The Root Mull Affect

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    ‘A well-measured introduction to an undersung national treasure’ UNCUT MAGAZINE. 7/10
    This fifteen-track album from the Salford based singer songwriter is frankly, unmissable. A real joy. Americana-uk 9/10
    Crashing poppily through Vinnys world of nostalgia and insight every song stuffed to the gills with melody and eccentricity, clever, funny and wonderfully weird’ R2 magazine 4/5
    ‘Autobiographical fragments brightened by adoration of Bowie, punk and ‘Alice Cooper on TOTP’ Classic Rock 8/10
    ‘The missing link between Jarvis Cocker and poet Roger McGough and some of the wittiest lyrics this side of Wreckless Eric’ IRISH TIMES
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VINNY PECULIAR ‘The Root Mull Affect’ – a retrospective [2014]

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released March 17, 2015

VINNY PECULIAR ‘The Root Mull Affect’ – a retrospective

1 ‘The Hairdressers’ [Wilkes] produced by David Marsden & Vinny Peculiar.

2 ‘A Vision’ [Wilkes] – 2013 remix by David Marsden taken from the Rob Ferrier recorded album ‘Other People Like Me’.

3 ‘Jesus Stole My Girlfriend’ [Wilkes] 2013 remix by David Marsden taken from the Rob Ferrier produced album ‘Ironing the Soul’

4 ‘Man About the House’ [Wilkes] – taken from the album ‘The Fall and Rise of Vinny Peculiar’ production by Joe Fossard

5 ‘Flatter & Deceive’ [Wilkes] remixed by David Marsden taken from the Rob Ferrier recorded album ‘Ironing the Soul’

6 ‘Confessions of a Sperm Donor’ [Wilkes] taken from the 2004 album ‘Growing Up with Vinny Peculiar’ produced by Tim Browne

7 ‘Sometimes I Feel Like a King’ [Wilkes] live acoustic studio recording produced by David Marsden [2013]

8 ‘Lazy Bohemians’ [Wilkes] taken from the 2007 album ‘Goodbye My Angry Friend’ produced by Tim Browne.

9 ‘Dirty Weekend’ [Wilkes] 2013 remix by David Marsden from the Rob Ferrier recorded album ‘Ironing the Soul’

10 ‘Everlasting Teenage Bedroom’ [Wilkes] recorded live at The Joiners, Southampton, UK 28.5.05 with Mike Joyce [drums], Andy Rourke [bass] and Ben Knott [keys].

11 ‘Time For Bed’ [Wilkes] 2013 remix by David Marsden taken from the 1998 album ‘Gone’ produced by Rob Ferrier & Vinny Peculiar

12 ‘Playing on the Pier’ * [Wilkes/Wilkes] from the 2006 album ‘The Fall and Rise of Vinny Peculiar’ produced by Joe Fossard

13 ‘Egg Incident’ [Wilkes] taken from the 2004 album Growing up with Vinny Peculiar’ – recorded by Vinny at home.

14 ‘My Generation [I said goodbye]’ [Wilkes] 2013 remix by David Marsden taken from the album ‘Other People Like Me’ recorded by Rob Ferrier.

15 ‘Judy Wood’ [Wilkes] 2013 remix by David Ditchfield taken from the 2011 album ‘Other People Like Me’ recorded by Rob Ferrier.

All songs written by Alan Wilkes [aka Vinny Peculiar] except *lyrics by Jim Wilkes, all songs copyright control 2013.

Mastered by David Marsden at Beach House Audio, SOUTHPORT, UK 2013

ARTWORK by TIM METCALF

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Vinny Peculiar variously described as – ‘An under sung national treasure’ [UNCUT Magazine 2014] – a warm hearted Morrissey [Q Magazine 2014] and the missing link between Jarvis Cocker and Roger McGough [Irish Times 2014]. THE ROOT MULL AFFECT is a compilation -
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Track Name: Jesus Stole My Girlfriend
She’s hanging out with the men in dresses
Evensong and evening classes
A sweet contentment in her eyes
I’m trying hard not to act surprised
Oh yeah Jesus stole my girlfriend
Oh yeah Jesus stole my girl
Oh yeah Jesus stole my girlfriend
And I can’t get her back
And I just want her back…

