Bringing on Back the Good Times
Here is a jolly little compilation and no mistake. "Bringing on Back the Good Times" is a nostalgic romp through the 1960's and 1970's, full of those cheese-filled classics that get tacked onto films and adverts. Sadly, it is not going to be sequelled by "Bringing on Back the Suicidal Feelings" packed with Leonard Cohen and The Tindersticks, so lets wave goodbye to all that with this toe-tapping, uplifting piece of nonsense.
This compilation brings together three main genres - we have disco, soul and pop, and we get it in abundance. Right from the start the mood is set with "Build Me Up Buttercup" and "Love Grows (Where my Rosemary Goes)", two infectious pieces of music that do, indeed, bring those good times back. Also guaranteed to put a smile on your face is "Sugar Sugar" by the Archies, who were giving the Gorillaz a run for their money in the animated band stakes back in the sixties. Other strong tracks on the first CD include Jackie Wilson, The Beach Boys, and the Cockney Rebel propping up his pension fund with yet another entry on a various selection.
The second CD is different, looking more like a "Guilty Pleasures" compilation in all sorts of ways. It is also by far the weakest CD. David Essex croons through "Hold Me Close", and we get Cliff Richard with the weak "Miss You Nights", which would fit better on my fantasy "Suicidal Feelings" album. But it’s not all bad, The Three Degrees "When Will I See You Again" is pretty good (a song which for a weird reason reminds me of watching "Its a Knockout" as a kid, don't ask me why), as is Dr Hook and Tavares. Worst of the bunch though is Peter Sarstedt "Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)" - for my money one of the worst songs of all time; ridiculous lyrics, rubbish tune, it even has a stupid fake laugh in it for goodness sake. Quite terrible.
I guess as background music for a party, this would go down pretty well, in particular the first CD. It wouldn't be much cop at a wake mind you. This is a quite an interesting mix, well put together, with some good songs but the usual sprinkle of dross.