Daddy Long Legs vs. True-Blue
Thrift shops are sometimes great and more often not. Lately (the last couple of years) I had the feeling I was looking, no, not at things, but at more interesting offers. I've no idea wether this is another purge, this time initiated because people are only streaming nowadays and want to get rid of their media such as LPs or CDs. I believe the secondhand market re Vinyl is hanging on by a thread, still breathing but in ER. The equivalent re CDs is dead and not even a Frank Zappa quip can rectify the situation. There are a few CDs that are still worth something, but altogether ... try selling a bunch. You'll see, there are no takers, except when YOU pay them to take the load off your hands.
And sometimes you come across a band you've never heard of, yet they could be your next door neighbours. You listen to the CDs, because CDs they are most likely and no, it doesn't work out to be a long lost masterpiece of a completely underestimated band. And voilĂ , we're talking Daddy Long Legs and Tru-Blue.
Don't spend any money on these things, even one EUR is about 99.9 Cents too much ... make it a hundred. Both are of the kind of band you'll find at the local Jazz Night in your very own hamlet. Where the only bands they could afford were local outfits who are usually playing for their moms and dads and their friends (if they have any of the latter at all). Jazz Nights have grown to epidemic proportions and they can be found in every place that has a population of more than 10 cows. They all, and I mean ALL, started out as Jazz Nights or Days or Weeks. It was always and ever Jazz. No Rock, no Blues, no subgenre like R'n'R, RnB and that means in other words, shuffle to Dixie and Swing and pretend it's the roaring twenties again and either a) it's cold as fuck outside (these events are always outdoors or b) it's pissing down cats and dogs or c) the beer is warm, the food is cold, the people you're with take the opportunity to go ape because they recognize a Bix Beiderbecke tune and you're looking for the next beer.
And when Pop and Rock reared its ugly head at these events, it was then, that you got bands like Daddy Long Legs or True-Blue. Just squeezing in a word sideways, these are not the well know Daddy Long Legs (or Daddy Longlegs). And it was then, you'd wish you had the flu and stayed at home. Bu no, you moved from stage to stage and the people you're with couldn't place their butts in one place for more than ten minutes (come to think of it, that was probably the positive side). I have no idea wether any of these two bands ever played at one of these rockin' out events for the elderly and for the ones for whom this is the only night of the year, when they hear something like Pop or Rock.
"Pleading Soul" by Daddy Long Legs is thankfully only a 4-Track, 15:34 minutes EP-CD. They must have been (I assume they don't exist anymore)) from around the Basel area. From what I hear, my first guess is, students. The music sound so lifeless, so academic and there's nothing that makes me want to buy this album and it's one of the bands that would make me leave the the venue after about five minutes.
For a band that made the CD probably with borrowed money from their parents, it's quite a remarkable recording. Spell MOR as MOR as you can and you're there. I don't doubt for a second that the folks murdering their instruments know what they do, but there's absolutely no heartbeat. This is polished until the silver shines.
The singer, a Sarah Cooper, is bloody awful, as she tries to ape a line of top performers. I hear a messed up attempt at Janis Joplin and I really wouldn't buy a secondhand car from her.
The band itself is made up of eight(!) individuals when half would have done the trick. And the backline is guitars, keys, piano, bass, drums, percussion, saxophones and trumpets. The list of people thanked for is longer than the last printed telephone book I saw for the NWS part of Switzerland. I won't part without at least one positive note: Of the four songs on offer here, only one is a coverversion (O. Redding's "Hard To Handle"). And this is amazing, three originals, even they might be so amateurish, they make you cringe. Glad I never got to see them live.
While Daddy Long Legs are only on the fringe of your typical "let the cows fly" one nighters, True-Blue hit the nail squarely on the head. Judging from all the addresses that are mentioned in the insert, the band must hail from the Basel countryside area. The CD has been recorded at the Galery Music Bar (long since closed) and the Maribu (still going strong and trying to inject som culture into our very own hillbillies). Tru-blue is not as sophisticated (or pretending to be) like Daddy Long Legs. And you can hear it. Barely out from their practice room, they take to the stage and play to an audience of ten farmers. 11 Tracks and 10 of them coverversions. A piece of advice, when you rely on other folk's songs, try to give it a twist, otherwise I'll stay at home and listen to my records.
I have an inkling that this CD wasn't really meant for the general public, but for their families and friends "look what we've done Ma". The lead vocalist is better than what we've got from Sarah Cooper. Even though his performance is also somewhat deep in aping and knowing that they come from a farm only a short distance away, this is not a lot street credibility. The sound is not quite as polished as "Pleading Soul" and I can well imagine that this outfit went down well at midnight after the umpteenth pint. Sometimes I hear far far away shades of Alex Harvey. Interesting choice for "Sweet Louise" which is a Steve Walwyn original. The low point is the last song "the Rose" from the film with Bette Middler. What a messed up end to a not promising career.
Cheers
Roland













