I See Rainbows In The Evening (The Move)

Out here on the perimeter of the Interwebs there is stuff that you hope to one day find but it is probably not going to happen. A personal grail is to discover live footage of the astounding raunchy funk of Ms Betty Davis…yeah,one day. This week I found the 17 year old Alex Chilton singing a Box Tops’ hit in bad, phonetic Italian. Who knew that the Memphis blue-eyed soul boys were so big in the Italian speaking world (that’ll be Italy then !). It’s good, I was not aware of its existence but it is a novelty really. This though is the real deal…as the young people say..WTF !

I have read about the Move’s live performances but by the time they made it into our TVs the rough edges had been smoothed a little. The auto-destruction & pyrotechnics made them rivals to  the Who but, while Ace Kefford & Trevor Burton certainly were  the guys to have by your side in a tight situation, the band went for the pop-psych Roy Wood songs. They were memorable hits, there is a lot of love for the Move among my fellow bloggers & around my F-book karass. So here is the garage-psych of 1966, the mean & moody arsonists leaving an impression & a few scorch marks behind them just as the first single “Night Of Fear” is about to come around.

“Watch Your Step” is just brilliant. An incantation running into a freak out while stuff around the stage burns. Carl Wayne had always, in my view, seemed a little marginalised as Roy stepped forward. Here Carl leads his men over the top, setting about a smoking TV set with a fair-sized axe. Roy is content to whip up a raging feedback somewhere else on the caliginous stage. This is why the Move were considered to be a premier live act at a time when Jimi & the Who were raising the bar for beat group brouhaha. Even Bev Bevan, quiet man/loud drummer, a stalwart of the band, is moved to raise himself from his seat !

Let’s have a bit more then. The next 3 years should have been fun & games for the hit makers. It seems to have been more games than fun. First Ace, after an indulgent tour with Jimi & the Floyd, left as did Burton who complained of a pop bias. The Move spent 1969 playing the UK cabaret circuit a fairy tale…grim… when there was a growing reputation in the US as a rock band. Roy Wood, a quiet man, seemed to put up with it all. His hit songs really are a fine body of work but as late as 1970 the LP “Shazam” was half self-penned, half covers, none of which were singles. When Carl Wayne finally left Wood roped another Brummie, another writer, into the band & the Move, which was a brand with contractual obligations but barely functioning as a group, finally got busy.

Jeff Lynne had been a face on the Birmingham beat scene for some time. His band the Idle Race had come close a few times with some clever Beatles inspired pop. Not close enough, I remember plenty of those 45s but there is not one video clip of the group in action. Having Jeff around inspired Roy Wood to get some songs finished & there was a 2nd LP in 1970. “Looking On”  lacks consistency as some of the songs seem to be experiments rather than a commitment to a new sound. “Brontosaurus” put the Move back in the Top 10 but the  bluesy “When Alice Comes Back To The Farm” , just one of the directions investigated by the band, missed out even though it is a superior bit of work.

There was one more Move LP & there is plenty of good musicfon “Message From the Country”. Wood & Lynne were set on their Electric Light Orchestra project. I think that Roy felt that the Move could not make the change & Lynne was not going to let this second chance go. E.L.O. was not a joint concern for too long. It seemed that Wood just gave it away, retreating behind the hair, make-up &  the Spectoresque rock & roll of Wizzard. The later work of the Move is substantial enough. I have thought about checking for the subsequent work of Jeff Lynne but I have heard a couple of E.L.O. songs & life is too short for that.

This last clip though is not one of the last 4 singles the band released. It goes back to the original 5 giving it loads to sell the 2nd single on French TV. They were smart young Mods who were not wrecking the joint. Carl looks as if he is in another band entirely with no idea about the lyrics he is singing. Ace & Trevor are the naughty boys while Roy is almost hiding behind them, not even bothering to lip-synch his parts & Bev hits some stuff. The song, “I Can Hear The Grass Grow” is an absolute powerpop-psych classic. Lovely stuff.

Just About To Flip My Mind (The Move)

I’ve posted clips of the Birmingham pop-psychedelicists the Move before. (https://loosehandlebars.wordpress.com/2012/07/21/my-heads-attracted-to-a-magnetic-wave-of-sound/). This live performance clip from a 1968 German TV programme “Beat, Beat, Beat” is of such high quality (less than 300 views, you have got to be kidding me !) that I want it on here and I will try not to repeat myself.

The band were the hand-picked young guns from various bands playing the Midlands circuit. In 1966 they dressed as gangsters, had an attitude, an energy and an appetite for destruction which drew comparison with the Who. Joe Boyd, in his fine memoir “White Bicycles”, writes of seeing the band at the Marquee Club in London and having meetings with them about replacing Pink Floyd as the new residents at the hippy U.F.O. club. The group were managed by a young hustler, Tony Secunda, who was eager to play with the big boys in the music industry. He chose to head for the overground and a record contract was very publicly signed…on the back of a topless female model !

The Move signed with young producer, Denny Cordell, a man who proved that he knew how to make a hit record many times. The guitarist Roy Wood was encouraged to write songs and the first single “Night Of Fear” went to #2 in the UK charts. “Night Of Fear” nicked a Tchaikovsky riff and was a pre-Summer of Love warning of a bad trip. There were contemporary bands presenting their own British take on pop-psych, the Smoke, Tomorrow, Les Fleur de Lys .The Move were the most commercially successful because they were the best at it.

Here the band play live, look smart and put on a great show. They play the first two singles (“I Can Hear The Grass Grow” was another Top 10 hit, another song about tripping ) and “Walk Upon The Water”, a track from the first LP. I had forgotten what a terrific song tune this is…lovely. I always thought that the singer Carl Wayne had a touch of the business of show about him, less comfortable in the Carnaby Street clobber, side-lined by the emergence of Roy Wood as the talent. They are all looking good here, the ill-advised perms, kaftans and bells came later. Bass player Ace Kefford particularly is the image of the dude rock star with the coolest look, moves and attitude.

Within a year the scene had shifted. The album was now the thing and the Move were locked into singles success. They made some great 45s but never managed to, or maybe did not want to, produce a concept album/rock opera. Roy Wood never seemed the most confident of men. As he became the leader of first the Move, then E.L.O. and Wizzard he hid himself behind increasing facial hair and ridiculous costumes. His run of singles with the Move compare with the best of British music at this time and he deserves a higher regard than he has. Still, if you need to hear the Move it’s a “Best Of” collection that will do the trick.

The original line-up of the Move splintered. Ace left, then Trevor Burton and finally Carl. The hits kept on coming for Roy Wood though. Trevor Burton formed Balls, another Birmingham supergroup involving Denny Laine, Steve Gibbons and others. Tony Secunda hustled a big advance, hired the great producer Jimmy Miller and the band went to a country cottage with the intention of “getting it together”. They only got very high for a long time and by the time “Fight For My Country was released the band had split. The song is an overblown epic of muscular peacenik psychedelia. Hey, they are Brummies, it was never going to be anything else. I had forgotten this song for over 30 years and it’s a cracker.

Years later I was visiting friends in Birmingham. We went for a beer at Sunday lunchtime and Trevor Burton was playing a set at the local pub. Usually a weekend in Brum involved smoking a lot of dope and listening to a lot of reggae, not much else. (Don’t knock it…it’s a thing). On returning to London my mates were impressed at the quality of entertainment provided by the neighbourhood boozer. Good memories of the Move and their very acceptable pop music.