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Island Records: The Greatcoat Years

No record label has ever had its history subjected to the sort of minutely detailed scrutiny on show in the first two volumes of Neil Storey’s The Island Book of Records, the second of which was published just before Christmas. The initial volume examined the label’s earliest years, 1959-68, from the family background of its founder, Chris Blackwell, to the breakthrough into the new rock mainstream with the debuts of Traffic, Jethro Tull and Fairport Convention. The new one deals with just two years, 1969 and 1970. Their successors will, I gather, each focus on a single year**.

The format is that of an LP-size hardback of considerable heft (432 pages of high-grade paper in case of the new one), an oral history with testimony from participants and interested bystanders lavishly illustrated with photos, sleeve artwork, press cuttings, documents, ads and other ephemera. What 1969-70 means is loads of background (and foreground) material beginning with Steve Winwood’s involvement in Blind Faith and ending with King Crimson’s third album, Lizard. Among those featuring heavily are Spooky Tooth, Free and Mott the Hoople, three classic early Island rock bands whose largely student and mostly male following tended to sport ex-army greatcoats, along with plimsolls, loon pants and cheesecloth shirts.

You get their stories in jigsaw form, pieced together with great diligence in mostly bite-sized chunks of testimony. A good example is the treatment of Nick Drake’s Five Leaves Left: the producer Joe Boyd, the engineer John Wood, the bass player Danny Thompson, the guitarist Richard Thompson and the arranger Robert Kirby help describe its making, while Blackwell and his Island colleagues David Betteridge, Tim Clark, Bob Bell and Barry Partlow and the record shop owners John Clare and Eugene Manzi try to explain why it didn’t sell. (When Boyd sold his Witchseason production company to Blackwell in the ’70, it was with the stipulation in the contract that Drake’s three albums should never be deleted.) Others providing testimony include Gabrielle Drake, Nick’s sister, and Victoria Ormsby-Gore, a well connected friend.

There’s too much stuff here for me to begin to do it justice, but the riches include the triumph of King Crimson’s first album, helped by the fact that their two managers, David Enthoven and John Gaydon, were, like Blackwell, Old Harrovians; the debut album by Quintessence, a quintessentially Island band (i.e. Notting Hill hippies) that it turns out nobody in the company really seemed to like; the Fotheringay debacle, which derailed Sandy Denny’s career; the emergence of two ex-Alan Bown Set singers, Jess Roden and Robert Palmer, respectively with Bronco and Vinegar Joe; and the huge success of Cat Stevens, reinvented as a singer-songwriter with Tea for the Tillerman, and of Emerson, Lake & Palmer.

Alongside epochal releases like Traffic’s John Barleycorn Must Die and Fairport’s Unhalfbricking and Liege & Lief, the book features such bit-part players as Dr Strangely Strange (“a poor man’s Incredible String Band”), Blodwyn Pig and McDonald & Giles (respectively offshoots of Jethro Tull and King Crimson), and White Noise’s somewhat prophetic An Electric Storm, which seemed to typify Island’s propensity, in the early days, for backing weird stuff. Nothing is neglected, including the hugely popular and influential compilations, particularly what might be called the greatcoat anthologies: You Can All Join In, Nice Enough to Eat and Bumpers.

The two years covered by this volume pivot around the move from offices on Oxford Street to a former Congregational church on Basing Street in Notting Hill, converted around the time of the First World War into a factory making dressmakers’ showroom busts and wax figures for Madame Tussaud’s. Blackwell bought it and, with the aid of the acoustic engineer Michael Glickman and the studio technician Dick Swettenham, set about converting into a headquarters that incorporated not just offices for the label’s staff but two studios, No 1 on the ground floor, capable of accommodating 80 musicians, and the more intimate No 2 in the basement. This was where a bunch of talented young engineers set to work with Helios 16-track desks and Studer two-inch tape machines, and we hear from some of those hitherto best known as names the bottom of the list of album credits: Brian Humphries, Phill Brown, Richard Digby-Smith (“Diga”) and Phil Ault.

This was a turning point. Basing Street became a creative hub, a 24-hour hang-out, the office business conducted at round tables seating executives and secretaries in a non-hierarchical environment. Guy Stevens, the former DJ at the Scene Club in Ham Yard, for whom Blackwell had created the Sue label, was a maverick A&R presence, introducing Ian Hunter to a bunch of guys from Hereford and giving them the name Mott the Hoople. Lucky Gordon was the resident chef.

I visited Basing Street quite a lot during those early years, sometimes interviewing various people and other times just hanging out, occasionally in the studios. The buzz was terrific. It was, I suppose, a perfect example of hip capitalism in action. Nothing so perfect lasts for ever, but in this volume of his epic and invaluable series — expensive but, to those with an interest, worth every penny — Neil Storey catches it in glorious ascent.

* The Island Book of Records Vol 2: 1969-70, edited by Neil Storey, is published by Manchester University Press / Hidden Masters (£85)

** Not quite right. Apparently Vol 3 (out in the spring of ’26, all being well) will deal with 1971-72. Vol 4 is 1973-76, Vol 5 is probably 1977-79, and Vol 6 could be 1980-83. Neil Storey says he has always thought of the series as consisting of 10 to 12 volumes, so we’ll see.

