There's A Quiet Riot Going On...
Quiet Sun originally formed in the early 70s when they were wide of loon, lapel and long hair as indeed were most of the record-buying Great British Public. However, not too many people outside of a handful of Polytechnic social secretaries were interested in their cerebral blend of jazz and rock.
Going their separate ways (Bill MacCormick to Matching Mole, Charles
Imagine the Soft Machine circa Third minus brass but with electric guitar gravitating somewhere between Robert Fripp and Fred Frith and you’ll have some indication of what Quiet Sun were about. There’s a lot of furrowed - brow riffing on this album particularly on the opening “Sol Caliente” and “Trot” with further turbulence provided by
However, a gentle self-deprecating humour pervades the set - how about “Mummy was an asteroid, daddy was a small non-stick kitchen utensil” for a title. The delightful “Rongwrong” with vocals and lyrics by
Interestingly, Dave Jarrett is the album’s secret weapon. A strong composer and player, it is his contribution which binds the whole lot together. The rhapsodic piano solo on “Trot” from Jarrett, the spiky Farfisa stabbing on “asteroid” and the Ratledgesque noodling on “Bargain Classics” are a joy to hear.
It’s an evocative valediction to a style of music that was already passing out of favour even in 1975. Yet its varied timbres (bolstered by the presence of Brian Eno throughout the recording) and exhilarating blend that is part fusion, part prog and a hint of the