Fooled by my own fool proof system must make me more of a fool than I give myself credit for. It’s an elderly memory malfunction thing, becoming commonplace. Like my lockdown skinhead idea. Skinheads fair as well as a bobcat on us elderly, what with hair sprouting from ears.
The ingenious strategy to create a word document called “albums which need reviewing” botched by forgetting Iโd previous had the same plan and executed it, leaving me with two documents of the same idea differing information. So it goes, like a historic homework excuse, on the previous version I’d simply typed “NJE,” without the usual brief explanation, thinking that’ll warrant me not forgetting this. Rather, I’d forget the whole document and started from scratch, leaving me oblivious to what NJE was supposed to mean upon rediscovering it.
Abbreviation resolved, โtwas the Near Jazz Experience mini-album โNought to 60,โ overlooked since June; I stated my defence and Iโm sticking by it. Annoying thing is, as anything with the name Terry Edwards attached to it, itโs smoothing right up my street and blowing a saxophone loudly at my front door.
Near Jazz Experience sees Terry team up with Higsons bandmate Simon Charterton and Mark Bedford from Madness. Names on the tin, you get four lengthy modern jazz pieces of rapture, reminding me somewhat of Herbie Hancockโs Headhunters, in a mod style. Remember throughout; brass is class.
The opening ten minute-plus master-jam of cool, Spirit of Indo, pays homage to the London pub birthplace of the NJE, where they played a monthly residency for nine years. Like ambient afro-funk or cumbia itโs got that deep loop running through it, Bedders programmed, Simon embellished the groove, and Terry added the toplines, sliding effortlessly from one horn to another, as is his wont. Thereโs a real sense of improv here, and it spellbinds you to groove, man.
The second tune is a moving tribute to David Bowie, an instrumental cover of Five Years, and Simonโs minimalist cymbal-work sustains this fragile melodica melody, it tingles the very innermost of your soul.
The tempo moves up one notch, for the third track, Tizita, and I immediately call in the spirit of New Mexico jazz with this almost tin solider drum, rolling over the top, yet a little research reveals this is inspired by Ethiopian jazz-legend Mulatu Astatke, who Terry had the pleasure of working with a few years back.
Shows you how much I know, but I do know what I like, and me causing to ponder the wonder of Miles Davisโ influence, as the finale title track builds in layers to funk, seventies cop show score fashion, with Terryโs sax just freestyling over Teutonic beats on electronic Wave drum, and a Motorik bassline, itโs some seriously cool jazz; very nice indeed, though expected, just annoyed with myself it got mislaid in my inbox till now. Ah well, better late than never.
The word โvery,โ rarely an adjective, as in โit happened in this very house,โ or โthis is very Terry Edwards,โ but commonly worthlessly used as an adverb, as in โitโs very cold today,โ or โthis is the very best of Terry Edwards.โ While the album simplifies it to the ambiguous โVery Terry Edwards,โ itโs BandCamp page suggests, โThe Very Best of Very Terry Edwards,โ which though itโs exactly what it is, itโs also one adverb enough for the most lenient of proof-readerโs red line. Yet, if the usage of very is erm, very worthless, it is the only thing on this album which is.
The multi-instrumentalist, best known for trumpet, flugelhorn, saxophone, guitar and keys, marked his sixtieth birthday last September releasing this three-CD best-of box set, and while I shouldโve mentioned it last month, between putting batteries in toys and stuffing myself with pigs in blankets things got tardy. Right now, though, I can think of no better outstanding project to kick off our music reviews for 2021. Reason only partly because it ticks all my personal favourite genre boxes, more so because of the range of said genres is far greater than run-of-the-mill best of compilations.
We need to assess Terryโs biography to understand the reason for this variety. Funky punk and second-gen ska most obvious, as from 1980 he was a founding member of Two-Tone signed band The Higsons, after graduating with a degree in music. But around that time Terry also produced and played on the Yeah Jazzโs debut album, of whom, despite the name, were particularly folk-rock.
Terry in 1984
From here the vastness of Terryโs repertoire blossoms, as session musician for a huge range of acts, from Madness to Nick Cave, PJ Harvey and The Jesus and Mary Chain to, particularly notable, The Blockheads. As well as his solo material, with his band The Scapegoats and a stint with dark punk-blues outfit Gallon Drunk, itโs understandable collating this in one reminiscent anthology is a mammoth task and a melting pot. Which is just what youโre getting for your money, a very, as the grammatical disorderly title suggests, worthy melting pot.
โWhen the earliest recording here was made the 18-year-old me couldnโt comprehend being 60,โ Terry explained, โyet here I am presenting a triple album containing 60 titles recorded between 1979 and 2020, through thick and thin.โ Therefore, it must be more tongue-in-cheek than Iโd suspect Roger Daltreyโs notion now of My Generationโs lyrics that for the opening track he opted for The Higsonsโ โWe Will Never Grow Old.โ
โYouโd expect an overview of my career to have some odd bedfellows and more than its share of quirks and foibles,โ he continued, โbut itโs been compiled to flow musically rather than have a chronological narrative.โ
That said, the first four tunes from his original band follow, with all their fervent rawness. Terry covered his tracks though, โI immediately break my own rules by starting with The Higsonsโ earliest release and debut single, but redeem myself by following up with the most recent recordings; two ballads recorded with Paul Cuddeford (Ian Hunter, Holy Holy) in February 2020. There is more method than madness; groups of songs which follow a theme or genre are found together regardless of when theyโre from.โ Indeed, weโre then treated to three tunes in a matured, mellowing jazz and blues, the latter of which with the vocally perfected Erika Stucky.
