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Rocks In The Attic #701: Genesis – ‘Selling England By The Pound’ (1973)

RITA#701After a World Cup break with far too many early mornings and far too much bacon and eggs, it’s time to get back to my record collection. Four years after the disappointment of Brazil, where England failed to win a game in the group stages, surely we were to expect more of the same in Russia. Right?

Things started off strangely with an opening game seeing Russia wallop an unsuspecting Saudi Arabia 5-0. Was this the home advantage coming into play, or just a simple case of the Saudis being served radioactive falafel in their hotel the night before? The scoreline betrayed the alarming levels of mediocrity on display, but at least President Putin looked satisfied. I watched through tired eyes; the game having kicked off at 3am NZ-time.

RITA#701cThe opening weekend saw the first big game of the tournament – Portugal versus Spain – at a slightly more acceptable 6am. As much as I love to hate Ronaldo and his supersized ego, his hat-trick, and Spain’s answers from Costa and Nacho, made for a bloody entertaining 3-3 draw.

On the Monday morning, I called into the Fox Sports Bar on my way into work. A new job in the city has put me much closer to options like this, and so the idea of watching Brazil play Switzerland, over a cooked breakfast just sounded great. A 6am kick-off meant catching the first train into the city – filled with construction workers in hard-hats and hi-viz – but it was worth the early start.

I ended up sat in an empty bar, watching that Brazil game, but the coffee and bacon and eggs made it worthwhile. I expected a similar turnout the following morning for the England vs. Tunisia game, but when I arrived ten minutes before kick-off, it was already packed out. Harry Kane’s injury time header gave us the first World Cup Finals win in eight years – talk about scraping through.

Tunisia v England: Group G - 2018 FIFA World Cup Russia
As soon as the referee blew his whistle, the bar played Three Lions at maximum volume to a pub full of relieved England fans. A bit early, I thought, to be playing that. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves…

Over the next couple of weeks, my body clock took a hammering as I woke at 4:30am to get into the city to watch the 6am game each morning at the Fox. I slowly made my way through their breakfast menu, and made new friends. I sniggered with a Brazil fan as we watched Argentina get murdered 3-0 by Croatia. Schadenfreude should have been invented to describe the pleasure of watching Argentinians, with tears in their eyes, sat at the next table. They still qualified out of the group stage though, the bastards.

RITA#701eA gave up on the Fox when they got a liquor license to serve alcohol at the 6am games. Watching Uruguay eliminate Portugal in the round of 16 was slightly dampened by a trio of morons who were only there to continue their Saturday night drinking.

Quarter-final weekend clashed with my 40th birthday, and I spent the Friday night consuming pitchers of cider with friends from work. I then stayed up all night watching the first two quarter-finals. It was hard work but I pushed through the hangover, feeling like a pig had shat in my brain.

As a result, the next night I ended up sleeping through three alarms to wake me up for the England vs. Sweden quarter-final. Back home, the English celebrated by showering themselves with beer at outdoor screenings, and in a new form of middle-aged vandalism, threw some cushions around in a branch of Ikea.

The semi-final performance against Croatia showed an England team for what they were – bloody lucky to have progressed so far in the first place.

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The final between France and Croatia – another great game, albeit slightly hampered by a debatable VAR decision – was notable for something that happened after the final whistle. As the French team queued to receive their winner’s medals from Putin, the French President Emmanuel Macron and the Croatian President Kolinda Grabar-Kitarović, a heavy rainstorm came down. With an alarming lack of hospitability, Putin took the first umbrella for himself, leaving Macron and Grabar-Kitarović – a lady! – to get drenched.

RITA#701aI include a photo of Grabar-Kitarović purely for reference. I’ve never been so interested in Croatian politics as I am right now.

What has all of this got to do with Genesis’ Selling England By The Pound, you might ask? Is it a half-hearted reference to Brexit? Your guess is as good as mine, but looking at the Croatian President, I’m pretty sure you don’t get many of those for a pound.

Still, Harry Kane’s six goals won him the Golden Boot (yes, they were all tap-ins, and yes, they were mostly against Tunisia and Panama – but four of Eusebio’s 1966 Golden Boot goals were against bloody North Korea!).

Football’s still coming home. It might just take another four years. Or eight. Or twelve. Or sixteen. Or twenty…

Hit: I Know What I Like (In Your Wardrobe)

Hidden Gem: Firth Of Fifth

Rocks In The Attic #585: Genesis – ‘Nursery Cryme’ (1971)

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Thanks to a recommendation from comedian Josh Widdicombe, I’ve just finished watching Brian Pern – A Life In Rock, a BBC mock/rockumentary starring The Fast Show’s Simon Day. Over three three-episode series, the show tells the story of a Peter Gabriel-like character (Day) and his Genesis-like band, Thotch, all framed in the context of rock and roll history from the 1960s onwards.

As with This Is Spinal Tap, and every over mock/rockumentary since, the power of Brian Pern – A Life In Rock comes from affectionately poking fun at real people and real events. In a great scene-setting opening, Pern egotistically claims a number of ridiculous accomplishments: ‘I invented world music. I was the first musician to use plasticine in videos. The first musician to record with animals. My last album had the lowest bass line ever recorded. And long before Bob Geldof and Bono, I was staging charity concerts and writing songs to raise awareness for the helpless and hopeless.’ This then segues into one of the very well done pieces of “archive” footage, with Pern singing one of his hard-hitting message songs: ‘Why no black folk in Jersey? / Why no black folk in Sark? / Why no black folk in Guernsey? / Are they having a lark?’

