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Lindsay Hutton reviewing the 20th anniversary at Kolingsborg in Stockholm April ,friday 13:

For Jeff Starship….

Perish forbid that I come over as any kind of visionary or whatev but I'm
pleased as all bloody fuck that the Nomads are still around. Criticised in
less educated quarters for an alleged lack of updating their ante for
updatings sake, these guys stick to the highway of making pristine punk rawk
with all the garage and metallic embellishments a guy or gal could need. They
mash it all up and deliver a serious sucker punch to the chin of the mediocre
day to day and hit a swift kick up the arse of lily-livered dullard rock.

The 20th Anniversary could hardly have gone any better. Taking the lead by
opening the proceedings, they stomped through a set of old and new chesnuts
with all the power and glory that It's safe to think about it. Old guys we
figured lost to free-form jazz threw away their crutches and bopped 'til they
dropped with the rest of us, what a triumph. By the time we got to (The Way)
You Touch My Hand where they brought up the old squad with The Kissettes then
it felt like we were watching The Band or The Buffalo Springfield or
whatever. This thing was charged with atom rays…

But those heady heights were yet to be topped. Thomas Öberg and of Bob Hund
and Jazzer Mats Gustafsson joined 'em for a searing tear through The Stooges
1970. Fucking Fuck! Thomas WAS Iggy, right down to the walking on hands and
contortions. The musical contortions didn't slouch none either. Ig boy should
be employing T as a stuntman because this guy was a better Jimmy Osterberg
than I ever saw Iggy be. It was totally incredible. Even more so for it being
off the cuff and I still can't believe that what we saw was real. Wow and
thrice wow but wait a minute, Osterberg and Öberg what's up with that?

The only way to follow them Nomads was with Andy Stewart's  "Donald Whaurs
Yer Troosers" so we did.

Next up was Sator. That ol' primo  rifferama never sounded so sinewy.
Delivering short sharp shots of shock treatment is their speciality and the
bloody club was bouncing alright. Robert Johnson and Punchdrunks get more
incredible everytime y' see them. They've gone all electric now and are more
crazed than ever. What a masterstroke adding the keyboard was. RJ and his
gang hammered the throng relentlessly with those Dick Dale channels Suicide
soundtrackbytes from some umpteenth dimension. Keep them ears peeled for
their molestation of Groovin' with Mr Bloe, coming soon to an emporium near
you.

What can I tell you about The Flaming Sideburns? I remain impervious to
their rollocking punk 'n' soul stew. They're damn nice guys and most all of
my crew hailing 'em as kings of the turf. Peter Tjolsen wants to have me
certified as clinically insane on account of my inability to see the light
but you can lead a horse to water yada yada? Haven't heard the new record
yet. Maybe that'll be the one that'll tip me but until then I gotta hold up
my hand and say that this isnae the one they warned me of.

To Bjorn, Hans, Jocke and Nick and all the crew that made this such a
memorable event we salute you. Fuck anybody who says you're rooted and always
stay as sick as you be.

As a footnote, 15 minutes after we got back from the airport the news about
Joey came in. It really took the wind outta our sails. Saturday night in
Broderna Ollsen, we were toasting the man's health and less than a day later
he was gone. Everybody who was there is probably smarting right now. None of
us would probably have even met if it wasn't for The Ramones and there could
have very well been no nuthin' ever if it hadn't been for Joe. He was
ingredient X. Like the stuff that seperates Coke from Pepsi.

These Nomad guys are cut from the same cloth. Special, special people. 

May they and theirs never lose that beat.

Lindsay Hutton, believer.

THE MEMOIRS OF A NOMADS-FAN

 

remembered by willy b

 

Part I: The history (Practically speaking)

The first time I ever heard of The Nomads was sometime in the spring of 1984. The Nomads had done their first gig in Oslo, Norway, and I was playing guitar in a band myself at the time. The drummer in this band, called Crawdaddy Simone by the way, had attended this gig (at a place called Ratz) and told me The Nomads had played "Stranger blues", a song we also did ourselves.

    I got a bit curious, went out and bought their mini-album "Where the wolf bane bloom", and got stuck. Fat and screaming guitars, and some incredible songs!

