Rolling Stones Gear: All the Stones’ Instruments from Stage to Studio . Andy Babiuk and Greg Prevost. Backbeat Books.

Thought that while Blabber’n’Smoke is on a book jag right now we’d mention this huge “coffee table” tome that sits somewhat outside our remit but is just too good not to mention.
Rolling Stones’ Gear is yet another history of Jagger et al but where this one differs is that it goes into clinical detail of every guitar, amp, pedal and drum that these “cats” (Keef’s favourite description of folk) ever owned, pilfered (in the early days) or commissioned. It’s an exhaustive (and for the less gear enamoured fan, at times exhausting) endeavour packed with pictures of the actual instruments and some great period snaps and adverts with the early days by far the most interesting with the pre decimal (LSD) prices and prime sixties copy capturing earlier innocent times.

While the book details the bog standard history of the group the attention to the instruments offers some interesting details which I don’t recall from the standard bios, for example, the fate of Keith’s second ever guitar, a Gallotone Valencia, akin to a Hofner, popular in the skiffle period and retailing back then for around £16 related by James Phelge.

On the day we were vacating Edith Grove, everyone was sorting out what possessions they wanted to take or leave behind. Mostly, it was records and clothes. The guitar was lying on the sofa, and Keith turned to me and asked if I wanted the guitar. The neck was unstable and that caused tuning problems, probably not helped by the machine heads and the damp atmosphere of gigs at the Ealing club. Anyway, I said ‘Yes’ and took the guitar with me.

The book can be considered a graph following The Stones’ financial position. Initially buying cheap mass produced gear once popular the manufacturers are offering them instruments in return for sponsorship with Brian Jones’ “Teardrop” Vox hand made for him in 1964. The following gives an indication of what to expect from the book.

Brian’s Vox MK III was a one of-a-kind prototype, completely hand-built by Mick Bennett at the Jennings factory in 1964. It had a white finish, matching headstock, and several other unique features. Its bolt-on neck had a dot-inlaid ebony fingerboard with a narrow “zero” fret at the nut, which appeared on very few British-made Vox guitars. It also had a chrome pickguard, a three-way toggle switch, and volume and tone controls, and was one of the few Vox Teardrops made with only two pickups. A recent examination of the guitar revealed that Bennett used a Fender Stratocaster tremolo bridge assembly to produce the guitar’s fixed bridge. He cut a small section off the original tremolo plate where the tremolo arm would normally have screwed in, and the individual intonation saddles are stamped “Fender.” The wood body of the guitar also was carved out to fit the Fender tremolo block, which was tightly fitted through the body. Brian’s Teardrop was the only one made with a Fender bridge; all future production models had standard Vox hardware. The first production models of the Vox MK III were manufactured in 1964 by the British G-Plan furniture builder E. Gomme & Son of High Wycombe in Bucks. Later production models were renamed the Vox MK VI.

By now the boys are somewhat flush and it’s noted that Jones spent $15,000 on a sitar in ’66 while Keith is using “luthiers” by the end of the seventies with one of his guitars covered in a thin leather skin. It’s onwards and upwards in term of gear from her on in and while there is plenty of information throughout the book regarding what was played by whom throughout their recording career the music itself is not critically appraised, presumably it’s taken for granted that anyone who wants this rock’n’roll equivalent of a train spotters manual will know the songs already. Whatever, aside from the technical info and guitar glam on show the book works well almost as a social history of the times (especially the first 15 or so years) and one has to admire the gusto of the authors when they launch into one of their boggle eyed descriptions of the “gear” such as this description of the Exile On Main Street sessions.

Keith employed his five-string open G “Keef-chord” tuning on several Exile numbers, including “Tumbling Dice” (with a capo on fourth fret), “Soul Survivor,” and “Happy”(again, with a capo on the fourth fret). He used a variety of electric guitars during the sessions at Nellcôte, including his Dan Armstrong Plexi prototype, (the two Dan Armstrong Plexi production models were present as well), the Gibson Flying V, the Gibson Custom Black Beauty and moon-painted Les Paul Custom, and, occasionally, the walnut Gibson ES-355TD-SV. Mick Taylor mainly used the ES-355TD-SV, the Gibson SG, the ’59 Gibson Les Paul, the “Ya-Ya’s” Les Paul, and the white Fender Telecaster, also using Keith’s Dan Armstrong Plexi guitars and Custom Black Beauty on occasion. Acoustic guitars on hand included Keith’s Gibson Hummingbird with the sunburst finish and a Gibson Hummingbird with a natural wood–finished top, the sunburst Gibson J-200, the Martin D12-20 acoustic twelve-string (with pickup), the Harmony Sovereign, a classical acoustic guitar, Keith’s National Style “O”, and a 1930s National tri-cone resonator guitar. Bill used his customized Dallas Tuxedo bass much of the time as well as his Fender Competition Mustang basses, and Charlie used his black pearl Gretsch kit. On many tracks, either Keith or Mick Taylor cut the bass track using Keith’s sunburst Fender Precision bass. Amplification was again Ampeg VT-22 combos and Fender Twin Reverb amps, as well as Fender Showman amps, Ampeg SVTs, and an Ampeg B-15 “flip-top” PortaFlex bass amp. Andy Johns remembered the VT-22 amps: “Keith and Mick Taylor were using these fabulous Ampeg amplifiers, with just two 12-inch speakers, but they were like 300 watts or something ridiculous. It was so loud. I had to build little houses for both of the guitar amps.” 16 Photos taken during the sessions also reveal a few new Fender models, including a “silverface” Fender Vibro/Champ amp, one of Fender’s smallest practice amps, and a Fender vibratone speaker cabinet, a Leslie speaker cabinet, designed for use as an unpowered extension speaker for a standard guitar amp.

