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Deep Purple: Purpendicular

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: BMG Records
Released: 1996.02.01
Time:
 61:16
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): Deep Purple
Rating: ******.... (6/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.deep-purple.com
Appears with: Ritchie Blackmore
Purchase date: 2012
Price in €: 1,00





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[1] Vavoom: Ted the Mechanic (I.Gillan/R.Glover/J.Lord/S.Morse/I.Paice) - 4:16
[2] Loosen My Strings (I.Gillan/R.Glover/J.Lord/S.Morse/I.Paice) - 5:57
[3] Soon Forgotten (I.Gillan/R.Glover/J.Lord/S.Morse/I.Paice) - 4:47
[4] Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming (I.Gillan/R.Glover/J.Lord/S.Morse/I.Paice) - 7:29
[5] Cascades: I'm Not Your Lover (I.Gillan/R.Glover/J.Lord/S.Morse/I.Paice) - 4:43
[6] The Aviator (I.Gillan/R.Glover/J.Lord/S.Morse/I.Paice) - 5:20
[7] Rosa's Cantina (I.Gillan/R.Glover/J.Lord/S.Morse/I.Paice) - 5:10
[8] A Castle Full of Rascals (I.Gillan/R.Glover/J.Lord/S.Morse/I.Paice) - 5:11
[9] A Touch Away (I.Gillan/R.Glover/J.Lord/S.Morse/I.Paice) - 4:36
[10] Hey Cisco (I.Gillan/R.Glover/J.Lord/S.Morse/I.Paice) - 5:53
[11] Somebody Stole My Guitar (I.Gillan/R.Glover/J.Lord/S.Morse/I.Paice) - 4:09
[12] The Purpendicular Waltz (I.Gillan/R.Glover/J.Lord/S.Morse/I.Paice) - 4:45

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Ian Gillan - Vocals, Harmonica, Producer
Roger Glover - Bass Guitar, Producer, Mixing Assistant
Jon Lord - Organ, Keyboards, Producer
Steve Morse - Guitar, Producer
Ian Paice - Drums, Producer

Keith Andrews - Engineer, Mixing
Darren Schneider - Engineer, Mixing
Adam Barber - Tape Engineer
Greg Calbi - Mastering
Joe Smith - Mixing Assistant

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


1996 CD CMC International
1996 MC International
1996 MC RCA
1996 CD CMC International
1996 CD BMG / RCA Victor Europe
1996 CD Prominent
2004 CD Phantom Records (England)
2006 CD BMG
2006 CD [Bonus Track] BMG
2008 CD BMG
2009 BR [Blu-Spec] Sony Music Distribution
2011 LP Music On Vinyl
2011 BR [Blu-Spec] BMG / BMG Japan, Inc.

Recorded at Greg Rike Productions in Orlando, Florida, from February to October 1995. Engineered by Darren Schneider and Keith Andrews. Mixed at Parc Studios in Orlando, Florida, by Darren Schneider and Keith Andrews; assisted by Joe Smith and Roger Glover. Tape engineered by Adam Barber. Mastered at Masterdisk, New York, by Greg Calbi.

Purpendicular is the fifteenth studio album by English rock band, Deep Purple. Released in 1996, it is their first album with Steve Morse, guitarist from Dixie Dregs. It was recorded at Greg Rike Productions, Orlando, Florida, February to October 1995 and engineered by Darren Schneider and Keith Andrews. It has a more experimental feel than previous albums. "The Aviator" has an arrangement unlike anything else the band has previously attempted. Several of the songs, such as Vavoom: Ted the Mechanic feature smaller keyboard parts, and mainly centre around the guitar parts. Another new addition to the guitar playing was the use of pinch harmonics, very notably used on "Vavoom: Ted the Mechanic" and "Somebody Stole My Guitar". "Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming" and "Vavoom: Ted the Mechanic" remained regular features in Deep Purple's live setlist in recent tours. Like the title of the band's following album, Abandon, Purpendicular is a pun; in this case, based on the band's name and the word "Perpendicular".



Twenty-eight years after the band's inception, Deep Purple venture into the most adventurous album of their storied career. With guitar virtuoso Steve Morse, of ex-Dixie Dregs and Kansas fame, replacing the legendary Ritchie Blackmore (his second departure from the band), fans get the breadth of Morse's influences. The scope of the music goes into uncharted beats like the finger-snapping "Hey Ciso" and "Rosa's Cantina," and the acoustic-flavored Scottish highlander feel of "The Aviator." "Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming" is one of their best songs in years, beginning with a soft acoustic intro before being rocked up to the turbo-charged chorus full of lyrical wit. "A Touch Away" introduces fans to the band's first true ballad, a lovely piece of acoustic summertime fare.