    In December 1984 I got to see them on stage in Oslo for the first time. I chatted a bit with them before the gig started, and they were very nice and friendly. They were great on stage, despite playing to about eleven persons. They had some trouble with the bass sound, got some horrendous bass-feedback, and I remember Ed Johnson throwing his sticks on the stage floor, and shouting in anger to bass player Tony Carlsson because of that. Not only that, but they did "Red Cadillac and a black moustache" as an encore, without Tony Carlsson, and I wondered if he'd gotten the sack between the main set and the encores. But then Tony came out into the audience, and asked if I had a lighter, as he wanted to smoke. He told me they never did that song with him.

    In the spring of 1985 we (The Nomads and Crawdaddy Simone) did a gig together at a place called Kroa, Bö i Telemark. There they did a version of "Stranded on a dateless night" which I really dug. I got on very well with Tony Carlson, and when I got the chance to put my own band together in the summer, under the name of  the willy b review, I picked Tony as the bass player. The rest of the band was from Norway.

     Big was my surprise when he told me that he no longer was with The Nomads. Anyway, he came over, we recorded four songs, and that was that. The willy b review did quite well, but it was impossible to have Tony in the band, after all he was living in another country, and we had no money to pay for neither trains nor planes. It's a long way from Stockholm to Oslo. Anyway, I went to visit him i Stockholm later that year, got in touch with another Solna group called The Shoutless, and co-produced their 45 "Baby come on" in December. In the summer of 1986 I was supposed to play at a local outdoor festival in Solna, with the Shoutless. The drummer got ill, so there was no gig, but The Nomads played there too. I do remember a version of  "Temptation pays double" with Hasse Östlund on lead vocals from that gig. In the autumn I did three songs with the Shoutless at the already mentioned Kroa i Bö, playing support to The Nomads. I remember the Nomads opening with a fantastic version of "Swamp gal", and that they did at least one Roky Erickson number.

     The willy b review continued with several different line-ups. In the spring of 1987 the line-up was down to an instrumental trio for a few months, modeled after the Solna-band Bottle-Ups, as I wanted to create Norway's answer to them. We got to support The Nomads in Oslo in April 1987, and this has to be the worst Nomads-gig I've ever seen. Not only did they do an awful version of "Milk cow blues", but they stumbled in "Rat-fink a boo-boo" and had to restart it. Hasse broke a string somewhere in their set too, a string which I replaced. Anyway, this was apparently their fourth gig with a new rhythm-section, so... That very same rhythm section is still with the band today, fourteen years later.

     In 1988 I started to work on a local radio station, having my own hour every week, playing records and interviewing people. I called this weekly program "Rat fink a boo-boo", and it became quite popular. In addition to the signature-tune I always had what I called "Veckans lilla Nåmads" where I simply played one of their records. I also remember  I interviewed Frank Minarik about "All wrecked up" at the time it was issued. To me, that album is the lowest point of The Nomads' recording career. But every group that lasts a few years seems to have one,  like The Pretty Things had "Emotions", The Stones "Between the buttons" a.s.o. 

     Those of you with a bit of knowledge of  the history of The Nomads, surely know that both bass player Tony and drummer Ed Johnson (and also Nick for a while), were members of a group called The Rumblers, when they no longer were with The Nomads. In the autumn of 1990 both The Rumblers and the willy b review played in Trondheim on the same day, at different places though. Ed and Tony came down to where the willy b review were playing, and you should have seen their faces when we ended our show with "The way you touch my hand"!

    On September 7, 1991, the willy b review supported The Nomads for the last time at Studentersamfunnet, Trondheim, Norway.  I can tell the exact date, as I have the poster from the gig on the wall right behind as I'm writing this. They were OK I presume, except that they were loud! Incredibly loud! I do think The Nomads at that concert are the loudest band I've ever heard, although the Norwegian group Motorpsycho seemed to be louder in Kristiansand in spring 1999. But Nomads at least had a decent sound despite the loudness, M'psycho had not. At the same time I did an interview with Nick and Frank for a Norwegian music paper, about "Sonically Speaking" among others.

