Ogdens
Nut Gone Flake- The Reviews
Q Magazine, February 1990
Where CDs seldom restore pop
antiquity to new glory is, of course, in the packaging. Castle
are therefore to be commended for replicating, albeit in
miniature, the famous fold-out sleeve which so brightened record
shops in 1968, when OGDEN'S NUT GONE FLAKE went to Number 1 in
the UK. Moreover, in a highly desirable limited edition, they
have housed the package in a suitably baccy-style tin. Like SGT.
PEPPER, the combination of nostalgia for fustian Victorian music
hall and stoned King's Road foppery is reflected in the music
within. Again like a pioneering LP of the previous year-THE WHO
SELL OUT-some songs are linked by spoken word, courtesy of
doggerelist Stanley Unwin: this latter section is likewise
whimsically Who-like-"My name is Stan and I'm on a
quest"-and it's clear these diminutive EAST END mods hadn't
the gift for rock mini-opera of their West London rivals. The
gorblimey hit single Lazy Sunday is, however,
imperishable, and the band's sound, dominated by Ian McLagan's
organ, suits the psychedelic era's fondness for studio phasing
better than Steve Marriott's rockney tones did such cod-pastoral
twaddle as Mad John. For all The Small Faces'
enthusiastic embrace of the era's visual bric-a-brac, the
growing heaviosity of what was soon to be known as progressive
rock didn't sit comfortably on their narrow shoulders
("Life is just a bowl of All-Bran," they singalonga;
"you wake up every morning and it's there"). Tin
Soldier (performed live, a bonus track) was more their
style, and when the band split, it was for the laddishness of
The Faces and Humble Pie.
- Mat Snow
(Issue #41)(February 1990)
Uncut magazine (UK), May 1997
THE SMALL FACES
OGDEN'S NUT CONE FLAKE
THE AUTUMN STONE
Castle Communications
CHECK out how many column inches
The Small Faces warrant in rock encyclopaedias, compared to the
space given to the likes of The Kinks or The Who and you'll find
Steve Marriott's men fail miserably short of their
contemporaries.
Granted, they knocked it on the
head after less than four years but between 1965 and 1969 they
were just as innovative and influential. They embraced R&B,
soul and psychedelia while remaining resolutely British. The
pioneering "concept" album Ogden's Nut Gone Flake pre-dated
Pete Townshend's Tommy by a year and in Marriott they had
the finest white voice of the decade.
And, by splitting when they did,
it gave them little time to fuck up and tarnish their
well-earned reputation (how many really good Kinks or Who
records have you heard in the last 25 years? A lesson the band's
modern day champion Paul Weller took to heart when he disbanded
The Jam at precisely the right moment.
The Small Faces,
originally released in 1967, is a perfect distillation of the
energy of the group's live performances over the previous two
years. This remastered version adds five bonus tracks including
the more complex singles Itchycoo Park and Tin Soldier
like a statement of intent for the future, not dissimilar to how
The Beatles' Revolver paved the way for Sgt
Pepper.
Ogden's Nut Gone Flake, from
1968, is the recognised ground-breaker with its infamous
circular sleeve design and nonsensical continuity links from
professional nutter Stanley Unwin, but the novelty elements
never detract from the invention of tracks like Long Agos And
Worlds Apart or Happy Days Toy Town.
Only the big hit Lazy Sunday,
with its cod-cockney Lionel Bartisms grates on the ears.
The Autumn Stone,
originally released as a double vinyl album in 1969 is a taking
care-of-business collection of the old and new which, while
providing a fairly accurate snap shot of the group's career by
mopping up various singles and non-album tracks, is let down by
some painfully inept live tracks.
The combination of all three is
nigh on a completist's dream but a considered compendium of the
best bits from each album would be ideal for the more casual and
curious listener, and proof enough that the namedropping
Gallaghers. Wellers and Ocean Colour Scenes of this world are
men of taste, rather than the Johnny-come-lately muso bores who
are pulling our chains.
Terry Staunton
Sunday
Times- The Ultimate Collection
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