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Deep Purple: Machine Head

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s

Artist: Deep Purple
Title: Machine Head
Released: 1972
Label: EMI Records
Time: 37:39
Producer(s): Simon Robinson
Appears with: Ritchie Blackmoore
Category: Rock
Rating: *********. (9/10)
Media type: CD
Purchase date:  2000
Price in €: 5,99
Web address: www.deep-purple.com

 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Highway Star (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice) - 6:05
[2] Maybe I'm A Leo (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice) - 4:51
[3] Pictures Of Home (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice) - 5:03
[4] Never Before (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice) - 3:56
[5] Smoke On The Water (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice) - 5:40
[6] Lazy (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice) - 7:19
[7] Space Truckin' (Blackmore/Gillan/Glover/Lord/Paice) - 4:31

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Ian Gillan - Voclas
Ritchie Blackmore - Guitar
Roger Glover - Synthesizer, Bass, Liner Notes, Remixing, Cover Design
Jon Lord - Keyboards
Ian Paice - Drums

Martin Birch - Engineer, Mixing
Greg Calbi - Mastering
Joe DeGiorgi - Remix Assistant
Peter Denenberg - Remixing
Peter Mew - Remixing, Remastering
Simon Robinson - Liner Notes, Artwork
Didi Zill - Photography
Shepard Sherbell - Photography
John Coletta - Cover Design


 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


Recorded between 6th and 21st December 1971 at Grand Hotel in Montreux with the Rolling Stones mobile recording unit. Engineered by Martin Birch. Produced by Deep Purple.



"Machine Head" gehört fraglos zu den wichtigsten CDs jeder Hardrock-Sammlung. Den vom 6. bis 21. Dezember 1971 in einem Hotel zu Montreux eingespielten Klassiker gibt es jetzt mit 28seitigem Booklet auf zwei von Bassist und Produzent Roger Glover persönlich betreuten Midprice-CDs: einmal remixed von den originalen 16 Spuren; einmal remastered. Der Sound der Remaster-Version schlägt in Detailreichtum, Dynamik, Klarheit und Farbigkeit alle bisherigen CD-Versionen. Die mitreißende Power des Originals blieb auch bei den Remixen voll erhalten. Toll."

L. Brandt in stereoplay 1/98



"'Machine Head' blazes from start to finish. The molten three-chord riff of "Smoke on the Water" became a garage-band classic."

ROLLING STONE ALBUM GUIDE ****



"The definitive '70s heavy-metal album, each locomotive song ("Highway Star", "Space Truckin'") blasts off like World War III. The highlight is the AOR staple "Smoke on the Water", which has a mandatory riff for anyone owning a guitar. It still fries ears 20 years after the fact."

Ed Rivalda, All-Music Guide *****



"Das Remaster wissen DeepPurple-Fans zu schätzen, die auf (verbesserten) Originalklang gesteigerten Wert legen, den Remix gibt's für alle, die noch hörbar gesteigerte Klangqualität bevorzugen."

F. Schöler in Stereo 1/98



Led Zeppelin's fourth album, Black Sabbath's Paranoid, and Deep Purple's Machine Head stand as the Holy Trinity of English hard rock. These recordings provide the blueprint followed by virtually every heavy rock & roll band since the mid-'70s. Though probably the least celebrated of the three, Machine Head contains the mother of all guitar riffs in "Smoke on the Water," a song that needs no further explanation. The album also features the classic "Highway Star," which epitomizes all of Deep Purple's intensity and versatility, while featuring perhaps the greatest soloing duel ever between guitarist Ritchie Blackmore and organist Jon Lord. Also in top form is singer Ian Gillan (simply one of the finest singers of his generation, bar none), who explodes with amazing power and range throughout. His presence is sorely missed on the instrumental "Lazy," which would nonetheless evolve into an incredible live jam. The plodding shuffle of "Maybe I'm a Leo" shows some signs of age, but "Pictures of Home" and "Never Before" remain vital, displaying Purple at their melodic best. Another tremendous Blackmore riff drives the marvelous "Space Truckin'," a fitting end to one of the essential hard-rock albums of all time.