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The Emperors of Wyoming

The USP for The Emperors of Wyoming is the presence of Butch Vig, ace producer and Garbage drum peddler with the smoke signals billowing headlines such as “Butch Vig makes country rock album!” Well it ain’t exactly like that. Truth is that back in the eighties Vig and the other Emperors (Phil Davis, vocals, guitars, Pete Anderson, bass, guitars and Frank Anderson, lap and pedal steel guitars, keyboards and banjo) played in a couple of Madison, Wisconsin bands before going their separate ways. In 2009 Anderson enlisted his pals to help him realise a bunch of tunes he had been working on. Scattered across the USA they agreed to join in however there was no grand “class reunion” but rather a welter of emails and wav files tossed back and forth until they came up with this, the finished product, a band who haven’t played together in the same room so far.
Despite this remote way of working its fair to say that The Emperors have come up with a classy product with the overall cohesiveness belaying any concerns regarding the recording process. It isn’t country rock in the sense that Poco or the early Eagles were, instead it tends to ape the likes of Tom Petty, Chuck Prophet and the Stones in their country guise. Davis’s voice strains at times although he can sound a little like Petty and there’s even a touch of Jagger’s sneering drawl on I’m Your Man. From the Neil Young like strummed guitar that opens The Bittersweet Sound of Goodbye (and lets not forget where the band name comes from) to the thunderous and monumental riffing of The Pinery Boy the album is corkful of very radio friendly sounds.
While Avalanche Girl may be a little formulaic lyrically it yearns to beam over the airwaves with its familiar Petty like jangle, similarly Cruel Love Ways hits all the right buttons but fails really to take off. The band more than make up for this elsewhere, upping the ante both lyrically and musically. Cornfield Palace starts off with a piece of lyrical corn
“I’m in love with a girl with a cornfield palace/she’s the queen of West Alliss/ in her SUV/ she like’s to watch Dallas on her big TV”
but it swings like a tipsy Dixie Queen dancing to Crazy Horse at the sloppiest best. Brand New Heart of Stone has a narcotic feel with evil sounding guitars and a percussive drive that almost lapses into dub at times. One gets the feeling that Keith Richards would love this song. Sweep Away is almost a country ballad albeit one that has been stewed in a goat’s head soup for some time and there’s even a touch of the stones’ whoops from Sympathy For the Devil towards the end. The album’s highlight however is the majestic and stately Never Got Over You which builds to a fine climax with fine pedal steel and guitar interludes.

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Michael Rank and Stag. Kin

North Carolina musician Michael Rank has been knocking about for the past 20 years with his band Snatches of Pink, a band much in thrall to the likes of Nikki Sudden, Johnny thunders and Keith Richards. This solo effort sees him backed by members of the band along with several other North Carolina luminaries from bands such as Trailer Bride, Patty Hurst Shifter and Chatham County Line. It’s been five years since he’s recorded and in that time he fathered a son only to have his partner leave him and some of this is reflected here, which might bode well for those who see “break up” albums as a surefire way to call up the muse.
Describing his new outfit as “the illegitimate son of rock and roll casualties Snatches of Pink” Rank also calls them the “acoustic arm of the scarecrow,” presumably to differentiate this line up from the gutter glitter image and sound of the earlier band and while its true that fiddles fly and acoustic guitar predominates there’s plenty of electric bursts and buzzes that spark and burn on what is a set of wonderfully ramshackle country leaning rock songs.
The opening country thrash of Tenderhook doesn’t really prepare the listener for the majesty of On The Bleed, a ballad straight from the Stones’ country songbook with keening pedal steel and curling guitars winding in and around Rank’s strained and wearied vocals, tremendous stuff. The Goat is another Stones like cut with some stately piano playing adding a degree of faded grandeur to it. The country honk of Straw Man starts off as a fine fiddle and mandolin laced stomp, a hillbilly Son Volt almost but towards the end Rank launches into an audacious ragged glory of a guitar solo that tears the song to shreds and leaves the listener beaten into submission. Underneath the angst and chaos Rank does write some beautiful songs here with Tongue, another song in the late sixties Stones decadent style standing out while Arrowheads is a heartfelt plea regarding his failed relationship. His guitar work at times ranks with Neil Young for angry and massive slices of noise such as when he lets rip towards the end of Manservant.
This is not an album for anyone who wants to hear polished and tidy country rock. Several of the songs are almost like a visceral assault on the ears, Gun Breaths has Stag’s pained voice howling over swathes of guitar and piano while the closer Here Comes The Light ramps this up to the nth degree. Some of the lyrics are close to the bone as Rank examines what went wrong but overall it’s a brave and naked attempt to wrest some sense from his life. To his and the musicians’ credit they deliver in spades with what is one of the most invigorating albums we’ve heard this year.

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On The Bleed