[Christopher Arnott continues to recount his 45s]

The Coral, Dreaming of You/Answer Me/Follow the Sun. The whole white British soul/psychedelic scene of the late 1990s/early 2000s sounds so tentative now, so underproduced and a bit out of it. It was an exercise, a step in a direction later realized more fully and creatively by hip-hop and neo-glam acts. But thanks for trying, guys.

The Vagabonds, Too Much Tension/No Outlet. There are bands called The Vagabonds all over the planet, have been for eons. This one was from Rocky Hill, Ct., and palled around with New Haven power pop exemplars Chopper. This single from ’87 keeps the band’s shoutiness and unfettered guitar solos crisp and neat, which is not how I remember them live.

Names for Pebbles, Sunnybank/Under My Blanket. A one-sided two-song 33rpm single—the flipside is utterly flat and grooveless and blank. Frisky pop strummings with thoughtful lyrics, evokes a whole era of pleasant young bands holding forth in the mid-1990s on small club stages before the well-dressed collegiates who couldn’t handle the ska or hardcore scenes their peers were flocking to.

The Woggles, Carnivore! EP. Four songs (“Carnivore,” “Flash Flood,” “You Belong to Me,” “Hi Hi Pretty Girl”) on a single 45 rpm seven-inch. A woman appears in the band photos on the sleeve, which led to some confusion when the Georgia-rooted garage band appeared at Cheri’s on York St. for a 1993 gig in which they’d been paired with the female-fronted local garagistas The Botswanas. Keyboardist Donna Bowman had left the band between the recording of this single and the subsequent touring the band did. It took The Woggles 17 years to make it back to New Haven, but they’ve been back a couple times since. Singer Manfred Jones has become a noted archivist of underground ‘60s rock, helping program the Little Steven Underground Garage radio show. The recordings lack Manfred’s flailing hairdo yet hold up just fine.

Raspberries, Go All the Way/Tonight. Have it on CD, cassette, LPs… but this is one of those records that was made to be a vinyl 45 (on the Beatles-cool Capitol label, yet). I once dated someone who thought the song was saying “Goooo Away” rather that “Go Away,” begging off rather than getting it on. Gave me a fresh perspective that totally renewed the tune for me.