Ed Rivadavia, All-Music Guide
 

 L y r i c s


Highway Star

Oah nobody gonna take my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break the speed of sound

Oh it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I bleed it
Yeah it's a wild hurricane
Alright hold tight, I'm a highway star

Nobody gonna take my girl
I'm gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna have my girl
She stays close on every bend

Oh she's a killing machine
She's got everything
A moving mouth
Body control and everything
I love her an' I need her, I seed her
Yeah she turns me on
Alright hold tight, I'm a highway star

Nobody gonna take my head
I got speed inside my brain
Nobody gonna steal my head
Now that I'm on the road again

Oh I'm in heaven again
I've got everything
Like a moving ground
An open road and everything
I love it and I need it, I seed it
Eight cylinders all mine
Alright hold tight, I'm a highway star

Nobody gonna take my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break the speed of sound

Oh it's a killing machine
It's got everything
Like a driving power
Big fat tyres and everything
I love it and I need it, I bleed it
Yeah it's a mad hurricane
Alright hold tight, I'm a highway star
I'm a highway star
I'm a highway star


Maybe I'm A Leo

Peeping round the door I got a big surprise
Couldn't see a thing but open skies
They've taken her away where is she now

Wish that she was here wish she'd hold my hand
Maybe she could laugh maybe understand
Why was I so cruel where is she now

Acting like a fool had to make her cry
Maybe I'm a Leo but I ain't a lion
I'm hurting oh so bad, I want her now


Pictures Of Home

Somebody's shouting up at a mountain
Only my own words return
Nobody's up there, it's a deception
When will I ever learn?

I'm alone here with emptiness, eagles and snow
Unfriendliness chilling my body
And whispering pictures of home

Wondering blindly, how can they find me?
Maybe they don't even know
My body is shaking, anticipating
The call of the black footed crow-ouh

I'm alone here with emptiness, eagles and snow
Unfriendliness chilling my body
And taunting with pictures of home

Here in this prison of my own making
Year after day I have grown
Into a herobut there's no worship
Where have they hidden my throne-ouh?

I'm alone here with emptiness, eagles and snow
Unfriendliness chilling my body
And screaming out pictures of home


Never Before

Somebody, somebody come to my side
I'm tired, I'm crying, I'm sick inside
My woman, that woman just wasn't right

Help me now please my friend
I never felt so bad before
Never never before

So funny, so funny, just like a show
One name, two people, all in a row-ouh
Somebody, somebody, someone must go

Help me now please my friend
I never felt so bad before
Never never before

I was hurt when I was younger
By a woman who was cold-ouh
She took my name, she took my body
Then she threw away my soul

I can't hide, I can't hide my misery
I know my sorrow won't set me free
She did it, d'you see? She did it to me

Help me now please my friend
I never felt so bad before
Never never before


Smoke On The Water

We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn't have much time
Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky & Claude was running in and out
Pulling kids out the ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
But Swiss time was running out
It seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

We ended up at the Grand Hotel
It was empty cold and bare
But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside
Making our music there
With a few red lights and a few old beds
We make a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know we'll never forget
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky


Lazy

You're lazy just stay in bed
You're lazy just stay in bed
You don't want no money
You don't want no bread

If you're drowning you don't clutch no straw
If you're drowning you don't clutch no straw
You don't want to live you don't want to cry no more

Well my trying ain't done no good
I said my trying ain't done no good
You don't make no effort no not like you should

Lazy you just stay in bed
Lazy you just stay in bed
You don't want no money
You don't want no bread


Space Truckin'

We had a lot of luck on Venus
We always had a ball on Mars
Meeting all the groovey people
We've rocked the Milky Way so far
We danced around with Borealice
We're space truckin' round the the stars
Come on let's go Space Truckin'

Remember when we did the moonshot
And Pony Trekker led the way
We'd move to the Canaveral moonstop
And everynaut would dance and sway
We got music in our solar system
We're space truckin' round the stars
Come on let's go Space Truckin'

The fireball that we rode was moving
But now we've got a new machine
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah the freaks said
Man those cats can really swing
They got music in their solar system
They've rocked around the Milky Way
They dance around the Borealice
They're Space Truckin' everyday
Come on

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