Long time readers may recall that in the mid-70s I was a member of an enterprising New York City underground band who released a highly regarded (by us) D.I.Y single.
And that we were called The Hounds. A name, I should add, that we agonized over and ultimately decided on thanks to the suggestion of a friend (hi, Kerri!) who thought the phrase "the hounds of spring," from Atalanta in Calydon (1865) by Victorian era English poet Algernon Charles Swinburne, kinda had a ring to it.
So. Please enjoy "Call Me," the A-side of our aforementioned 45 rpm platter. An attempt to do sort of bubblegum pop-Stones with a Who-esque middle section, with what success you can decide.
In any case, we broke up a year or so after this was released, and almost immediately we learned that a Chicago glam-rock bunch had not only stolen our name but actually gotten signed to a deal with Columbia Records. Even more infuriating, we heard third hand from somebody at CBS that the pretender Hounds had gotten their contract on the basis of somebody in A&R thinking that our song was the work of those other guys.
I have no idea if that's true or not, but I can guarantee that we all stewed about it at various low dives while consuming adult beverages at three in the morning on numerous occasions.
That's the cover art for those other Hounds' 1978 debut album Unleashed; all I'm gonna say about it is that a) good taste is timeless and b) I am convinced that Spinal Tap's "Bitch School" was based on it.
And here's those other Hounds cult hit "Drugland Weekend" from the aforementioned Unleashed. Sounds like an over-played and basically meh Mott the Hoople pastiche to me, but obviously I'm prejudiced.
Okay, so those other Hounds never became household words, and I have long since forgiven them (and our lawyer, who declined to sue then. Probably a good idea).
But now, via the miracle of the intertubes, I have just learned that before those other Hounds, and years before my bunch, there were...The Hounds.
From Sweden, and apparently world famous in their homeland between 1966-68.
And now I need to know -- do you slash your wrists in hot or cold water?
Especially after hearing the Swedish Hounds' hit cover version (in Sweden) of "The Times They Are A-Changin'."
Which -- given it's interestingly accented English -- at least does justice to the original by the song's composer, some guy named Sven Dylan
"You better start shwimming...
I think I need a drink, is what I'm saying.