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THE GROUNDHOGS
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The Groundhogs , to me, have always been the sole occupants of that boogie netherworld which lies between ZZ-Top and Captain Beefheart- A statement which,in and of itself, goes pretty far in explaining their wild unpopularity here in the states- but even in their native England ; where I assumed the mere mention of their name would pack the same rock-snot punch as, say... (I'll shoot low...) "Peter Greene"- It was typically met with a moans, groans and confounded amusement (also native to England).
(And this, from the country who added a good ten years to the logical lifespan of Status Quo.)

The Groundhogs were formed in the mid-'60s by Guitarist/Vocalist/Songwriter; T.S. "Tony" McPhee. Named for a John Lee Hooker song. The band was also known as "John Lee's Groundhogs" backing Hooker himself on some of the blues singer's mid-'60s British shows, and also recording an album with him.(--crypticly titled;"The Groundhogs with John Lee Hooker" -which is next to non-exsistant ...as far as I can tell...)

In 1966, a"psychedelisized" Groundhogs became"Herbal Mixture"- long enough to release a single, "Machines" -(which is currently reissued, along with all of the Groundhogs' singles on -Distortions)

- A reformed Groundhogs appeared in 1968- Originally a quartet- (bassist Pete Cruickshank also remained from the original Groundhogs lineup), the Hogs had become a power trio by the time of their commercial breakthrough, "Thank Christ for the Bomb", which made the U.K. Top Ten in 1970. This is thought by many to be their finest record (not the least of whom is Monster Magnets' Tim "Mountain of Judgement" Cronin)-

"Thank Christ for the Bomb" is certainly their most straight ahead effort- Like many of their British, blues-rock peers, the Hogs tended to grow a little more experimental with each record (...in an almost eerie, incremental way). Which is not meant to be any kind of warning -er... quite the opposite- They were easily on par with (Clear Spot era) Captain Beefheart at 13 bar-boogie-mutations, equally adept at sounding reverent AND fucked-up at the same time- because , like Beefheart, The Groundhogs' blues mutations were built on a thorough knowledge of the original item.

This is evident in McPhees' consistently suberb guitar playing. A master of both lo-fi- choogling, and hi-fi processing ... his technique of claw-hammer comping packs that rare sense of boogie that is usually indicative of a very large record collection (...and knowing how to use it). McPhees' straight blues riffing is as white-boy-precocious as Ry Cooders' work with the Magic Band-
And his soloing seems to have more in common with (the economical) Steve Cropper- than any of his guitar-slinging, Blu-Brit contemporaries.

Tradition aside- McPhee was equally proficient at shoving his Gibson SG thru every stomp box known to man (or Can, and then some) and did so without ever upsetting the big, blue, gut-bucket.
In my humble opinion it was McPhees fondness for signal processing which earned them a very misleading "progressive" tag-- Because their "progressiveness" had little to do with (70's-requisite) attempts at fusion.- and everything to do with McPhees' experiments in the recording studio. Because T.S. not only wrote, played and sang this stuff - he also produced it. Although he could be a little ham fisted on the hoo ha knobs-his overall production is crisp, jaggedy and bears more resemblance to modern digital snippetry than the reverb-swollen, cave paintings that were commonplace in the early British 70's

Even on later records, such as "Black Diamond" when T.S. liberally peppered the proceedings
with an ARP synth-- The Hogs never lose sight of their basic stomp quotient- ( and given the ultra-reverant nature of euro-blues-fanatics [...y'know...groundhogs' fans...], this must have been considered blasphemy). In fact, at a time when most British Blues outfits had abandoned the Chi-town/ push/ pull -to allow room for a more florid drumming style -The Groundhogs continued to roll out the barrelhouse with a true-blue HONK.


Twelve bar blues may seem restrictive to some - And it is rare, indeed, to find a white guy capable of working within it's boundaries who doesn't end up sounding sycophantic (Clapton) or like a complete idiot (Thorogood) (-and rarer still are the instrumentalists who can extend its' reach while keeping both feet the ground. -I can count 'em on one hand). The Groundhogs
never sound handicapped by the 12 bar - and at times, they seem completely in-awe of it - -
and listening to The Groundhogs 25 years after the fact, it's plain that T.S. Mcphee was well aware that; 12 bars can be an eternity .... that is,... if you know what youre doing......