Glen Miller - All Music Guide



Es dürfte kaum etwas Schwereres für einen Gitarristen geben, als das Erbe von Ritchie Blackmore anzutreten. Der frühere Dixie Dregs- und Kansas-Gitarrist Steve Morse hat es versucht, und siehe da: Sein Albumeinstand Purpendicular ('96) zeigt nicht nur Deep Purple erstaunlich frisch und lebendig, sondern auch Morse in einer spielerischen Verfassung, die Blackmore -- wenn überhaupt -- nur in seinen besten Tagen vorweisen konnte. Mit unfassbarer technischer Eleganz und trotzdem jederzeit gefühlvoll wie ein alter Blues-Hase führt Morse seine neuen Kollegen durch Songs, die alle Purple-Tracks seit Perfect Strangers ('84) locker in den Schatten stellen. Es groovt, rockt und menschelt an allen Ecken und Enden, wobei die Briten aber nie vergessen, experimentelle Parts und halsbrecherische Soli einzuschieben. So vielseitig und gleichzeitig ultrakompakt klangen Purple schon ewig nicht mehr. Anspieltipps: "Ted The Mechanic" und "Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming".

Michael Rensen - Amazon.de



Auch ohne Ritchie Blackmore gehen bei Deep Purple nicht die Lichter aus. Denn der neue Gitarrist, der Amerikaner Steve Morse, paßt zum 70er-Jahre-Sound der Rock-Dinos. Mit filigranen Soli wie in "Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming" reißt er den Rest der Band mit. Auch Ian Gillans Stimme gewinnt wieder an Kraft: ein gelungener, weil nicht erwarteter Neuanfang. ** Klang.: 06-07

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Den britischen Hardrock-Haudegen ist ein feines, über weite Strecken erstaunlich melodiöses Alterswerk gelungen. "Purpendicular" öffnet nach eher einfallslosen Schema-F-Alben endlich neue Horizonte. Nur der Riff-Rocker "Cascades: I'm Not Your Lover" erinnert an die von Ritchie Blackmore dominierte Ära. Dafür sorgt der neue Gitarrero Steve Morse mit dem folkumspielten "The Aviator" und dem groovenden Opener "Vavoom: Ted The Machine" für ungewohnte Originalität. Eine positive Überraschung allerdings mehr Rock als "hard".

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Dinosaurs roam the planet again as the Ian Gillian-era lineup (minus Ritchie Blackmore and plus ex-Dixie Dreg Steve Morse) proves that old guys still wanna rock.

Jeff Bateman - Amazon.com
 

 L y r i c s


Vavoom: Ted The Mechanic

Playing pool and drinking beer
Nothin more'n the
occasional tear
But this man's life goes on
and he gets
greased all over
from time to time
At the strip joint, where we met
He said 'Hi, my name is Ted
See that one over there
That ball of thunder
Every time she goes Vavoom,
I wiggle in my chair
Can I buy you a beer?
What a guy

'I've had a few myself' he said
'But I never quit when I'm ahead
Too many rules and regulations
Stupid laws designed by fools behind closed doors
And another thing I won't discuss is religion
It always causes a fight
Vavoom
There she goes again
'How does she do that' said Ted

And he told me
of those unjustices (that)
He had suffered in his life
His wife and kids
and boss and dogs
and neighbours
Raising cain and causing strife
They were forever whining
Bleating howling yapping screeching moaning crying
Vavoom
He fed them well
He keep them warm

Thing about Ted
he didn't really care
Nothing much got in his hair
and the beauty of it was
that he was right
He was big as a truck
and fast as a door
(what's that?)
he was always right

The banjo player took a hike
What's that song
I used to like
Vavoom
He was big as a truck
Fast as a door - Ted
Ted the man our Ted


Loosen My Strings

Wake up in the morning
Get into bed
closing my eyes
I rest my head

There is no arrangement
No time no place
It's gone in the wind
and left no trace

Who can say,
maybe or whatever.
It's up to you
You know you can
trust me
I'll make it up to you

You move with the action
You loosen my strings
Your fingers
can smooth out my jangles
and all those things

Grease on the handle
and the tangles
in my hair
They always seem
to go together
I don't care


Soon Forgotten

Sometimes I sit and wonder
Sometimes I just sit
I hope you all know
what you're doing
anyway
who is driving this thing

Did you know
the warriors of the flat earth
Have become the tyrants of the globe
It's round about that time again
She cried
it's all for one my friends

All my dreams are forgotten
When you leave me
on the shelf
I can think of nothing better
Than to sit here by myself

Least remembered
soon forgotten
Didn't matter anyway
How can I ever miss you
if you never go away

I'm amazed by the way
how are you
I'm amazed how could you
it wasn't that good to start with
anyway
Nothings quite that simple