     I more or less gave up music in 1992, disbanded the willy b review, and even stopped collecting records. Wrote a couple of books about pulp fiction, and the years went by. I picked up the Nomads' albums as they came out however, there were always a track or two I thought were OK. I got the chance to see them again a couple of years ago, just before the release of  the "Big sound 2000"-album, and thought they were pretty good! They weren't dead yet!

 

Part II: The importance (theoretically speaking)

The hard cold facts are: The Nomads is the most important band to ever come out of Sweden. Bands like The Hep Stars were probably bigger, and Abba was definitely bigger and made tons of money as well, but none of those Benny Anderson-related groups made an impact on countless people, I don't think they made anybody more genuinely interested in music. The same goes for Tages, Ola & The Janglers, Cardigans, Bob Hund, Soundtrack Of  Our Lives and so on, they didn't make any young people get together with their instruments to try to start a band.  The Nomads also opened up a lot of doors for Scandinavian groups in Europe, with their long tours through country after country. Groups before The Nomads were dreaming and talking about doing things abroad, but never managed to do it. Those points are essential as far as importance go, the way I see it. Ok, I used to dig The Hep Stars in my younger days (and "On Stage" is an incredible album!), and I play "Abba gold" quite a lot even today (oh mamma mia!), but as far as activating people one way or another, The Nomads are Sweden's all time #1 band.

    The record of most importance here, is of course "Where the wolf bane blooms". A masterpiece when it arrived, a masterpiece still today, and it made people think and do something. At least some. To me it was the best record to come out of the eighties, along with The Screaming Blue Messiahs' "Good and gone" mini-album (not far behind), and "Lone Justice" first album (not far behind there again). It's directness, rawness and simplicity combined with power influenced people all around the western world, mainly based on the jungle telegraph. After all, there were no big ads, hardly any radio or tv (the Swedish television seems to be very slow, even compared to Norwegian television), and I do remember laughing at one Swedish rock-encyclopedia that came out in the middle of the eighties that didn't even mention The Nomads, despite a couple of European tours, "...wolf bane.." and a bootleg or two. "What a shame", I thought.

    As a matter of fact, I think there is only one group that can be compared to the Nomads that's been going for that many years, and that is The Cramps.

    Speaking of memories, I remember meeting Frank Minarik who told me that a bootleg with The Nomads had arrived on the marked. It was titled "Psycho live" and was "quite good", Frank told me with a big smile on his face. That smile wasn't quite as broad when we a few months later were talking about "European Wolf Tour", which had lots of vocals, bass and drums, but hardly any guitar, PA-taped as it was.

    But what is it that make people around the world  still buying their records, and still pay up the necessary cash to get into the concert halls? There are several reasons I think. First it's the music. It's always raw, pretty simple, but still has guts. Nick Vahlberg is one of the better singers in this world, although no Howlin' Wolf or Phil May, he sound both natural and convincing. A good voice, and easy to recognize as well.

    Then there is Hans Östlunds guitar playing, which is probably the most unique element of them all. I can't think of any guitarist anywhere that is more easy to recognize than him. Well, maybe Les Paul, but then that's another bag of tricks. And finally, the rhythm-section does what a rhythm section should do, providing Hasse and Nix with a backbone and a bottom.

    Please let me also add that I think The Nomads' music sounds much better on vinyl than on CDs. The guitars sometimes get a bit thin on the digital format, especially when they are presented in wide-screen stereo. So for your own pleasure, get yourself the vinyl versions.

    The Nomads have always been the Nomads (even when they were The Screaming Dizbüsters), and they always will be, it seems. I've never quite understood why they called themselves The Screaming Dizbüsters, playing the songs at Nomads-concerts as well. But the "Summer of love" fortyfiver is one of the greatest records ever made. I'm also glad to say that I think "Up-tight" is their best album since "Hardware", which mean they still got something to give, in fact more than most other bands these days. As the wise men say: You can't keep a good band down!

        The Nomads are about music - playing it, enjoying playing it, and doing what they do best the best way they can. Therefore: Happy birthday, Nomads, and thank you for the music!

 

Oslo, May 14th, 2001,

 

willy b

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