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Just like most near-lifelong Beatlemaniacs stuck in the summer of 1980, news that no less than John Lennon was about to re-enter the recording studio after an unprecedented five year AWOL filled me and my ears with eager, excited anticipation. I mean, there could be no doubt the Chief Beatle would have identified with, not to mention greatly appreciated, the leather-jacketed back-to-raw-basics approach those late Seventies punks had brought to an otherwise milquetoast music scene during his hiatus. So, naturally, these new Lennon recordings would undoubtedly reflect said fire and fury, righting all that was wrong upon my AM and maybe even FM radio dial. Right?

“Imagine” then my utter disappointment when the resultant Double Fantasy album – at least John’s tracks – appeared coated with layer upon layer of innocuous goop that sounded far, far more Billy Joel than Joey Ramone. 

I can understand, I suppose, that Lennon was being delicately eased back into the early Eighties marketplace with the least offensive, most mainstream audio sheen possible. But just a minute: This was a man who had until then never once feared to recklessly puncture the sonic envelope, public opinion not to mention the Billboard Hot 100 be damned. So why was he now making music with a buncha too-high-paid, perfectly-pitched New York City studio cats as opposed to with …duh… a REAL BAND?!

Listen, forget Paul, George, and even Ringo – there already existed in 1980 a fab foursome that were more than up-to-the-task of injecting what turned out to be John’s final recordings with all the fun and frantic force they so richly deserved. Why, these guys were even fellow Brits, one of whom had concocted a little retro-masterpiece called “I Hear You Knocking” which Lennon once remembered to be his favorite record of 1970! 

Not only that, said combo had, on the very heels of Double Fantasy precisely 42 years ago this month, released a galloping gem of a record called Seconds of Pleasure which could stand the vinyl test against “Power To The People” and possibly even “Please Please Me” (to say nothing of “Cleanup Time”) with one ’59 Telecaster tied behind its back.

Alas though, as John chose to exit his recording career on the dreaded middle of the road, Billy Bremner, Terry Williams, Dave Edmunds and Nick Lowe, dba Rockpile, were busy bashing out some of the most brilliantly base rock ‘n’ bop you or I have ever heard. Even today, all these decades and D-chords later, songs such as “Teacher Teacher” and “Play That Fast Thing (One More Time),” to say nothing of albums like Labour of Lust, Repeat When Necessary, and the above-mentioned Seconds, flip flop and fry with all the majesty of your typical vintage Elvis or even, dare I say it, (With The) Beatles number. Yes, unless someone out there can prove to me otherwise, it appears Rockpile were just about the best band at work anyway, anyhow, and anywhere as those Seventies became the, gulp, Eighties.

Proof extremely positive of this claim can immediately be found upon Eagle Records’ Rockpile Live at Montreux 1980 CD, which in sixteen tracks and a mere, lightning 49 minutes captures the quartet at their absolute, astonishing popabilly peak.

Now remember that, due to myriad contractual (and other) snafu’s at the time, Rockpile all too seldomly found themselves together on stage performing the dozens of songs they’d helped write, perform, and/or produce for slews of Mickey Jupp, Carlene Carter, Elvis Costello and of course Edmunds and Lowe records. In fact, only one Seconds of Pleasure track – the blackboard jangle classic “Teacher Teacher” – made its way onto Live at Montreux. Yet with numbers the caliber of Graham Parker’s “Crawling From The Wreckage,” the aforementioned Costello’s “Girls Talk,” and even a “Let It Rock” which, with its note-perfect “Rock Around the Clock” break, sounds so much more nutty yet nuanced than the Rolling Stones’ previous reading, there’s more than enough pleasures to go around and around.

For example: a thoroughly pub rock-soaked “Sweet Little Lisa,” a “Queen of Hearts” precisely the way it’s meant to be heard (so sorry, juicy Newton), an undeniably adulterous “I Knew The Bride” not to mention possibly definitive versions of “So It Goes” and “Switchboard Susan.” Why, even that oldie but still goodie “I Hear You Knocking” makes an appearance in typical R-pile reckless abandon. In other words, here is a band captured at its completely fully-stoked prime, ripping across their on-stage repertoire in a manner which, tempered and duly tamed, formed the basis upon which most every subsequent American “new wave” hit was built, from Greg Kihn on down to all the Tommy Tutones and Rick Springfields you’d ever care to recall.

But then, what of our heroes themselves? 

Rockpile most unfortunately splintered soon after their Montreux grandstand, Dave Edmunds moving on to produce the reformed Everly Brothers, for example, and sustaining his solo career all the way through 1990’s “King of Love” while his erstwhile partner Nick Lowe eased into life as the undoubtable Cary Grant of rock ‘n’ roll (buoyed by abundant “What’s So Funny ‘Bout Peace, Love and Understanding” royalties via that Bodyguard soundtrack for starters). 

Tragically, I must report no other band has appeared since to fill the smash-happy void Rockpile left in our world. But at least we finally have, with Live at Montreux, both aural evidence of what all the buzz was about and another sixteen reasons to mourn what could have only been if Billy, Terry, Dave and Nick had continued to call it rock for us all.

But! There remains plenty of Double Fantasy out-takes still begging for them to overdub upon, of course…


By Gary Pig Gold

Gary Pig Gold is a singer-songwriter, record producer, filmmaker, and author. His fanzine The Pig Paper was Canada's first independently published music magazine, and among the recording artists he has worked with are Pat Boone, Dave Rave, Endless Summer, Simply Saucer and Shane Faubert.