Did you know
the warriors of the flat earth
Have become the tyrants of the globe
it's round about that time again
She cried
it's all for one my friends

Least remembered
soon forgotten
Didn't matter anyway
How can I ever miss you
if you never go away

Sometimes I sit and wonder
Sometimes I just sit
I hope you all know
what you're doing
anyway
who is driving this thing

Least remembered
soon forgotten
Didn't matter anyway
How can I ever miss you
if you never go away


Cascades: I'm Not Your Lover

You know I'm not
your lover now
it might as well be said
and then you say
you're leaving
Or maybe I'm just
hanging on a thread
When I gave you everything
it didn't seem that much
You gave me your opinion
with the usual
heavy handed touch

What can I do
About the rain that falls on you
I'm not your lover now
I'm not your lover now

What can I do
About the rain that falls on you
I'm not your lover now
I'm not your lover now

My head is spinning endlessly
My sense won't react
Then I'm falling through a black hole
Part of me is never coming back

How you can lose a thing
you never really had

And you always hurt the one you love
and you just love to hurt me bad

What can I do
About the rain that falls on you
I'm not your lover now
I'm not your lover now

What can I do
About the sky that falls on you
I'm not your lover

You really must be going now
By god, is that the time?
Let me put you out
of my misery
They call it being cruel
to be kind
I only insult my friends
my friend
The rest can go to hell
You can read it
anyway you want
oh well, you're not so bad yourself

What can I do
About the rain that falls on you
I'm not your lover now
I'm not your lover now


The Aviator

Riding on the moonpath
in the silver of the night
The fragrance on the air
was of another time
I cried in all my innocence
you were dressed in white
and even if I had the strength
I couldn't move to save my life

The fear and the thrill
of the beast at the window
The shivers and the chills
on the hottest of nights
He walked right through
my open door
As I began to run, he threw
some gold upon the floor, and said
there's plenty more
where that came from

I'm tired of the bombs
I'm tired of the bullets
I'm the aviator
A dream's a dream whatever it seems
Whatever it seems

I flew along the lighted street
I flew above the town
I flew in ever rising circles
ever further from the ground
As I begin to lose my breath
faces turn and spin
A distant corner of the room
will open up and let me in

I'm tired of the news
I'm tired of the weather
I'm the aviator
A dream's a dream whatever they say
Whatever they say

oh oh oh oh
I flew above the lighted streets
I flew above the town
I flew in ever rising circles
ever further from the ground

I cried in all my innocence
you were dressed in white
Even if I had the strength
I couldn't move to save my life

I'm tired of the bombs
tired of the bullets
tired of the crazies on TV
I'm the aviator
a dreams a dream whatever it seems

And i'm tired of the news
tired of the weather
tired of the same thing everyday
I'm the aviator
a dreams a dream whatever they say
Whatever they say


Rosa's Cantina

Going to Rosa's Cantina
Going to Rosa's Cantina
Hoping that she's still there
Going to Rosa's Cantina

Might have been
the dust in my eyes
the dust in my eyes

Could have been the neon cactus
Lighting up the desert sky
Must have been
the dust in my eyes

Some would call it suicide
Some would call it suicide
I would call it paradise
Some would call it suicide

Dancing on the table
Dancing on the table
Dancing on the table
when she's
drunker than she's able
Dancing on the table

Some would call it suicide
I would call it paradise
Some would call it suicide
Hell on earth

Is she right is she wrong
Will she sing another song
Wicked as it seems
right now

Rosa wants her baby back
Rosa wants her baby back
Since he's gone she's losing track
Rosa wants her baby back
Easy with that cadillac
Easy with that cadillac
easy with that cadillac
some of this and some of that
pass me my cadillac


A Castle full of Rascals

Nothing here for me today
Garbaggio from the men in grey
Don't do this
You can't do that
What's the point
What's the matter, anyway
Fat cat's licking cream
Dirty business
hard and mean
Narrow eyes and hungry days
There's got to be
a better way

Something here about my face
Somehing make you think
I got time to waste
What you doing
standing here
Why don't you call
someone who cares
Fat cats all the same
Easy answers just a game
Another day nothing changes
There's got to be a better way

A glistening of questioners
Prepared the inquisition
While jackals in the shadows
manoeuvre for position

A fundament of righteous men
A barrow ideals
The carriage of misjustice
Crushes all beneath it's wheels
Conspiracies of silence
Within the temple walls
Graveyards full of promises
Tha no one can recall

A castle full of rascals
A fortress full of thieves
A parliament of silver tongues
That latter to deceive

Oh my darling Carolina
If you get the chance
to walk behind here
She's so clean
you see no splash
Just the Texas chainsaw massacre
Fat cat's got to go
I'm Rockin' and rollin'
from my headache to my toes
She's trying to set the world on fire
Up there in her Ivory tower


