Showing posts with label hot shots. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hot shots. Show all posts

Tuesday, 21 January 2020

Hot Shots: #13 - Tower of Strength - Frankie Vaughan


Frankie Vaughan aka Mr Moonlight was an easy listening icon of the late 1950s into the 1960s, but here in his gutsiest performance he resembles nothing less than a human wind tunnel. Don't believe me? Then why not hear what the good folk over at the excellent Freaky Trigger website say in words more eloquent than I could ever muster:

A record that anticipates, outdoes, and sadly fails to prevent Tom Jones, “Tower Of Strength” is the pop equivalent of those great, famous old Charles Atlas ads. Hey! Wimp! Fed up with having sand kicked in your face? Well, we can’t promise you the secrets of muscle mystery, but we can slap your frustration on vinyl and let you howl along as if you did have biceps like steel cords. 

Frankie Vaughan’s performance is beserk – check that first verse, he bellows the lines and then ends each one – “door!”, “knees!”, “mee-eee!” – with a different kind of shriek. When he comes back for more in verse two his voice is more of a bassy gasp, and then he ends it all with a cod-opera flourish. Marcello C has called this one of the great British soul singles – I’d agree, but I think it’s helped hugely by being recorded near the beginning of soul, before its emotional lexicon had been fully compiled. 

In the right mood “Tower Of Strength” can harrow you, but in another mood – which also turns out to be ‘right’ – it’s an absolute hoot. Like much of my favourite British music, you can take it as seriously as you like – or need.

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Friday, 17 March 2017

Hot Shots: #5 - Joe Dassin - Les Daltons

An absolute corker this time in my nascent Hot Shots series; Joe Dassin, the quintessential French pop star, best known for the wonderful 'Champs Elysee', born in New York to American parents of European-Jewish extraction.

I love everything about this song - the arrangement, the shit video which must've had a budget of 'un centime americain', that voice, that waistline, and the fact that Dassin still looks cool as all hell in this monumental goof-off.