Culled from a long series of home recording sessions that spawned a pair of vinyl LPs, Whatever I Want and Whenever I Want, Whatever, Whenever serves up 13 of the 26 songs from those albums and constantly jumps from style to style as Sultan offers his take on first-generation '50s rock ("Axis Abraxas"), doo wop ("Just Like Before"), swaggering '70s hard rock ("Calloused Hands"), moody folk-rock ("In Future Worlds"), '60s-style garage squawk ("Never Coming Home"), old-school punk ("Let Me Freeze"), raunchy psychedelia ("Party Crasher"), and even closes with an eight-minute, free jazz blowing session ("For Those Who Don't Exist"). I am a rock ‘n' roller." Not that anyone who has been listening to Sultan's music would argue that point, but if there's ever been any doubt, he shuts it down for good on this album, which is a bracing, eclectic overview of the many good things he does. '"We are the Sultans of Swing" - he says as the band play one more tune, hard and fast.In the liner notes to Whatever, Whenever, Mark Sultan states, "I am not a clown, nor am I a whore. The band play on - this tune now Louisiana creole.Īnd then, as the bell behind the bar rings to signal last orders, the lead band member announces that the next tune will be their last.
They don't care about the band, they don't get this music. There's a crowd of young trendy boys in the corner - drunk and messing about. The piano player doesn't mind if they don't make the big time - he's got a decent job and happy to wait for Friday night to let rip with the band. The band don't make much and the guitar is old and battered. He watches the guitar player - he's playing some fruity jazz chords - rhythm guitar is his thing, leaving the soloing to the horns. But the sound coming from the saxophone and trumpet is fantastic - a bit of the American deep south right here in London.
There's too much competition from places playing trendier music. There aren't too many people in there taking shelter from the rain to listen to the band. It's the sound of a band playing jazz - it's fast and it sounds great and makes him feel good. A man is out walking south of the river, perhaps through Battersea Park towards Brixton when suddenly he hears music coming from a local pub. General CommentIt's a cold and rainy night in London. Then he makes it fast with one more thing They don't give a damn about any trumpet playin' bandĪnd then the man he steps right up to the microphoneĪnd says at last just as the time bell rings Then a crowd a young boys they're a foolin' around in the cornerĭrunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright When he gets up under the lights to play his thingĪnd Harry doesn't mind, if he doesn't, make the scene
They said an old guitar is all, he can afford Mind, it's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing You check out guitar George, he knows-all the chords Well now you step inside but you don't see too many facesĬoming in out of the rain they hear the jazz go down You feel alright when you hear the music ring South of the river you stop and you hold everythingĪ band is blowing Dixie, double four time
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