The White Room
“‘Thanks a lot.’ The lead singer growled rather than spoke. Deep, Northern. Almost feral. It fitted with the atmosphere: the room was lit by a primal energy. Rich with sweat and physical excitement. Neo-violent, almost sexual.
He wiped his brow, swigged from a bottle, grabbed the mic.
‘Good, eh?’ The crowd cheered. He acknowledged them. Spoke like one of them.
‘Fuckin’ aye.’ He put the bottle down, turned to the rest of the band, nodded. Then back to the audience.
‘Boom Boom,’ he shouted.
The cr...owd, Mod-sharp and soaked in sweat and adrenalin, knew what to expect, cheered in anticipation. The band charged right in, a tight, beat-driven combo, music forceful, fist-like, stripping whatever small amount of finesse the John Lee Hooker original had once contained, reducing it to its basic hot, grinding components.
The crowd responded: picked up the energy coming towards them, flung it back at them.
John Steel and Chas Chandler: drum and bass in pounding rhythm; Hilton Valentine: cranked-up guitar squalling and squealing; Alan Price: heightening Hammond poured over like beautiful, dirty cream; Eric Burdon: voice ripping through the song with ragged authority.MoreLess
He wiped his brow, swigged from a bottle, grabbed the mic.
‘Good, eh?’ The crowd cheered. He acknowledged them. Spoke like one of them.
‘Fuckin’ aye.’ He put the bottle down, turned to the rest of the band, nodded. Then back to the audience.
‘Boom Boom,’ he shouted.
The cr...owd, Mod-sharp and soaked in sweat and adrenalin, knew what to expect, cheered in anticipation. The band charged right in, a tight, beat-driven combo, music forceful, fist-like, stripping whatever small amount of finesse the John Lee Hooker original had once contained, reducing it to its basic hot, grinding components.
The crowd responded: picked up the energy coming towards them, flung it back at them.
John Steel and Chas Chandler: drum and bass in pounding rhythm; Hilton Valentine: cranked-up guitar squalling and squealing; Alan Price: heightening Hammond poured over like beautiful, dirty cream; Eric Burdon: voice ripping through the song with ragged authority.MoreLess
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