Friday, July 1, 2016

Edgar Broughton Band - 1971 - Edgar Broughton Band

Edgar Broughton Band 
Edgar Broughton Band 

01. Evening Over Rooftops
02. The Birth
03. Piece Of My Own
04. Poppy
05. Don't Even Know Which Day It Is
07. Madhatter
08. Getting Hard / What Is A Woman For?
09. Thinking Of You
10. For Doctor Spock Part One / For Doctor Spock Part Two

Bonus Tracks
11. Hotel Room
12. Call Me A Liar
13. Bring It On Home

Original released as Harvest SHVL 791 in May 1971.
Track 11 A-side of single - Released as Harvest HAR 5040 in June 1971.
Track 12 B-side of single - Released as Harvest HAR 5040 in June 1971.
Track 13 Recorded at Abbey Road Studio Two 13th August 1970 (Previously unreleased). Mixed from the original Eight Track master tape at The Audio Archiving Company - 15th January 2004.

Edgar Broughton - Vocals, guitar
Arthur Grant - Bass guitar, vocals
Steve Broughton - Drums, vocals
Victor Unitt - Guitar, harmonica, piano, organ, vocals

The most conventional of the Edgar Broughton Band's first (and best) three albums, 1971's Edgar Broughton Band finds the group dispensing with the no-holds-barred mania and theatricality responsible for such classics as "Out Demons Out," "Up Yours," and "Apache Drop Out" and concentrating instead on more musical endeavors. It's an approach that arguably captures the band at their very best at the same time as revealing them at their ugliest. The two-part epic "For Dr. Spock" conjures images of Gong, as it drifts closer to space rock than the Edgar Broughton Band had hitherto ventured, while "House of Turnabout" certainly restates the group's free-freak credentials with its rumbling percussion and scything guitars, a second cousin to the roars that punctuated Wasa Wasa and Sing Brother Sing. The heart of Edgar Broughton Band, however, lies elsewhere. The lilting chant "Thinking About You," with its spectral reminders of John Lennon's "Working Class Hero," is certainly one of their most rancorous concoctions, while "Evening Over Rooftops" rides an acoustic guitar as pretty as its flowery lyric, but you know there's something rotten squirming just below the surface, even if you can never quite put your finger on it. The pure pop backing vocals, all "sha-la-la" and "doo-be-doo-be-doo," of course, only add to your unease. And, as that is merely the opening number, you can guess what you're in for over the rest of the album long before you actually get it.

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