Every so often, a record producer comes along whose mastery of the studio takes on a legendary status. The early years of pop showed off the technical talents of George Martin and Phil Spector; the world of disco gave a platform to Quincy Jones and Geogio Moroder (Quincy’s hand in making Michael Jackson’s ‘Off The Wall’ a global success cannot be understated – it’s a stunning sounding record) and the rock scene gave Martin Birch plenty to apply a distinctive style.
The Stranglers were an important part of the first movement of British punk. Not so much in that they were capable of writing angry, antagonistic songs, but more in the fact that they managed to inject various elements of late 60s dark psychedelia into the then new musical phenomenon.
During Real Gone’s first decade, our website managed to pick up a lot of supporters. From keen music fans, to labels and bands who loved what we did, every year seemed to gain momentum. Among it all, between the famous bands, the DIY artists and labels, there had been an unsung hero.
David Horton, a keen music fan from the US, supported our site from somewhere close to the very beginning. At a time when we wrote articles about albums we felt were overlooked and threw in the odd review for a new release, at a time when we only had support from a handful of regulars, David was there.
“Suddenly you were gone, from the lives you left your mark upon…”
– Rush, Afterimage
Neil Peart, the drummer and lyricist with Canadian prog legends Rush has died. He was 67 years old.
Often irascible and difficult, sometimes just plain rude, Ginger Baker wasn’t always the easiest person to get along with, assuming most accounts are to be believed. As if often the case, with such difficulty came genuine brilliance. Few could deny that Ginger was one of the finest drummers who ever lived.