‘Desperatingly close to making sense’ maybe the most dumbfounding opening line to a meaningless rock’n’roll rant since David St Hubbins of Spinal Tap said there’s such a fine line between stupid and clever. It uses the phoney word desperatingly instead of the more pragmatic and dare I say grammatically correct word usage of despairingly, for desperatingly means nothing if it isn’t accompanied by thribble, marmalade-dropper or say snaffle, which are all made up words, nevertheless, in their own right meaningful to their inventor. Although if I think really hard, apart from getting a jittery left leg, I can only recall thribble being a fool word and has something to do with a little larger than a small amount, whereas snaffle is Big Dan’s legacy to food, and marmalade-dropper is a good morning read.

This ‘stop making sense’ theory was picked up by Talking Heads with its a poetic license to The Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band who in turn took their name from a cartoon character of a dog called Bonzo which was around in the 1920s and reflected The Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band’s zippy music hall, trad-jazz, psychedelic rock, and avant-garde style with aplomb. ‘I’m The Urban Spaceman’ was produced by Paul McCartney and surprisingly hit No.1 in the UK this month in 1968. They went on to record a plethora of hits including ‘Can Blue Men Sing The Whites’ and ‘My Pink Half of the Drainpipe’ from the album ‘My Doughnut in Granny’s Greenhouse’, and all in all this doesn’t make it too surprising that they toured with The Who in the States, probably to entertain Keith Moon.

‘There were psychedelic elephants eating conifers and cheese, the mice and ants of once their abode were munched down to their knees. The churn was swirled in Nelly’s belly till dung it did the form, and Georgie, Ringo, John and Paul rock’n’rolled with it in the thorn.’ Or so was the darkened flame lit bush tales from Brian Epstein’s African tribal son’s chief daughter – Little Miss Chief, but between you and me from there on in it gets a bit messy.

The elongated backstairs of rumour and buzz are quietly, privately folded and formed from under the counter truths that snake their way through the populous of man and beast. A clandestine hush is predominantly the root of every hoodwink that many fellow can portray to and betray his fellow’s fellow in the world of reality and hogwash, therefore enabling words in a harmoniously synced tune will run the course of time, even if they’ve never been fathomed as to their actual meaning; I rest my case said the Right Hon. Rev L. Bottom and MP for Poppycock and Twaddle, East Gumtree…

At the end of the day it is only rock’n’roll and we’ll be looking into all genres throughout 2016. Recorded the first week in January 1971 was Led Zeppelins ‘Carry me back, baby where I come from’. Because it’s good to know where you’re coming from to realize where you’re going. On our next stop of February we’ll be looking at some new releases.