She’s going off to church on Sunday
The Harvest Festival on Monday
We go to bed but we don’t make love
Cause her thoughts are lost to the one above

Oh yeah Jesus stole my girlfriend
Oh yeah Jesus stole my girl
Oh yeah Jesus stole my girlfriend
And I can’t get her back
And I just want her back…

I know you’re up there listening
So go ahead and do the decent thing
Perform a little miracle
I must preferred her
Cynical,
Miserable,
Impossible
Hysterical,
Illogical,
Despicable….
Now all I seem to do is mope around the house
Feeling like the antichrist
She says she’s training to be missionary or such like….

Oh yeah Jesus stole my girlfriend
Oh yeah Jesus stole my girl
Oh yeah Jesus stole my girlfriend
And I can’t get her back
And I just want her back…


Oh what does he care ….
Track Name: A Vision
I had my hair shaved at the back like Terry Hall in 1984
I was waiting at the bus stop heading off to work at the mental hospital
Harrington Jacket, smoking B&H I spent forever in the record shop
It was just another routine summer’s day back in Selly Oak

But the sun it seemed a little too bright for the sky
Little figurines started to dance in my minds eye
I had a vision
I had a vision

I was transfixed and all I could see was a psychedelic wash of light
The cars left pretty trails behind and the road started melting
Like a Salvador Dali painting

A sense of inner harmony and peace took over me
Like I knew what I was here for like I knew what to believe
I had a vision –
I had a vision –

Breakdown section

The bus drove by I was on another plain but the plane came down soon after that
I felt like a twat, just sat there… A woman said are you OK?
People were staring someone said ‘are you OK’ I said I never felt this good before in all my life, never felt this good in all my life…


So took the day off sick and went to bed in the middle of the afternoon…

I had a vision
I had a vision
I had a vision
I had a vision
Track Name: Man About The House
She needs a man about the house someone who can do a proper job
A sensitive yet sensible example not a helpless good for nothing slob
What good’s a man about the house when all he does is get under your feet
Go to the football and to the pub you can pick one up like that on any street
A broken dream machine that’s way beyond repair
No good to anyone oh how she must despair

She needs a man about the house someone who won’t get under her skin
Tells herself she’s the only one stupid enough to live with him
The only person he loves is himself he never does a blessed thing
Locks himself away inside his room create some idea…berate some idea
One night with Pamela Sigourney or Jennifer
A Harley Davidson trip across America

To get things done around her you might as well do them yourself
In the time that it takes him to think
You could have painted the fence
Wallpapered the living room
You could have fixed that kitchen sink

A broken dream machine that’s way beyond repair
No good to anyone oh how she must despair
One night with Pamela Sigourney or Jennifer
A Harley Davidson trip across America
Track Name: Confessions Of A Sperm Donor
I used to be a feminist I used to be a freak
Sold my sperm for bus fare I got £15 a week
The jobs as good as yours she said your numbers on the pot
Just abstain the night before and bring us every drop

But don’t expect a helping hand cause we’re strictly DIY
T here’s a pile of magazines next door you’re most welcome to try
We freeze it in a cryostat and you sign your name right here
It’s a brave new world out there she said for a genetic engineer
Sperm Donor...

Production and delivery became the weekly norm
I held the pot under my arm to keep the sample warmIn
the art of masturbation I truly excelled
Until I broke the night before rule once again and got expelled

And sometimes in my darker moments I imagine successes
Kids grown up and questioning paternal second guesses
Campaigning on the TV for the records and the access
With Kilroy finger pointing stage-managing the masses

Sperm Donor....money for old rope
It’s funny but it’s no joke
Blood test DNA
Get away…..
So if you’ve been affected by the issues in this song
I don’t have any answers there is no right from wrong
But should you track me down here then I’m certain come what may
I could never be your father nor could I ever turn you away