A Touch Away

Mother nature's been good to me
That's why I'm sittin in this cherry tree
But it's alright, it's alright
It's not so bad
I'm just a touch away

The shady lady
from shady lane
is lying in my bed again
and it's alright
it feels good
It's not so bad
When she's just a touch away

Nothing much
is all I ask
and it's alright, ok yes
Light as a feather, oh yes

Like a rosebud
when the sun is high
She opens up
before my eyes
and the light falls
on her wet skin
It's alright
I'm just a touch away

Nothing much
is all I know
and it's alright, oh yes
Light as a feather,
and just a touch away

Put a finger to her lips again
She cries with pleasure
cries wih pain
and it's alright
It feels good
It's not so bad
We're just a touch away

Nothing much
is all I know
Not too fast
Not too slow
and it's alright
Soft as a feather
and just a touch away


Hey Cisco

Watch him ride into the sunset
He'd have the little fat guy
right along his side
Echoing off the canyon, Hey Cisco
from Pancho 'n' pretty soon
the black sombrero would reply
Hey Pancho what's happening mi amigo
It's getting somewhere near the end,
this winding trail
When we've raced around the corner
for the final dusty time
Mr Renaldo 'n' Carillo's
going to jail

Can't open no more supermarkets
Duncan's sombrero's hanging
up there with his guns
Some cigarro sucking slag
under a chip Hollywood chandelier
Says 'Cisco, Kid you know
your day is done
Let me know how you are doin'
Mr Renaldo
if you need me I could be
a friend for life
There don't seem any point
...we should throw 'way
all these years
Why don't we saddle up
and ride out one more time

What they doing to my friend
What they doing to my man
Don't matter when
I'll stay to the end
Hey Cisco
Let's go out in style
We're going down together


The Purpendicular Waltz

Put your money down
Take your choice
That's the way it is
every time with these boys
and you sense no shame
and you feel no disgrace
Somebody wins
somebody loses
It's a dirty dirty race
oh my life
it's a dog's life

One empty Monday
out of the blue
Took a good luck turn
Started something new

Out of the gutter
Out of the rain
Out of my head
and I'm feeling no pain
oh my life/feeling no pain
take the strain
It's a dog's life

Ducking in the shadows
Diving in the dark
Rolling with the punches
Striking at the heart
Touching all the sense's
Breaking those taboos
Bursting at the seams
Blowing all my fuses

The turning of a page
The burning of a book
(If you're) talking out of turn
(It's) just the way you look

When the time is right
But the shape is wrong
and you find yourself
where you don't belong

Back to reality
Back on the line
Back into this and you'll feel no pain
You wanna do it one more time
We can do it once again
Oh my life
It's a dog's life


Somebody stole my Guitar

Remind me to tell you
bout the old silver miner
name of hard rock Pete
had his house built on a slope
They say one of his legs
lived in Calico
Ther's a rumour going round
that the other lived in hope
So I walked in the room
and I stopped
I turned around
and looked over my shoulder
And a voice close beside me said
You'd better watch your head
the party's over

It wasn't long before
the waitress came over and said
Can I freshen up your drink
and have you heard of these boys
and if you feel included
to buy some cowboy boots
Well it's not that bad
we can talk above the noise
So I sucked on my beer
Shut my eyes
and tried to listen to the words
I know I missed the meaning
but the message
was something I'd already heard

Johnny Ringo's voice
is getting deeper
and now he's going to put
another lock on the door
The night is getting later
My head is getting lighter
The mood is getting darker
Tequila's being poured
So I smile
at the old gunslinger
in his frame on the wall
as he pushed back his hat
And it's all coming back
I'd cut a long story short
but it's much too late for that

Somebody stole my guitar
They took it from
the back seat of my car

I was sleeping in Memphis
in my hotel room
and somebody stole my guitar


Don't hold your Breath

One day I'll get home before the sun hits the blinds
And give you - I'll give you something to remember me by
That's the way I am
It's what I got in mind but I don't know if I can
You gotta shoot your gun - don't expect me to dance
Hold me up to the spotlight but

Don't, don't hold your breath
Don't hold your breath
Don't hold your breath
Don't hold your breath

These empty pockets are my deepest friends
Full of nothing but good intentions
That's the way it is
It may not be much but I can blow you a kiss
I've been wrong - I've been wrong once before
I'll be all right tomorrow but

Don't, don't hold your breath
Don't hold your breath
Don't hold your breath
Don't hold your breath


I may be Lazy or a Living Wreck
I won't be swayed by your expectations
That's the way it is
It may not be much but you know what to kiss
I've been wrong - I've been wrong once before
I'll be all right tomorrow but

Don't, don't hold your breath
Don't hold your breath
Don't hold your breath
Don't hold your breath
 

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