Album review: Stevie Nicks – 24 Karat Gold (Songs From The Vault) | London 24

07 November 2014
by Stephen Moore

Stevie Nicks – 24 Karat Gold

Old, half-finished songs picked up, dusted down and fully realised by Nicks in all her croaky, wizened glory.

With her first LP since 2011’s In Your Dreams, Nicks has decided to revisit some old demos to give them the full studio work-up.

Comprising songs almost exclusively written between 1969 and 1987, what could have been a rushed cash-in is instead a crafted, worthwhile document.

Raking over her earlier songwriting chops proves a canny move, and there’s plenty here that will appeal.

Her now gently burnished vocals lend appropriate weight to the weary, wistful casino worker in The Dealer, in which downcast guitar and piano back lines like “If I’d have known a little more I’d have run away,” while she croakily dispenses some hard-won wisdom from a scarred heart over gritty guitar in Hard Advice.

Although it outstays its welcome at 15 tracks, the range is wide enough to take in freaky Hammond organ solos on Starshine – the album’s galloping, bittersweet opener – intimate, stream-of-consciousness frustration and exasperation in Mabel Normand and a hard, funky guitar riff that Rage Against The Machine wouldn’t sniff at (the six-minute barnstormer I Don’t Care).

Her intimate delivery frequently disarms, be it alongside Mac-style vocal harmonies in Carousel, recorded for Nicks’ mother, or the soul-baring uncertainty of Lady, a simple acoustic ballad with plodding piano.

A slinky, upbeat Mississippi bar feel excites in Cathouse Blues and there’s an elegant drive to the title track.

In spite of its length, these reshaped, refined offcuts only serve to bolster Nicks’ impressive catalogue.

Rating: 4/5

Mick Fleetwood on “Rumours”-era excess: “I’m damn lucky I never killed anyone!” | Salon

EXCLUSIVE: Fleetwood Mac drummer tells Salon new “Rumours” stories, reflects on Stevie Nicks affair, shares regrets

Mick Fleetwood

Mick Fleetwood (Credit: AP/Chris Pizzello)

The Mick Fleetwood pictured on the back of his new memoir, “Play On: Now, Then and Fleetwood Mac,” looks fabulously content. This is the rock star as elegant dandy, stylish in tails, draped in an accent of gold jewelry, a trim white beard. It’s an advertisement for the good life, if not living right.

Crazy, isn’t it? Because the Fleetwood on the cover has a wicked gleam in his eye, as he peers out from under a rakish hat, hair down around his shoulders. This is the Fleetwood of the mid-t0-late ’70s, the drummer whose band was re-energized by the arrival of Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks, who recorded 1975′s “Fleetwood Mac” with “white powder peeling off the walls of every room” in the studio.

But the madness was only beginning: The relationships of Buckingham and Nicks, along with John and Christine McVie, were unraveling amidst angst, affairs and mountains of cocaine. “Rumours” chronicled the dissolution of it all, selling tens of millions of albums worldwide. They were among the biggest bands in the world, and they lived every moment of it to the extreme. “The drugs of course were plentiful,” Fleetwood writes, “and we partook of the finest Peruvian flake quite a bit, both to numb the pain and to find the energy to persevere.” Continue reading

Mick Fleetwood: The star who snorted a line of cocaine 7 miles long! | Daily Mail (UK)

Tom Leonard for the Daily Mail
Published: 20:19 EST, 6 November 2014

The rock star who snorted a line of cocaine SEVEN MILES long! In an eye-popping new memoir, Fleetwood Mac’s leader reveals the true epic scale of their debauchery…


Fleetwood Mac were sitting around stoned in the studio one night with one of their engineers when they set about solving an arithmetic problem that had been niggling at them.

How much cocaine, they wondered, had drummer Mick Fleetwood put up his nose? Working on the premise he had taken an eighth of an ounce every day for 20 years, the sound engineer calculated that if you laid out the drug in a single snortable line, it would stretch for seven miles.

Rock ’n’ roll is full of such apocryphal stories, but as Fleetwood admits in a candid new memoir, this one is completely true. But then, this is the band that in 1977 gave the world Rumours, one of the best-selling albums ever, and almost died in the process.

Love free-for all: The band in the Seventies (from left), Stevie Nicks, Mick Fleetwood, Christine McVie, John McVie and Lindsey Buckingham
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