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Scrumpy
'n' Western - Start of a Legend
| The
whole world knows about the phenomenon which swept the planet
in the early 1960s, when a group of mop-topped, trendily-suited
and smartly-shod young Merseyside lads got together
to play their own brand of music, stormed up the world's charts
and changed the face of popular music forever. The story of
what happened to those four lads has passed into legend and
is, in all probability, well documented elsewhere. |
Perhaps
a little less well known - at least, outside the West of
England - but every bit as fascinating, is the story of
a bunch of haystack-headed, cider-soaked and dung-booted,
not-quite-so-young Avonside lads who started a style
of music and humour which turned out to be just as big (at least
in Zummerzet!) and much longer lasting... Wurzelmania! |
The
story of how Adge Cutler, also known as the Bard of
Avonmouth, now legendary as the finest poet in Zummerzet's
history, approached agent and manager John Miles in June
1966 "stoney broke but for some songs he had written", and how
the idea of Adge Cutler & the Wurzels was born at
that historic meeting, has passed into North Somerset
folklore. This page continues the story of the Farmyard Four
from the beet group of those early days, through the
heady days of Cyderdelia and the so-called Summer
of Scrumpy, right up to the present time... well, up to
last Saturday anyway. |
"Is
It Rolling, Bob?"
The
Bard of Avonmouth Takes Centre Stage
Little
did EMI record producer Bob Barratt know what he was
starting all those years ago on the historic day of 2nd November
1966 when, clutching a pint of finest rough cider, he
groped his way carefully through the smoke-filled atmosphere and
clambered up onto the straw-strewn stage in front of the assembled
crowd of cider drinkers and bemused farm animals at the Royal
Oak pub, Nailsea, in the English county of Somerset,
and uttered the slurred but immortal words:
"Ladies
and Gentlemen, Present Cider Mugs, for the Pride of Priddy... ADGE
CUTLER AND THE WURZELS!"
When the applause
died down, the atmosphere was acoustic and charged with scrumpy
fumes as Adge took the microphone, pronounced the now legendary
words "Is it rolling, Bob?" and launched into the first number
- a number which was to change the face of popular music in North
Zummerzet forever - Twice Daily. As he sweated, grunted and
gyrated as only a hardened cider drinker can, with the simple but
effective accompaniment of his ace guitarist Reg "Snake'ips"
Quantrill and double-bass player John Macey, the assembled
audience realised that here was something special and that they
were in the presence of a historic event. For this was the birth
of a new sound unlike anything heard before - a sound that was to
become known as Scrumpy 'n' Western music.
Scrumpy
'n' Western Takes Somerset By Storm
News
of the latest phenomenon spread like a fire in a hayloft, and such
was the reaction and the local demand to hear the revolutionary
new style of music that EMI rush-released a double 'A' sided single
Twice Daily / Drink Up Thy Zider. It immediately shot
to the top of the charts in Bristol and Somerset,
and soon afterwards reached number 45 in the UK national
charts, in a rare UK occurrence of a "regional breakout",
a phenomenon hitherto only known in the USA. If success for the
record was only a matter of time, it was guaranteed when the prim
'Auntie' BBC of the 1960s decided unilaterally that the words
of Twice Daily would offend the sensitive ears of their listeners.
However, the BBC's Light Programme was inundated with requests
for Drink Up Thy Zider on such programmes as Two Way Family
Favourites, Housewives' Choice, Children's Favourites,
Workers' Playtime, Womens' Hour, Listen With Mother
and even Gardeners' Question Time, forcing them to give the
track enough airplay to push the record into the "hit parade"
(as the charts of the day were known). This was in spite of the
BBC 'gramophone recording announcers' (DJs) being ordered
on pain of dismissal to only play the record from the waist up.
From
the heady early days as the Farmyard Four, with the West
Country in the grip of the Wurzelmania phenomenon, through
the Summer of Scrumpy and its attendant Cyderdelic
sounds of the late 1960s, up to the present day as the grand old
masters of Scrumpy 'n' Western, this page pays homage to
those men without whom West Country cider drinkers would
be destined forever to sing The Blaydon Races, I Belong
To Glasgow and Maybe It's Because I'm A Londoner.
This
is their story. Well, some of it, anyhow.
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