Ja, zeit für mehr Klaus! This time with a few traditional German folk tunes, und ohne bart! There's not much to say about this one except just to dress up into your lederhosen, grab a stein of bier und erhalten tanzen!
This certainly stirs my right hand into action (how else do I operate the stylus?) but I have to wonder how Klaus felt about such imagery adorning the cover of his work. He strikes me as a no nonsense kind of guy, and he may not have approved of this sort of titillation.
Straight after recovering from this shocking image, I had a look at the back of the cover; finding that decency had triumphed with a tasteful shot of the man himself, and not a rear view of this young lady. She's probably in her seventies now.
Next up, Klaus gives us a 70s pop treat featuring Sweet's Teenage Rampage, Suzi Quatro's Devil Gate Drive and er, Amazing Grace on the B-side - he was never one to squander the energy.
The cover comes from an era where scantily clad ladies adorned LPs, in an effort to make us part with our cash (as if the contents were not scintillating enough). However if you think this is racy, wait until the next one - phwoar!
This stern Teutonic stare might be more at home coming from a doctor telling us that we have cancer, but that's Klaus. His covers on this record, such as those of Felicidad, Super Trouper and the unforgettable Wenn Ich Dich Nicht Hätte draw out the unremitting professionalism of the man. How else can he hold a candle to such classics?
Only true dedication and attention to detail can produce a record such as this, and I think that the resultant physical exhaustion would make the best of us look a little enigmatic.
As you may be aware, February is World Wunderlich month. So to celebrate, I'll be uploading nothing but the mighty Klaus until March, which of course heralds James Last fornight and then Dennis Hayward week etc.
World Wunderlich month was created to raise awareness of Klaus' fine work which all too often is confined to the boots of cars while being transported to car boot sales, and then back again. Except for these examples, which were purchased for pennies by this perusing punter (ie. me).
It is notable that Klaus is one of the best organ-based imitators, and I'm sure that by next month you'll be ready to March (hehe) right out and buy a back catalogue of your own. I don't actually own all of his records as I fear that by doing so I would have no reason to live any more; it would all be downhill from there with nothing to look forward to.
As a little change, here's the (in)famous work of Peter Cook and Dudley Moore, known in this instance as 'Derek & Clive' - they went out of their way to be offensive, and so if you are easily offended please listen to this as you need to toughen up a bit.
For instance, the record 'Come Again' starts with the duo calling us cunts. On 'Ad Nauseam' Clive explains how the dead Pope John Paul gave him an erection, and the 'Live' album opens with Clive's tale of removing lobsters from Jayne Mansfield's arsehole.
My records are well-used and scratchy so these copies are taken from other 'cleaner' sources.
Given that these are instrumentals, the idea of singing along loses its allure somewhat, they've not even supplied the words! This is an outrage!
However, the reedy charm of these accordion-infested tunes goes some way to calm us, as well as the medley format which bestows its own special influence upon our frayed nerves. There are only a couple of tracks here which aren't medleys, including the great 'Rivers of Babylon'. The Diamond Accordion band was obviously aware that to place that classic within a medley would have undone all their good work and caused considerable consternation to its placid audience.