No matter where you got your genes or the colours in your hair
There’s a place for you in this world we can never share
And if I’m the one who gave you life by some proximity
I just hope to god you haven’t turned out anything like me…
Sperm Donor
Money for old rope
It’s funny but it’s no joke
Blood test DNA
Get away….
Track Name: Flatter & Deceive
You can call me Vinny Peculiar but it’s not my real name
I made it up all because my real one is lame
I was born in 57 in the county of Worcestershire
I was raised a Methodist with Jesus in my ear
I went to Sunday school I said my prayers
In teenage makeup and Levi flares
I joined the boys brigade couldn’t wait to leave
I learned to flatter and deceive
I married young and I was happy, happy with my lot
Had a little baby girl I became a baby swot
Bought a house in Birmingham and joined the CND
Travelling by Midland Red to the asylum and the nursery
I went to training school to become a nurse
I saw the sex pistols and the adverts
I swore I loved you then and that I’d never leave
But I’d learned to flatter and deceive 17 years later I’m writing this song
I know now what other people have known all along
The presents and the flowers that I’m sending you today are,
Pitiful excuses from the dad who went away
I’d go to festivals I’d go abroad
I’ve still got Sleeping Gas but not Reward
In this reality I only make believe
Having learned to flatter and deceive
Track Name: Everlasting Teenage Bedroom [live at The Joiners]
I’m in the everlasting teenage bedroom
I play guitar and look into the mirror
Smoke cigarettes and drink cheap beer
Am I the only person in here?

I catalogue my record collection
I’m reading Playboy Mayfair and Forum
I play loud music late into the night

I’m in the everlasting teenage bedroom
And everything’s all right

I have no partner no job no children
And I’m attracted to the politics of freedom
I love my friends I think about them often
And we make plans and someday they’re going to happen

I’m in the everlasting teenage bedroom
And everything’s all right

And I don’t care for the older generation
I’ve got the whole of my life before me
I’ll make mistakes but I’ll put them behind me
Times on my side and it always will be

In the everlasting teenage bedroom
Everything’s all right

Times on my side
Everything’s all right
Alright
Track Name: Lazy Bohemians
The lazy bohemians sat out on the rooftops
Whistling at schoolgirls sucking on ice-pops
Those carefree idealists doing just as they want to
There’s a room in the attic for somebody like you

Lazy bohemians lazy by design
Cant get up in the morning can’t be arsed to go out at night
Talking bout a revolution hey man they’re out of sight
The lazy bohemians loathe big corporations
And the work ethic wind up of past generations
Those shaman in shameless
Pursuit of sensation picking a fight with my imagination

Lazy bohemians good for nothing swine
Picking holes in the system towing the establishment line
Talking bout a revolution

And all the wanting to be good people turn into those who never would people
And all the happy just to be people turn into you and me people

Get lazy go hazy

Crazy bohemians are throwing a party
Everybody’s invited don’t worry be happy
If you want to stay over you’re welcome to use my room
I’ll be cooking the dinner and sleeping late into the afternoon

There’s a sleeping bag in the corner
Yeah just behind the sofa
Track Name: Dirty Weekend
You said anywhere will do just as long as I’m with you
Just get the tickets just book the room
We can be who we want escape where we’re from
We’ll be back so quick no one will know we’re gone
On the seat of the bus you made me go red
Then finished me off on the hotel bed
I had stars in my eyes you were older and wiser than I was
My dirty weekend
All grown up playing happy pretend
Getting caught out in the end
When I said goodbye I knew that I would never see you again
There were photographs in the drawers of a naked man called David
With a large and flaccid cock cowboy boots and an earring
A spy hole in the wall for the pervert in the hall
I played the gigolo you played the whore
And we painted the town all the usual shades
Holding hands and making promises in the light house rays
I’d put on your makeup you’d put on a show
For the boy in reception before we had to go
And when I woke in a dream like state last night it was as if I was 19 again in Scarborough
My dirty weekend
All grown up playing happy pretend
We’re all caught out in the end
When I said good bye I knew that I would never see you again
Track Name: Sometimes I Feel Like A King [live acoustic version]
I’m sitting on top of the world
Holding the hand of a beautiful girl
I’m making the breakfast and cutting the lawn
Talking on the telephone about the day you were born
Sometimes I feel like a king in spite of myself

