the songs of The Doors and Arthur Lee. The band capture this sense of menace on Coming From The Hills, a brooding number that recalls the panic at the poolside’s following the Manson gang murders with some switchblade guitar to drive the point home. Two minor epics on the album capture this confused mixture of wonderment and dread, mind experiments and the intrusion of reality. Don’t be Afraid to Cry is a trip into the twilight zone , a haunted howl with Rooney searching for sensation, stimulation, elevation, deviation as the band locks into a stoned groove and the guitarists mainline Robby Krieger with their woozy delta arabesque guitar swirlings. In A Violent Way tops this however as they switch from Doors to Stooges mood and lay down a driving and incessant riff that pummels away without an end in sight. Rooney’s lyrics are minimal, repetitive, mirroring the music and he adds some fine saxophone squeals to the musical mayhem. It’s a great ending to a great album as the Primevals stake their claim to be the best leather clad rock’n’rollers who are big in France while wiping out any home contenders.
Heavy War is available on CD and vinyl from the band’s website and keep an eye out as there are some local gigs coming up.

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