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Released on the County Recording Service label, this was a private pressing of less than 99 copies to avoid paying UK income tax. To my knowledge the only original copy I can find sold in 2008 for £185. The self titled album was called Levee Camp Moan (COUN LP 132/133) released in 1969 it is one of the hardest UK Private Pressings to find so I would guess that it would sell for considerably more if one became available! Why not subscribe as I upload regularly! Side 1 1. Sweet Little Angel 0:00 2. Lining Track 6:16 3. Disgusted Of North Acton 7:35 4. Keep From Crying 11:44 Side 2 1. Walking By Myself 15:37 2. Flood In Houston 18:30 3. Damp 23:15 4. 27:02 Taking their name from the old blues number Levee Camp Moan they were formed in the late 60's when the five members, manager and roadies lived a country farmhouse in Bracknell. The name of the farm was Peacock Farm. It was here that the were able to leave their equipment permanently set up and. being relatively isolated, the band could rehearse as often as they liked. In this rural setting, they worked on blues standards influenced by the likes of Otis Rush. Buddy Guy & Junior Wells together with Muddy Waters and Skip James. Also the contemporary white blues of the time by Canned Heat, Savoy Brown and Paul Butterfield etc. also provided a great source of inspiration. The band built up a following on the British Blues Circuit, playing at the Marquee, Crawdaddy, Klooks Kleek, Eel Pie Island and Rikki Tik clubs. They toured extensively with Chickenshack, Canned Heat and Muddy Waters. In early 1969 they entered Virgin Sound in Windsor to lay down eight tracks, recorded on a four track machine, for their debut album. At the time of its creation the term private pressing would have had no relevance in music circles and would have offered little insight into the nature of the project. The LP was every bit the archetypal private pressing unrefined and free from record company interference, the band were able to retain thrillingly raw edge making sure that Levee Camp Moan remained a primitive yet vital effort full of aggression and spirit.