Then weโre into rock with The Wolfhounds, and a guitar-twanging Christmas blues song with Robyn Hitchcock, plodding jazz with Knife & Fork, post-punk Big Joan, avant-garde jazz with Spleen and rockabilly styled New York New York. While mostly jazz-related, this first disc graduates through genres with finesse.
Terry is like Georgie Fame with a Mohican, but whatever avenue is explored, you can guarantee quality. The second CD starts with a bang, upbeat mod-jazz with The Scapegoats. Thereโre more known covers here, sublimely executed Herbie Hancockโs Watermelon Man, a superb solo rendition of The Cureโs Friday Iโm in Love, as if Robert Smith wore a Fred Perry, and a hard-rock electronica version of Johnny Kiddโs Shakin all Over with the haunting vocals of Lisa Ronson. Even find an orchestral film score, and a piano solo of the knees-up capitalโs favourite, May Itโs Because Iโm a Londoner.
Yet if both the quantity and quality on offer here is so vast to make me waffle, it doesnโt waiver for the final disc, rather itโs my favourite. A BBC session outtake of a jazzy Voodoo Chile, with altered title to โChild.โ Dunno, canโt be a typo, the dedication to attributing to Hendrixโs masterpiece is no easy feat, lest it be known Terry manages it with awesomeness dexterity, with a saxophone!
If the last CD continues with on a jazz tip for two tunes, weโre transported to ska via John Holtโs Ali Baba by Lee Thompsonโs Ska Orchestra and other sundry members of Madness, and Totally Wired by Terryโs โSka All Stars,โ and more ska-jazz with Rhoda Dakar. Post-punk follows, featuring The Nightingales with Vic Goddard, Snuff, Glen Matlock and Gallon Drunk. Perhaps my favourite parts being the shouty cover of The Human Leaguesโ โDonโt you Want Me Baby,โ by Serious Drinking, and the general dilapidation of seriousness with new wave tunes mirroring the unsubtlety of Ian Dury & The Blockheads.
Hereโs a jam-packed box-set brimming with variety which flows suitably and makes a definitive portfolio of a particularly prolific and proficient musician. For many itโll hold fond memories, for younger, who think Kate Nash created the cockney chat-rap, or jazz wasnโt the same until Jamie Cullum came along, itโs a history lesson theyโll never forget!
This 60th birthday, 60 track-strong celebration spans over four decades. A triple CD clamshell boxset with 24-page booklet, but more importantly they say, โVery Terry Edwards is a birthday present to himself as much as anything else,โ giving it the impression youโre on a personal journey, like a child sitting on their grandpaโs lap while he recites memoirs, blinking exciting ones!
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Tomorrow, Friday 2nd October, sees a new single from Chippenham indie folk singer-songwriter Meg Hoy, or M3G, and it’s called My Riverโฆ.. If you deem songwriters using rivers as metaphors as a bit clichรฉ these days, from Springsteen’s safety net for the burdens of youthful relationships, or Joni Mitchell’s desperate escapism, to Billy Joelโs spiritualโฆ
Chedworth, Gloucestershire; proud village soloist, songwriter and model Flora Fiora is kicking the tyres and smashing windows in with a new single, and itโs about as explosive as female rage soundsโฆ.. With Olivia Rodrigo fashioned dynamic and unfiltered sound of Gen Z vulnerability, hints of Florence & The Machineโs baroque indie-pop, and the radical emotionalโฆ
The Wharf Theatre in Devizes is thrilled to announce a major new chapter in its artistic programme: the theatre has officially become a registered screening centre for National Theatre Live, bringing worldโclass theatre from the West End directly to Wiltshire….. From November 2026, audiences will be able to enjoy up to 12 NT Live productionsโฆ
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Second single of 2026 from local legend George Wilding, Loser to Loser is a grower which carries a delightful punchโฆif any type of punch could be deemed delightful, this is probably it! Thereโs something breezily contented indie-pop about Georgeโs recent releases with more commercial viability, rather than the often whimsically lost or dejected characters ofโฆ
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Witnessed amazing fireworks for Confetti Battle in Devizes, and I hopped eastwards to that sacred hippy haven in the Pewsey Vale, The Barge at HoneyStreet; what better place for equinox? For while there’s always a hedonistic happening here, this particular autumn occasion was unmissable; 3 Daft Monkeys were heading from Cornwall for their final nightโฆ
As youโre probably aware, because thereโs been lots of people kicking up a scene, Wiltshire Councilโs recycling centre booking system being trialled at Devizes, Lower Compton, Melksham, Purton, Salisbury and Stanton St Quintin has been running for a fortnight. Iโve got accumulated stuff, a wife subtly hinting, and not much to do on a Sundayโฆ