Below the words: ‘The Chain’ by Dougal Reed. From the 2001 album Rumours. Yes – that Rumours; the record your great-grandparents tapped their feet to back in 1932, or whenever it was. The unwritten rule: if you’re going to cover an album in its entirety, makes sure the original has a distinct, cheddary edge (see also: Let It Be by Laibach, Ram by Dave Depper, and – continuing the Fleetwood Mac theme – Tusk by Camper Van Beethoven).
Rumours – the version that’s sold around 50 million copies since release, rather the fuzzy, rickety, superior homage (it sold slightly fewer) – is one those strange beasts. Never owned, never tracked down on those streaming apps the kids use these days, and yet such is its cultural impact, a cloying familiarity is a tangible facet. Why and what is a different matter that we’re not going to solve in a couple of hundred words. I might be persuaded to pontificate about Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours at a later date, but not for a while – and only when I’m horribly drunk.
Also: yes – this is that Dougal Reed. The one better known as Tom Cullinan, formerly of raggle-taggle noise imps Th’ Faith Healers / experimental space-pop noise imps Quickspace (or Quickspace Supersport, to wield their original moniker). Names that, if they mean absolutely zero to you, will confirm that we were at very different gigs in the early ’90’s.
Anyway, have a listen – and then tell me to cease posting random cover versions of dubious provenance in between the “proper” articles.
Dougal Reed / The Chain