"When Duke Grant turns on his instrument he turns on all within swingshot of his
mammoth speakers. It's party time with the flying fingers and pounding pedals of
a peer of the Hammond - Duke Grant" - so runs the sleeve blurb for this and, I
have to say, it sounds good to me; to these ears a Hammond with the lid off can
sound as joyous as a church bell at Christmas. Sexy too - that other 'master' of
the Hammond Billy Preston knew how to get his entendres in a line when he called
his 1966 album 'Wildest Organ In Town', but alas and alack, cold water meets
ardour within minutes of needle meeting this particular piece of vinyl.
Actually, it reminds me
of the scene in Powell and Pressburger's wartime film 'A Canterbury Tale', when
titular cathedral organist Dr. Kelsey offers British Sgt. Peter Gibbs the
opportunity to play the instrument with the caution, "Play something - anything
- only, don't swing it." Because even though the cover shot suggests there's two
sides of wild freakbeat on offer to get down with here, Duke's Hammond
party defiantly fails to swing. At all.
The tracklist offers up a
curious mix of the popular ('Delilah', 'A Hard Day's Night', 'Downtown') and the
traditional ('Greensleeves', 'Swing Low Sweet Chariot', 'Down By The
Riverside'), but in truth it doesn't matter all that much - some of the above
are barely recognisable in these arrangements. As a case in point 'Light
My Fire' (bizarrely listed on the label as 'Baby Won't You Light My Fire') and
'Dock Of The Bay' contain only fleeting references to their familiar melodies
with the rest filled with random major chords and a rhythm section chugging
along behind along to fill in any gaps like council workmen filling in potholes. And what's curious is that,
even though this is billed as a 'Hammond Organ Dance Party', the Hammond isn't even
the lead on some of the tracks; the unaccredited guitarist takes the lead melody
on at least half while Duke's Hammond burbles away in the
background on a very low flame. Duke must have left those 'mammoth speakers' at
home on recording day.
What this ultimately results in is a bit of a muddy mess that's
akin to a field recording of an impromptu Sunday afternoon jam session where
only one member of the trio actually knows the tune that's called out, leaving
the others to gamely follow the chords and fill in wherever they can. Whether
this is a fair and accurate description of the actual talent or ability of the
performers I cannot say; I can find no other info on about Duke Grant or his
trio other than they seem to have released two other Hammond organ albums that
promise a similar splendid time for all. On the evidence displayed here though,
I shan't be bothering to track them down.
I'm still struggling to come to terms with the pic. Is he dancing or doing some kind of weightlifting lunge?
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