***The Raunch Hands-PAYDAY LP (Crypt)
Here's yet another one of those outta nowhere singles that for the life of me I've never seen mentioned ANYWHERE! Perhaps a quick thumbing through an old NME would shed light on this single which was recorded for the definitely non-prog UK label, but since I don't have any access to the mag's crucial years at hand I'm afraid that finding out anything concrete about this un's outta the question. I do know that Miss Harvey had a number of other releases for UK (including a cover of "Working My Way Back To You") as well as an album, but other'n that I guess I'd have to buy the BUBBLE POP collection of English pop weirdities to get at least a smidgie bit more of knowledge regarding the lass than what already resides in my overly junk-filled mind.
Flipster "Baby"'s the Dylan track and it's sure nice hearing a seventies Dylan cover that doesn't reek whole wheat smirk or seventies SoCal turquoise cocaine karma. Let's just say it's lucky that Peter Asher wasn't around to produce this 'un given its simple approach and Harvey's slight growl are enough to save this from being yet another schlock popster to toss on the heap of El Lay showbiz smarm!
But hey, I can always go for a nice noisy romp and this one's about as noisy as anyone can get these days (never mind that this dates back to the eighties...in fact I procured my very own copy at the Record Revolution in Cle Hts. which means that there is the slight chance that my copy might have been fingered by someone important on the local underground scene o' the day!). Imagine the Joe Jones Tone Deaf Music Company letting their self-playing instruments loose while some low IQ man randomly plays various Julie Andrews soundtracks and John Cage records while listening to a man and lady discuss the proper ways one should use their pet's body parts to their fullest extent. Then imagine that the past thirty years of your life were just one big long, disgusting illusion and you'll get an idea of how you will feel once the tone arm lifts off side two. Kinda make me wish I was listening to one of Mr. Krumins' Nurse With Wound radio blocks while sitting on a pointy sno cone.