OK, itâ€™s time to unleash Collin again. Donâ€™t blame me if he bites you on the ankle or relieves himself in your flowerpotâ€¦
U.K. Baby â€“Heartbreaker/ Michaelâ€™s Blues â€“Imperial 66409 (1969 US issue)
(Originally released on Spark SRL 1030 as by The Baby)
Item One. Admission of Guilt:
I have never liked more than a bare handful of tracks by the Sutherland Brothers.
There, Iâ€™ve said it.
You Got Me Anyway, Rock â€˜Nâ€™ Roll Showâ€¦ I know, I know! Consider me then Purepopâ€™s cloth-eared Albert Speer â€“ the blogger who said Iâ€™m sorry (and I am, believe me, Spandau not required).
And while I can not completely articulate my misgivings concerning the oeuvre of Sutherland Bros & Quiver, there is a certain item from their shared past that I will unflinchingly stand by.
â€˜Tis a curiously-named bouncing-bundle, by the nom of U.K. Baby. Maybe not snuff-up to the Last-Night-Of-The-Proms/Charge Of The Light Brigade standard advanced bravely by League of Empire Loyalist, U.K. Jones, nevertheless, this TWO-SIDED affray is lobster-back through and through. â€¦and quite GROOOOOVY to boot (and much like later fellow bulldog breeders, The English Beat, the â€˜U.K.â€™ here was a meritorious denotation reserved solely for those soldiering away in foreign service)!
Production-product of the same knob-twiddler as the elusive, Sorrow-full Eggy (Barry Kingston â€“ same label too: Spark/ Imperial), Iain Sutherland and Co. here RAVE AND ROCK – swaddling clothes style â€“ through what Who Put The Bomp! #13 describes as:
â€œA straightforward rocker with nice melodic touches and a break straight out of Itâ€™s All Too Much by The Beatles.â€
Appreciative and cultured Bomp! may be, they fail â€“ in my opinion â€“ to fully hone in on the true HEART-broken eye of this lovely little storm: That being the Charybdis-ian whirlpool of keys-guitars-and-handclaps Kingston summons around the 1:30-mark which he would later sharpen to hair-splitting perfection on Eggyâ€™s Youâ€™re Still Mine. I can only imagine that Heartbreakerâ€™came out first â€“ it definitely has the feel of a practice-run by comparison to Eggy â€“ but I could certainly be wrong and I donâ€™t feel like squinting at matrix numbers. The b-side, comped and miss-titled all over the place, is decidedly commonplace; at least when sidled next to its black, Siamese twin. Treacly twee and Idle Race-y, it pales next to the stout, wave-ruling Heartbreaker. Being a pre-Sutherland Bro was obviously no picnic; the previous single they cut as A New Generation (also produced by Kingston) from a year before also had a â€˜bluesâ€™ in the title! Itâ€™s one of those big, orchestral, flower power, opiate laments probably about a dog or torn kaftan or something. Less Fading Yellow, more piss-soiled white satin. Awwwwwâ€¦.
I SAY GROW A PAIR â€˜PSYCHâ€™ FANS AND ENLIST IN MORE WYMEN-BAITINâ€™ ROCK/POP/LESS BLUES! GO RE-WATCH â€˜ZULU!â€™ SEE THE WORLD IN FANCY GAITORS! MEN, YOU KNOW JUST WHAT TO DO!
Pick To Clique: Heartbreaker