
WYNDER K. FROG-I'm A Man/Shook Shimmy Shake U.K. Island WIP-6014 196760's music and beyond!

WYNDER K. FROG-I'm A Man/Shook Shimmy Shake U.K. Island WIP-6014 1967
THE QUIK-King Of The World/ My Girl U.K. Deram DM139 1967
Some middle aged record exec (probably pudgy, 50-ish, bald and constantly sexually harassing his blonde short skirted “secretary”) probably thought: “Hey! Let’s get some “young but clean and industry friendly” producers to update this California thing. Surf music drowned last winter”. BANG! Hip, young, A&R friendly producer nails it after the “boys upstairs” give the green light to assembling the Wrecking Crew (or some other sundry professional musicians, no time to let the artists play on this , time is $, crank it out assembly line style). So they throw it together: sweet, multi-layered intricate harmony vocals, a faint Latin type backbeat, harpsichord, bongos and/or tabla. And that’s just the first 45 seconds of the tune (it's called "Windy" written by some gal named Ruthann Friedman, Google her name and you'll find her website/blog where she blows up all those oft told tales of what inspired it)! Then ala “Wild Thing” by The Troggs, which used an ocarina, you throw in some flute/recorder/penny whistle solo! Then mash it all together at the crescendo with the lead singer doing his thing, then add one guy singing “dah dah dah dah dah dah dah” (which when you sing it yourself whilst trying to count the “dah’s” sounds a lot like “My Girl”). Then another guy’s vocals come in behind the “dah dah” fella backing and he just stresses single words held out for the length of a verse :”Who”, “smile” etc. in tandem with another guy who’s singing along with the lead singer but singing an octave higher. Put it all together and it sounds like the harmony vocals answer to that sound a train makes when it throttles past you at high speed while you’re inches away on the platform. And just as the vocal meshing is messing their minds they bring back the flute thinggy for the last 30 second. BANG! And it worked. For 2 minutes and 56 seconds American thought so when it peaked at #2 nationally in July 1967. A perfect summer hit. Who else but the “turned on” people would’ve paid attention to such musically intricate layers of sound (and probably scoffed because it was “a hit” but secretly loved it) while the whiskey & soda generation politely nodded their heads and smiled like it was the 1967 “Selecta” or “Splenda” version of the Beatles! Dah Dah Dah Dah X 8! Figure it out if and when you’re nice.
THE NITE PEOPLE-Summertime Blues/In The Spring Time U.K. Fontana TF 885 1967It's a strange concept to think of "mod r&b/Hammond n' horns" records in '67, the year of all-things Hendrix, Summer of Love, The Pink Floyd and yes, Sgt. Pepper. But it happened. I can't tell you a thing about The Nite People, I've heard other tracks by them and they sound, to me, like another band when compared to this monster.
"Summertime Blues" bears little in common with the Eddie Cochran number, other than it's melody. The Nite People's version is an instrumental, led by organ and sax, propped up by some throbby bass. The organ is wailing, much like something by those U.K. heroes of the Hammond Wynder K. Frog (more on them some other time!), totally a classic floor filler. In grand U.K. 45 rpm tradition the flip sounds like a different band. Well maybe that's a bit of an overstatement, there's still horns and organ, but there's vocals too, somber and ethereal much like Keith Relf on The Yardbirds "Farewell" or "Only the Black Rose". It's actually pretty darn cool, especially the little horn lick after each chorus and the ending swirls into this semi-freaky organ and horns blast that reminds me of The Quik when they got "trippy" on their last Deram 45 (see older blog on that one). Sadly this hasn't cropped up anywhere, strange because the A-side has always commanded a heavy stack of mod moolhah when it was around (and mine didn't go away cheaply either).
"Summertime Blues":
ICE-Ice Man/Whisper Her Name (Maria Lane) U.K. Decca F12479 1968No foray into the realm of British 60's psychedelia would be complete without a brief nod to the strains of Procol Harum's "A Whiter Shade of Pale" which is somewhat influenced by Bach (ah Bach!). One could easily spend an entire blog mentioning all the British psych bands who crafted songs in this vein. It would be derogatory to claim this one was merely that, but one would have to be blind(or deaf?) to overlook that fact upon hearing this tune's A-side!
Released in the spring of '68 the debut 45 by Ice, a five piece from the U.K. (Sussex I'm told?!) is another beautifully crafted Decca pop-psych single. "Ice Man" is a wonderfully produced paean to, of all things, the ice cream man and Jack Frost, depending on which verse you center on! It has those classical key changes and structure so beloved of "A Whiter Shade Of Pale" underneath some dreamy/airy vocals, with some trippy piano noodling(that makes me think of Virgin Sleep's Deram psych classic "Beeside"), Bach-ish organ and a host of wonderful "psychedelic" effects. The lyrics are so observant it's obvious someone got "turned on" and wrote a song about the arrival of the ice cream ("ice cream...breathes confusion in the younger set..") and morning frost ("seems while I've been dreaming haven't had the time to look and see the changes that winter brings ice man has caught up with me.."). Good stuff. "Whisper Her Name (Maria Lane)" is a Left Bank-ish (the band, not the Paris neighborhood) number, with lots of beautifully arranged harmonies, not as "mind altering" as the A-side but still brilliant.
Both sides were unearthed in the 80's on the See For Miles LP series "The Great British Psychedelic Trip" (and on their subsequent CD versions as well). I haven't been able to find it on YouTube for you to hear just yet......

THE SMALL FACES-Patterns/ E Too D German Decca DL 25297 1966
"Martin Stone, who now works for Shakespeare and Co. in Paris, started off playing for this ultimate mod band called The Action. Then they went hippie. One day after, everyone had gone hippie overnight and grown moustaches and sideburns, they went down to some gig in Bournemouth. Their van was met off the motorway by the local mods and given a presidential entry, a scootercade into Bournemouth. All the mods turned out and then they get on stage and start playing twenty-minute brain-damage madness".-Martin Cropper in "Days in the Life: Voices from the English Underground 1961-1971"