One of my favourite recurring jokes in the show is the deliberating mislabelling of real-life musicians and entertainers who contribute in talking head clips. For example, in the first episode Queen’s Roger Taylor is labelled as ‘Roger Taylor – Duran Duran’ – a subtle joke on the fact that Duran Duran’s original drummer was also called Roger Taylor (alongside two other unrelated Taylors in the same band). It’s something that a young BBC researcher potentially could get wrong – and that’s where the humour lies. The joke is oft-repeated – Roger Moore is introduced as ‘George Lazenby’, Rick Parfitt as ‘Francis Rossi’, etc – but it never gets old.

It’s a credit to these celebrities that they obviously don’t mind being taken fun of. Even Peter Gabriel appears from time to time, as a villainous double of the titular character. ‘It made me laugh a lot…’ he has said of the show. ‘…even though it was at my expense. I love to laugh. Spike Milligan was a hero to me and I was a big Fast Show fan, but I’m not sure that part of me comes across when I bore people about politics and social stuff. People can’t always see who you really are.’

My other favourite moment of the show was the partly fabricated tale of Phil Collins drumming with Led Zeppelin at 1985’s Live Aid. In real life, Collins performed at the British leg of Live Aid before hopping onto Concorde and drumming with Zeppelin at the American leg. Zeppelin’s Jimmy Page blamed his band’s sluggish performance on Collins – claiming that the jet-lag suffered from his trans-Atlantic journey resulted in bad timekeeping during Stairway To Heaven (hmm, I’m not sure that Jimmy Page really understands jet-lag). In the Brian Pern version of events, an in-on-the-joke Phil Collins references Page’s allegation, before a clip of Collins drumming along to Stairway To Heaven in Philadelphia is tweaked to sound like he keeps bringing in the drum fill from In The Air Tonight at all the wrong moments.

Nursery Cryme is Genesis’ third studio album, and serves as another reminder to me that I’m just not a prog guy, particularly if the prog is rooted in English folk (Genesis, Jethro Tull, Yes) rather than the more electric, pysch/blues-inflected prog of a band like Pink Floyd.

Hit: Seven Stones

Hidden Gem: The Musical Box

Rocks In The Attic #552: Genesis – ‘Trespass’ (1970)

rita552I keep buying Genesis records, almost by accident, at record fairs. They’re always cheap – around the five dollar mark and so I reason that it can’t hurt to take them home. As a result, without any discernible effort I’ve managed to pick up most of their back catalogue – nine of their fifteen studio albums, plus 1973’s Genesis Live.

I wish original Pink Floyd records were as easy – and as cheap – to come across. This is a 1974 ABC Records re-pressing, and at five bucks was significantly cheaper than a Floyd record from around the same time would be.

I don’t think I’ll ever become a big Genesis fan no matter how many of their records I own. The Peter Gabriel years are all a bit too twee for me; a little bit too steeped in English folk. And while I prefer the Phil Collins era, there’s not a great deal of fresh air between those albums and a Collins solo record. I’m sure a diehard Genesis fan would disagree, but I’m too disinterested to spot the difference. Ah, ennui…

Hit: The Knife

Hidden Gem: White Mountain

Rocks In The Attic #453: Genesis – ‘Genesis Live’ (1973)

RITA#453I’m rather partial to a bit of Watcher Of The Skies – presented here in its live glory as the first song on this ‘inbetween’ record to fill the gap between Foxtrot and Selling England By The Pound. That’s not to say I’m a huge Genesis fan. I’m not. There’s just a bit too much in the way of keyboards on the earlier Peter Gabriel material, and I’m afraid to say that the Phil Collins years speak more to me, as disposable as they are.

I recently watched a documentary about the band (Genesis: Together And Apart), and not being a huge fan, two things really struck me. Firstly, how integral Tony Banks was (is?) to Genesis (the band was effectively built around him, not Peter Gabriel as I naively thought); and secondly, perhaps due to that very fact, how much of an absolute arsehole Tony Banks was (is?). Some people just shouldn’t let themselves be filmed. He single-handedly presents the band in a negative light, which I wouldn’t have any idea of if I hadn’t seen the documentary.

I now put Tony Banks in the same middle section of the Venn diagram (‘talented vs. complete arse’) as Don Henley from the Eagles. In the Eagles’ documentary History Of The Eagles, Henley’s recollection of the reasons why he fired guitarist Don Felder simply disgusted me. There are some people who are just so uptight, so against the spirit of rock ‘n roll, that you wonder how anybody in their right minds ever wanted to be in a band with them.

Hit: Watcher Of The Skies

Hidden Gem: The Return Of The Giant Hogweed

Rocks In The Attic #251: Genesis – ‘A Trick Of The Tail’ (1976)

RITA#251I’ll probably get lynched for this, but I prefer Phil Collins-era Genesis to the earlier Peter Gabriel albums. I actually prefer Gabriel’s voice, it sounds other-worldly, unlike Collins’ voice which really grates with its unrelenting nasality.

But I also prefer later Genesis albums – the albums of the ‘80s, from Duke onwards – which isn’t as much an admission of a guilty pleasure, but more of a confession that I just don’t enjoy keyboard-driven prog rock. You’d think that Tony Banks’ keyboard noodlings would ramp up after the departure of guitarist Steve Hackett, but they get a bit less aggressive, probably due to Phil Collins’ pop sensibilities pushing the band into more of a commercially appealing sound.

I first heard Genesis properly on the We Can’t Dance album – which is definitely a guilty pleasure of mine. Yes, that last gasp of the band with Collins on vocals might be best described as easy-listening, but I much prefer it to this ‘70s incarnation of Genesis. This is hard-listening.

Hit: A Trick Of The Tail

Hidden Gem: Entangled