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  1. Tom's avatar
    Tom #

    ‘Lizard’, singular!
    This tome sounds wonderful. Will check it out, thanks!

    January 8, 2025
  2. guygrundy476b8b4d66's avatar
    guygrundy476b8b4d66 #

    I had a greatcoat, though It was a too big for me.I was a young teenager at grammar school in Sheffield. I had my mother sew on( fake) fur around the cuffs.I thought I looked splendid and it came in handy when queuing in the cold overnight for tickets to see progressive bands at Sheffield City Hall. I also had an elder brother who possessed a Dansette record player.If I brought him up a cup of tea in the morning, he graciously allowed me to select an album to play. It was invariably Blodwyn Pig’s, Ahead Rings Out. He only allowed me to listen for half a minute,then kicked me out. He ended up going to the 1970 Isle of Wight festival and I continued my musical education through his records. Happy days!

    January 8, 2025
  3. Brian Botcherby's avatar
    Brian Botcherby #

    A lovely review, as always, Richard. The label produced some absolute classics in that period. While it was released during the period of the first book, I was reminded of the advert in, I believe, Melody Maker, for the release of Paper Sun by Traffic. The full page (I seem to recall) advert showed the record in its sleeve and nothing else, apart from the caption stating “This Is A Picture of A Number 1 Record”

    Of course it didn’t get to the very top of the charts, but I still have the single and treasure it dearly !

    January 8, 2025
  4. Richard B's avatar
    Richard B #

    Quintessence weren’t that bad. I went to see them at Holcombe Rogus village hall, in deepest West Somerset, one night in 1970, and they put on a good show. The Somerset Constabulary’s Drug Squad was out in force, complete with slavering Alsatians, and I was nearly arrested since, perfumed ponce that I was, I was smoking Disque Bleu.

    January 8, 2025
    • Dr_Jim's avatar
      Dr_Jim #

      Quintessence were a great jamming band – they never played the same set twice. Saw them a lot in 1970-71 at the Lyceum, Kingston Poly, Croydon Fairfield Halls & Fox Club, Weeley(!) Their live performances were far superior to their somewhat anaemic-sounding records. Got the idiot dancers bopping a treat.

      January 8, 2025
  5. John L Pritchard's avatar
    John L Pritchard #

    Great post Richard. I was 14 when the 1st King Crimson album came out. I became obsessed with Island and collected the pink label singles when I could afford them. Storey does a wonderful job. I grew up in Kidderminster and his Jess Roden anthology is one of my prized possessions.

    January 8, 2025
  6. micksteels's avatar
    micksteels #

    As I said when the last Island book came out the price is somewhat prohibitive. Just kicking myself a significant birthday has just passed, and instead of the blessed Bleu de Chanel I got I could’ve had this!

    January 8, 2025
  7. Dr_Jim's avatar
    Dr_Jim #

    Who remembers (Keith Relf’s) Renaissance these days?  A curious proto-prog rock act, their sole long player ILPS 9114 was issued by Island (with the classic pink label) in 1969. At its heart, the band was a piano trio supplemented with two vocalists and occasional guitar. Rather slight songs were inflated with large chunks of keyboard improvisation based on themes from the popular classics. At my school, this album was the preserve of a more ‘sophisticated’ listenership unlike the rest of us who were fixated on the English blues-rock of the period. Which is precisely where the roots of this band lay. Keith Relf & Jim McCarty had been the vocalist & drummer respectively in the pivotal English blues-rock band The Yardbirds, a combo that burned through lead guitar players at an amazing rate – Eric Clapton, Jeff Beck & Jimmy Page had all passed through the ranks of that outfit. Renaissance constituted a radical change of style. An unworldly young lad, I also hadn’t caught on that Renaissance was a local band. I went to school in Kingston-on-Thames, Surrey whereas Relf & McCarty (my seniors by a decade) had attended Hampton Grammar School, Middlesex just across the bridge. A school with a grand rock music tradition as it turns out since Brian May (of Queen renown) was also educated at HGS. The pianist John Hawken and bass player Louis Cennamo were also veterans of the UK beat group scene, and were experienced session players. The fifth member of the band was Keith’s sister Jane Relf.

    Recorded at Olympic Studios, Barnes and produced by another former Yardbird Paul Samwell-Smith (who also twiddled the knobs for Cat Stevens around that time), this album presents a simple yet effective soundstage, with the individual instruments vividly placed. The overall sound is naturalistic but there are some entertaining effects, including panning across the stereo image that is typical of recordings at the time. A headphones album for sure. The only drawback seems to have been Jane whose soprano voice could be a bit squawky at times. I hope it is not ungallant to point out that she is cruelly exposed when singing solo but, to her credit, her voice blends really nicely in ensemble passages. There are no guitar solos – just a bit of rhythm playing from time to time. The heavy lifting is done by Cennamo, whose bass work is exemplary throughout, and Hawken, who plays more ‘forte’ than ‘piano’ most of the time. The repertoire consists of two extended pieces in which everybody gets to solo and three shorter works. In addition, the CD reissue on Repertoire also contains an edit of one of the songs for 45 rpm single release plus a non-album B-side. The CD remaster is bright and loud.

