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The MOJO CD - Physical Graffiti Redrawn

As everyone knows by now - frankly if you don't, you must have been living on Ganymede these past few months - the new reissue of Led Zeppelin's sprawling 1975 double album Physical Graffiti is now available for our delectation. MOJO have gone to town on it in their latest edition, including a cover versions album of the classic as its cover CD.

If I were forced to take only one Zep album to the mythical desert island, it would most likely be Physical Graffiti as it runs the gamut of every stylistic twist and turn that the unmatchable band went through in their relatively brief career.

Assuming the guitarist knows the chords and the singer isn't tone deaf, it would be difficult if not impossible to do a bad cover of one these songs, so strong and instantly recognisable as they are to any self-respecting rock fan, and this tribute album does not disappoint and is a fun ride. So, here goes...

1.  White Denim - Custard Pie
Kicking off the album is this rumbustious piece of bl…

John Lydon - Anger Is An Energy

It sure is John, and with the excessive amount of rage that still courses through your system even after all these years, you could power PiL's stage monitors for a year. For such a once slightly built fella, it's a wonder he could keep those massive chips from falling off his bony shoulders. Mind you, just look at that jaw line now! John Lydon is the sort of chap who is probably the epitome of "never meet your heroes" - not, I hasten to add that he would be an embarrassment in the manner of a Morrissey, but that you get the impression he'd bite your head off so much as look at you. Definitely the sort of fella you'd want on your side in a scrap though.

The book was ghost written by Telegraph rock journalist Andrew Perry, whose remit was to keep as close to Lydon's spoken tracts as possible. Sounds like money for old rope to me!

This sprawling and seemingly practically unedited autobiography traces the development of John Lydon the man, from poverty and…

Ashley Reaks - Compassion Fatigue (1-8)

Compassion Fatigue (1-8) by Ashley Reaks

I stumbled over this intriguing oddity thanks to James Hendry's Gigging Forever website. Mr Reaks describes himself thus: "Born wrong, collage artist, experimental post-punk musician, adult child, dole-veteran, therapy survivor, reality-avoider". While avoiding some reality or other he came up with the novel concept behind Compassion Fatigue (1-8). There are eight songs. The first is in A and is one minute long. The second is in B and is two minutes long and so on.

Musically it is a weird mix of cut-up, dub reggae bass, restive percussion, post-punk jerkiness, off-kilter jazz breaks, and poptastic melody, and all very toe-tapping it is, too. The lyrics are something else entirely, for it seems Mr Reaks has a mind full of deformed creatures that live at the bottom of sewers. Here's a milder example of the black-as-night humour on offer: "Smeared in baby lotion, lizard loving loner. Crackshot with a crossbow and a crack-ind…

Le*Silo - Kesamino

This is the third album from Tokyo trio Le*Silo, an avant rock band formed in 1999 who had to wait five years before being able to record and release their first album 8.8,relatively quickly followed in 2006 by the second, the snappily titled 3.27830. The gap to Kesamino, their third album has stretched to eight years, and in the 15 years of their existence the fairly low levels of activity, with the three members doubtless going off to take part in other projects has allowed the group to remain constant, with none of the comings and goings that may have occurred in a busier group over such a long time.

Prog Archives refer to the band as playing "a widely influenced blend of demanding prog rock, which mostly takes the form of RIO and avant-jazz, with punk-rock stylistics, which is not only captivating, but well played", which apart from unnecessarily describing Le*Silo as "prog rock" will do for starters.

If you follow the PA link above, scroll down to the first …

Another open letter to Robert Fripp

Dear Mr Fripp

Sorry, for it appears I was wrong.

Yours, most humbly
Roger T