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Ride ’em, cowboy!

The soundtrack to a Spaghetti Western that does not exist.

No. 4: Paul Orwell, ‘A Man Called Fangz’ {Instru*mental}

It’s hard not to like Paul Orwell.

 

He delves into that wondrous musical zone where sixties garage, mod and freak-beat all collide. Then he takes what he finds there and turns it into something all his own: groovadelic music, retro yes, but somehow totally now. And to cap it all he releases his creations on vinyl-only editions in such ridiculously small numbers only the elect few ever get their hands on ’em. In short, he’s a purist. And this refusal to compromise his artistic principles at the risk of harming his commercial success is something we should all admire.

Paul "El Gringo" Orwell

Given Paul’s laudable fascination for all things sixties I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised to discover he’s recently turned his attention to the music of Spaghetti Westerns. His instrumental, A Man Called Fangz is a classic example of the genre, full of the sound of galloping horses, echoing gunfire and those drifting, melancholic refrains that take you straight back to Morricone circa ’66. Ah, yes! I can almost smell those prairie campfires from here…

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A Man Called Fangz