    I think it is evident that this is an eccentric gem of the period but the original band did not last long. A successor band took over the name but had none of the original protagonists on board. Hence this collection really constitutes a one-off. For all its limitations, I enjoy this album very much.

    January 8, 2025
    • westonjanem's avatar
      westonjanem #

      Nice post and I well remember Renaissance. However your final paragraph is somewhat misleading as you don’t appear to have come across Illusion (also on Island but a few years later) who you might want to investigate. There’s also some nice early 1970 footage on YouTube of the original band playing live on German TV’s Beatclub. Best, Tim

      January 8, 2025
    • westonjanem's avatar
      westonjanem #

      Nice post and I well remember Renaissance. However your final paragraph is somewhat misleading as you don’t appear to have come across Illusion (also on Island but a few years later) who you might want to investigate. There’s also some nice early 1970 footage on YouTube of the original band playing live on German TV’s Beatclub. Best, Tim

      January 8, 2025
      • Dr_Jom's avatar
        Dr_Jom #

        Thank you for this comment. I’ll follow up your suggestion.

        January 8, 2025
  8. pncowley5b9abb496a's avatar
    pncowley5b9abb496a #

    Hi Richard, Many thanks for your review. As you say, this book is worth every penny. It brings to mind the day in 1970 when I bought the Island Records double album sampler “Bumpers” . This fabulous compilation changed my life as it opened up a whole new world of music to me. I discovered artists and bands that have remained special to me all my life including Free , John Martyn , King Crimson, Nick Drake, Sandy Denny, Fairport Convention and Traffic . No other record label could come close to Island’s roster at that time or at any time since. This book is a most worthy celebration of a period in music that I remember with great affection. Best wishes, Peter

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    January 8, 2025
    • micksteels's avatar
      micksteels #

      I remember buying “Bumpers” when it came out in the spring of 1970 and playing it to my mates, we were all big Traffic fans. The first track was the stunning “Every Mother’s Son released several months before JBMD was released

      January 9, 2025
  9. AnEarful's avatar
    AnEarful #

    Wow, this looks extraordinary. Would that I had the cash…and the space!

    January 8, 2025
  10. Todd Selbert's avatar
    Todd Selbert #

    waiting for Reggae.

    January 8, 2025
  11. Nick Shaw's avatar
    Nick Shaw #

    Thanks Richard for this review which recalls a memorable time in the early 1970’s in our greatcoats – I had a black Civil Defence one which I still own! In reference to King Crimson’s third album “Lizard” I still have a copy of your review of this great album from the Melody Maker in which you commented: “Like “Poseidon” it’s programme music but the textures and colours are laid on with the fine and delicate touch of a master”.

    January 9, 2025
  12. aloysius's avatar
    aloysius #

    Any chance of a memoir?

    January 9, 2025
  13. Bob's avatar
    Bob #

    we all live in Notting Hill Gate

    All we do is meditate.

    Quintessence.

    Sums the whole thing up.

    January 10, 2025
  14. Paul Kelly's avatar

    A wonderful review Richard of a book that I must get. Your revealing but slightly throwaway comment on Basing Street “Lucky Gordon was the resident chef” deserves some amplification. Gordon was the Jamaican jazz singer who arrived in London in 1948. In the early 1960s, he had a liaison with nightclub hostess Christine Keeler. This led to a fight at Wardour Street’s Flamingo Club between Gordon and Keeler’s lover, Jamaican Jazz promoter Johnny Edgecombe. Keeler refused to give Edgecombe help in finding a solicitor to protect him from an angry Gordon and Edgecombe ending up firing shots at the flat of Keeler’s ‘protector’, the society osteopath Stephen Ward. The events that unravelled led to the Profumo scandal which precipitated the collapse of the Conservative Government. A fuller version is told by Joe Boyd in a downloadable extra chapter of his memorable account of his whirlwind life in 1960s , ‘White Bicycles’. Although this happened a decade before the Island Records story, it reveals seeds that make Island a bit more culturally interesting and significant than merely a successful record company. It rather reminds me of that entertaining Roger Donaldson film, ‘The Bank Job’.

    In both film and record company there is an socio-cultural intersection between an easy-going but dying British colonialism, a British establishment steeped in stuffy public school values with some added corruption, radical Black power movements, a new entrepreneurialism that was happy to give two fingers to the establishment and break rules, the sense of possible alternative realities (largely lost since 1980s monetarism) and a sniff of scandal. As I recall, the 1970s were a difficult and messy decade. Island and other independent records labels, and the musicians they fostered, played a valuable and significant part in a process of national change in which music played an important role. Much has changed since then, some for the better. But some important things have, I think, also been lost in the cause of progress.

    January 11, 2025

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