Meeting my friends out on the town
Getting in late and fooling around
Taping new songs at home in the dark
Taking the kids to the park for a lark about
Sometimes I feel like a king in spite of myself

Reading the papers and watching TV
Listening to John Coltrane Live at the BBC
Shopping for trinkets and for spices
Happily left to my own devices
Sometimes I feel like a king in spite of myself

Looking at the stars lighting up the sky
Holding my breath under water happy to be alive
I’m finishing off The Book of Dave
And listening to The Auteurs – ‘New Wave’
Sometimes I feel like a king in spite of myself
Track Name: Playing On The Pier
From here you can see the donkeys
Braided the same as fifty years ago
When I was a lad and my family sat
Amongst the thousands on the sands
As I played

And I remember my dad with his trousers rolled up
And the knotted handkerchief for the sun was hot
As he made his way through the crowds
To buy a tray of tea and sticky buns
As I played

And I remember my mother sitting stiffly in the deckchair
So unused to such enforced relaxation
Knitting frantically throughout the day
The completed vests in a bundle at her feet
As I played

And I remember my sister dreamily looking out to see
Transfixed by growing dreams of being someone
And finding herself unable to join in the social chat
Setting herself apart and sulking in a pretty way
As I played

I remember my brother too old for buckets and spades
But wanting to be a part of it all
And will to scrabble in the sand and build bridges
And wait for the sea to erode and destroy
As I played

But most I remember being with my family
On the beach below me by the donkeys
And for a second I swore I could see all of us
In careless unity, immortal and transient -

As I played
Track Name: The Hairdressers
I still get nervous at the hairdressers
The girls the gadgets the clippers the sink the apron and the mirror always the mirror
So how do you like it?
Shaped over the ears square at the back
Are you a student a good laugh?
And the radio always the radio

I’ve been to a few salons in my time
I’ve even had them visit me at home
Truth is I’m still looking yearning longing dreaming of that elusive style
To call my own
I still get nervous at the Hairdressers
The girls the gadgets the clippers the sink the apron the water-spray and
The mirror always the mirror
Track Name: Time For Bed
A is for the apple
B is for the ball
C is for the crucifix hung upon the wall
D is for the distance
E for the effect
F it lasts forever
G is as good as it will get
H is for the heroin
I is for an eye
J is for the jugular and
K is keen to die
L is for the loves
M is for the mind
N is just for nobody
O can only find
P is like a parachute
Q is always queer
R is on the radio where the
S’s sneer
T is in temptation
U is underground
V is for the Velvets behind a wall of sound
W won't trouble you with
EXerpts one by one
Why don’t you do yourself a favour and be GONE
Cut off your ties
quit while You’re ahead
Remember what Zebedee said

Time for bed
Track Name: My Generation [David Marsden Remix]
Working man down the club putting the world to rights
A super cockle sub on Tamla Motown nights
Walk the dog around the block put the kids to bed
You’re losing track of time you’re going to fall asleep in the shed

I said goodbye to my generation
I never heard from them again
Not me

Kissing in Jakes Alley throwing arrows into the sky
They all fall down and they land in your eye
Your dinners in the bin its nearly half past there
Not seen you around for a while no you wont remember me

I said goodbye to my generation
I never heard from them again

The new estate is falling down
They don’t build them like they used top
The old boy network didn’t really suit you
Those teenage diaries are better left unread
Miscarriages of justice fester in the head

I said goodbye to my generation
I never heard from them again
Spent all my life running away from…

Easter parade in the village hall the minister for tea
Con men in the pulpit and gangsters on TV
Take a look if you want to take a picture take a holiday
Let me back at the drop of a hat its as if I never went away

I said goodbye to my generation
I never heard from them again
I said goodbye
Track Name: Egg Incident
Three youths were severely reprimanded by the police for throwing eggs at several houses on the Barley Mow Lane Estate in Catshill at approximately 8.45pm last Friday night. The boys, all in there early teens, were witnessed running at speed from the crime scene by local resident Mr Joseph Sneed who kindly telephoned this office after first alerting the police. The youths, all of them local boys who cannot be named for legal reasons were instructed to apologise to the homeowners and to clean up the mess.