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Bob Stanley and Pete Wiggs present

Occasional Rain


Released: 24th April 2020

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It’s the day after the 60s. You turn on the radio and
there is news about John leaving the Beatles – or will
Paul be the first to jump? There is insecurity and
uncertainty. The rain filters into the post-psychedelic,
pre-progressive sound; in times of upheaval, you
always notice bad weather.

“Occasional Rain” is the sequel to Bob Stanley and
Pete Wiggs’ highly successful “English Weather”
collection (“Really compelling and immersive: it’s a
pleasure to lose yourself in it” - Alexis Petridis, the
Guardian). This is the sound of young bands
experimenting in a period of flux, feeling for a new
direction, exploring jazz and folk – as many songs are
led by mellotron, piano and flute as they are by guitar.
Lyrically, there are two themes that crop up regularly:
the search for a home that isn’t there anymore – the
certainties of the optimistic 60s, the physical reality of
terraced streets – and the rain. For the former, there’s
Cressida’s gentle, keening ‘Home And Where I Long To
Be’, while Duncan Browne’s shape-shifting ‘Ragged
Rain Life’ feels like a decent summary of Britain in both
1970 and 2020.

“Occasional Rain” puts the era’s bigger names (Traffic,
Yes, Moody Blues) and the lesser known (Mandy More,
Shape Of The Rain, Tonton Macoute) side by side. Like
its predecessor “English Weather”, it evokes the turn of
the new decade, a beautiful state of fuzzy confusion,
and the feel of a wet Saturday afternoon at the dawn of
the 70s spent flicking through the racks, wondering
whether to buy the new Tull album or maybe take a
chance on that Christine Harwood album in the bargain
bin (go on, you won’t regret it).