Without doubt, the 1973 film Jesus Christ Superstar is my favourite version of this musical. And this song is just superb! First we have to appreciate that these folks were pulling off those amazing dance moves in sweltering heat. And the interaction between Jesus and Simon impresses me every time. Check Ted Neeley's reaction when Simon sings the line, "Keep them yelling their devotion, but add a touch of hate at Rome." Such a wonderful cast, with Yvonne Elliman, Carl Anderson & Barry Dennen joining Ted Neeley & Larry Marshall.
Inspired by a friend passing on a cinema souvenir brochure, I revisited this score. This particular piece is so utterly heroic and full of wonder. Love the piccolos (flutes?) that sing after the pulsating brass delivers around the 30 second mark.
One of the many wonderful indie artists you can find on YouTube. Gingertail does a mean Wellerman shanty here, and be sure to check out her Mandalorian cover. Oh, and Edge of Night! She uses a whole host of instruments in creative ways, and has some rather groovy tattoos.
This is one talented and charismatic lady. This piece is the theme song to Dragonball, I believe. She also does a mean "Back in Black" cover. One thing I love about her videos is the simple set-up leading to a great sound. I'm sure people will either love or be distracted by the percussionist with his big hair and frantic head-bobbing!
Not much to say here, except that this is a sublime song. My whole family are Fleetwood Mac fans. We used to listen to a cassette recording of Rumours pretty much every car journey we took (along with Boney M's Night Flight to Venus). Wish my Dad, brother and I could listen to Songbird with Mum again.
I am about to utter words of heresy! This version of John Barleycorn is better than Steeleye Span's. There, I said it. May Maddy have mercy on my soul... When I first heard the Span version, I was a young lad and didn't really focus on the lyrics. I just picked up on the violent parts. I honestly thought it was some ditty about a guy who gets beaten to a pulp, has his limbs severed and head crushed, but then (through pagan powers of resurrection, perhaps) rises from his bloody grave. Then my Dad told it was a song about beer. "Oh... I see."