HEAVY NUGGETS VOL.6

15 DISPATCHES FROM THE UK PSYCH UNDERGROUND 1968-1976

ALL BACK TO MY PLACE

THE STARS REVEAL THE SONIC DELIGHTS GUARANTEED TO GET THEM GOING...

Theories, rants, etc.

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The Breath Of Life

Jazz saxophone titan Pharoah Sanders left us on September 24.

TIME MACHINE

NOVEMBER 1992 …Factory Records Collapses Thrills‘n’spills: (clockwise from

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Let us answer your musical queries and solve your niggling brain teasers.

Get The Cans

Win! Meze 109 Pro headphones!

Candy Dulfer and Prince

It began with a principled stand in Rotterdam. And ended with a joke too far.

I Entertain Multitudes

THE HOT NEWS AND BIZARRE STORIES FROM PLANET MOJO

LIFE, DEATH AND ‘TALKING SHITE’ – KING CRIMSON’S WARTS-AND-ALL FILM PORTRAIT IS HERE!

Fripp with KC co-founder Greg Lake in 1969.

BACK FROM LIMBO, R&B ENIGMA EDDIE CHACON BRANCHES OUT

Soul mining: Eddie Chacon (right) and John Carroll

PAULINE BLACK

The Selecter singer talks unharnessed energy, ska implosion and carrying the torch.

Daniel Lanois

The producer, pedal steel player, and pianist drifts into Harold Budd’s The Pearl (1984, Editions EG).

ZZ TOP HIT THE BOTTLE… AS DO EVERYONE ELSE. PLUS, A JEFF BECK TEAM-UP!

ON THE other end of the phone, in

METAPHYSICAL JAZZ ELDER CHARLES LLOYD PLAYS ON!

Horn of plenty: Charles Lloyd (right) breaks down

IT’S THE NEW BOYS FROM COUNTY HELL – IRISH PUNK FOLK RABBLE-ROUSERS THE MARY WALLOPERS!

Full throttle thrills: The Mary Wallopers (from left)

BIENVENIDOS HERMANOS GUTIÉRREZ, GUITAR-SLINGING BROTHERS CROSSING THE BADLANDS BETWEEN ZURICH AND ECUADOR

IN HIS THIRTIES, Swiss native Bernhard Hotz decided

MOJO PLAYLIST

Get down! With the month’s soul fire, stadium motorik and folk fear.

THE MOJO INTERVIEW

He survived brushes with the French horn and Sham 69 to become one of America’s most lauded songwriters. But is he really as aloof as they say, or as mysterious? “I’m a simple man who likes making records,” insists Bill Callahan

THE SEEKER

PAUL WELLER’s new album is an A-Z of roads less travelled, from 2005 to now. An opportunity to explore some unfamiliar and unexpected flipsides of The Modfather – like, for instance, his tattoo? “I thought, Fuck it, I’ll get one done,” he tells PAT GILBERT.

FLOWER POWER

Blessed with all the talents and backed by an eccentric svengali, BLOSSOM TOES were “a band on the up”, albeit torn between the Sirens of pop fame and heavy cred. Then the singer discovered he didn’t want to sing, and a car crash nearly ended them all. Resounding still: the eclectic power of their music. “Salvador 'Dali loved us,” they tell ANDREW MALE

ROCK Steady

AS A NEW BOOK OF HER LYRICS BEARS OUT, JOAN Armatrading IS A ONE-OFF – FOR 50 YEARS A WRITER OF IRON-CLAD SONGS, IMMUNE TO FASHION, ADMIRED BY CLASSIC ROCK’S GREAT LUMINARIES. FAME SHE CAN TAKE OR LEAVE, BUT DON’T CONFUSE HER LOW PROFILE FOR LOW SELF-ESTEEM. “I WAS BORN TO WRITE SONGS,” SHE TELLS JOHN Aizlewood . “THERE’S NO OTHER REASON FOR ANY OF THIS.”

Poet, saxophonist, stand-up, ALABASTER DePLUME is the London jazz scene’s inspirational oddball – aScots-Mancunian ex-care worker-turned-hub of freewheeling musical spontaneity. But more important than anything, he argues, is the pro-human message he brings. “This is real work,” he tells MAT SNOW, “the emancipation of people.”

B EHIND A DICKENSIAN DOOR JUST OFF STOKE

ON THE RIGHT TRACK

Dumped by Island, pushing 50,TOM WAITS responded with some of his greatest ever music. On Mule Variations, Alice and Blood Money, the stage and the studio, Weimar and the Old, Weird America intermingled in a soundworld that was uniquely Waits. "The last thing he wanted was anything normal," his confederates tell SYLVIE SIMMONS

MAKE ME SMILE, SAYS STEVE HARLEY AND COCKNEY REBEL

Steve Harley’s group were enjoying pop hits before his mutinous band walked. Steeled by the betrayal, he recruited a new line-up and stormed to Number 1 with 1975’s sublime revenge singalong Make Me Smile (Come Up And See Me). But an innate inability to fit in or dilute his vision meant his chart career was fleeting. “Steve had star quality,” recall the band. “We could have gone on to even bigger things.”

FROM THE RUBBLE TO THE RITZ

with The Car, ARCTIC MONKEYS are putting more miles between themselves and the chip shop verité of their breakthrough sides, with slinky soul and cinematic ennui replacing riffs and ramalam. Is it the perfect getaway from stadium-indie stasis, or are they flirting with the crash barrier? "We're still listening to the same instinct," they assure KEITH CAMERON

Lux Interior

Californian Natalie Mering’s fifth album seeks close encounters in a world of alienation.

“Reality got James Dean.”

Natalie Mering speaks to Victoria Segal.

Piece Of Mind

Erstwhile Strangler offers survival tips for testing times.

Root Finder

Percussionist serves up an Indo-futurist manifesto via sophisticated and intense rhythmic investigations

UNDERGROUND

Brian Harnetty ★★★★★ Words And Silences WINESAP. CD/DL

Ornate Foal Men

Musicians of the world unite: collective euphoria compulsory. Along for the ride: John Mulvey.

WORLD

Tim Bernardes ★★★★ Mil Coisas Invisíveis PSYCHIC HOTLINE.

In Pod We Trust

The MOJO Record Club WARREN ELLIS talking about

What Goes Around… Comes Around

The most eagerly awaited Beatles Super Deluxe edition: 5-CDs/4-LPs with extra EP: new mix, mono version and 31 extras from sessions. A major high

Trick Or Treat?

As bonfires and fireworks loom, Siouxsie hand-picks two sides of chillers from the Banshees’ ’80s catalogue.

Sibling Revelry

Seasons are serenaded in a family’s folk classic that’s stood the test of time.

To Infinity

Intercepted on eternal astral flight, computer-music balms for inner voyaging.

Electric Light Orchestra

It’s a string-driven thing.

He’s Not The Messiah…

He’s the singer in AC/DC. Johnson’s second memoir focuses on the music

One Giant Leap

A flawed but fascinating portrait of David Bowie.