Burning Badgers Vinyl – The Lost EPs #3

Oh No Won’t Do – Cud (1991, A&M Records)

SWC writes……..

“He’s definitely still looking for us” I tell OPG, peeking out from behind the pillar behind the saucepans towards the security guard, who stupidly is looking the other way. If he turns around he will see my head looking at him. He doesn’t and I take cover again.

We are in Woolworths, the much-missed mish-mash of a store that sold everything from brightly coloured screwdrivers to the latest releases by Destinys Child. Woolworths also sold Pick n Mix, a hugely tempting collection of sweets in various flavours and wrappers. Woolworths in their wisdom stuck the Pick N Mix right at the front of their store. Meaning its perfectly possible to grab a handful of sweets on the way out of the store and leg it around the corner with your stolen booty.

OPG is not so subtle though. There is a reason for this. Neil. This is all his bloody fault.

Neil works in Woolworths. He and OPG have history. Sort of. In 1990 She got drunk on cheap cider at a Rotary club disco and snogged Neil outside the Salvation Army café in the High Street, before vomiting on his shoes. Neil apparently didn’t mind this though – OPG was his first love from the moment her cider stained lips touched his.

Neil has since asked OPG out some seven times and been rejected by OPG some seven times. This hasn’t stopped her using Neil’s vulnerable side to her advantage. Especially where the pick and mix are concerned. OPG simply wanders up to them and starts eating them right in front of Neil knowing full well that he won’t do anything about it. She does it every time. Only this time Neil wasn’t working, off sick with a cold apparently and as we stood there casually unwrapping our second or third green triangle and flicking through the music sections bargain bucket. I am just about to grab a 7 inch by The Candyskins when OPG whispers in my ear, “We need to move, now”.

The reason is that the security guard has been talking to one of the women who work in the store who has spied us gobbling down stolen bonbons, jelly snakes and the occasional fancy chocolate and is now on his way over to the music section. The obvious way out is blocked. Luckily for us, the Woolworths in Chatham High Street has an upstairs, housing a café and some toilets, so our plan is to hide in the toilets for ten minutes and then make a break for it. Which is what we do.

By the way, this is the second time (and last time) I’ve ever been inside a ladies toilet, with a young lady, the first being about a year earlier at a hotel in Rochester, at a birthday party, my girlfriend at the time, Claire, dumped me and ran into the ladies toilets crying. Then a lad called Danny (the same one who interrupted my first kiss) pushed me into the toilet so I could sort it all out. An act which did save that relationship for about a week. Both toilets were an odd shade of pink.

Anyway, I digress, there we sat, literally no one came in. Ten minutes past and we decide to make a break for it. The new plan was to get to the big pillar and starburst (if that’s possible in a group of two) out of there and meet up by the cinema in fifteen minutes. OPG went first, cleverly she spied an old lady coming out of the lift and ran over to it and leapt inside. The doors closed and she was gone. Now I was on my own, my hands were sweating, I felt like a criminal on the run.

Which I suppose I was.

I hold my breath and literally creep towards the stairs, an unsuspecting old couple provide me with a nice bit of cover before I dart behind the stationary shelving. There I pause, briefly noting the price of a New Kids on the Block pencil case, in case my sister wants one for Christmas (£3.99) before I walk out into the open. There is about 50 feet or so between me and freedom, I can smell it, although I reckon that the smell might be the KFC three doors up. There is a guard is to my right so I stay as far left as I can (good advice, in general, that) and edge closer and closer. I am twenty feet away when the guard looks up and shouts “STOP”.

Then the unbelievable happens.

A kid about five foot away, drops about a kilo of Pick n Mix and turns and absolutely legs it towards the exit, crashing through a display of plasticine related goods as he does. The guard looks at me, shouts “Next Time!” and legs it after the kid. I nonchalantly look around as if to see who the guard was speaking at and stroll out of the doors a free man and into the arms of the waiting OPG at the cinema.

All of which Bonnie and Clyde related shenanigans bring us to the third EP in the series of Lost EPs that I have found in Badger Big Box of Records. It is ‘Oh No Won’t Do’ EP the (I think) debut major label EP by everyone’s (well, nearly) favourite quirky indie band, Cud.

I’ve said before about how OPG loved Cud and in the late eighties and the very early nineties Cud were something like the best-kept secret in indie-pop. In the early 90s Cud, sort of emerged from the cupboard and were on the cusp. The band were somehow teetering on the edge of stardom. They went from making stupid (yet brilliant) indie-pop songs about ‘Prawns in Whitby to full-on pop classics like ‘Robinson Crusoe’.

Their fanbase had suddenly grown legs and the Top 40 was beckoning them like a Black Friday Mega Offer. The band signed to a major label (A&M) with one intention. Megastardom.

‘Oh No Won’t Do’ was supposed to set the groundworks for the band’s attempt at megastardom. It got radio play, it was released in a limited box set (more of that later) and a tour was launched to support its release.

But, this is Cud, and it didn’t happen. The EP stalled at around Number 50 and no amount of sales gimmicks and radio play was going to push it any higher.

Now back to that limited-edition box set. OPG owned the boxset I remember her playing it in her bedroom one night before we went to a party. The boxset looks massively different to miserable looking 7” than was inside Badgers Box. The limited-edition box set came in a little cardboard box. Inside the box was the 7”, a set of Cud postage stamps and a ‘Map of the World According to Cud’.

I sort of miss the nonsense you used to get with records. They were all blatant attempts by the record companies to sell you records. The cynical part of me used to think that if a record needed to add a map of the world to it to make people buy it then it probably wasn’t worth buying but some of them were fun.

I remember another Cud record (‘Through the Roof’ perhaps?) that came with one of those dangling mobile things that babies have above their cots. I used to own a Pulp CD that came with a free sewing pattern and the quickly forgotten Kent band, Airhead, used to produce a comic with every 12” they released. I’m not sure records come with all that sort of stuff anymore, which seems a shame.

Here are the four tracks from the ‘Oh No Won’t Do’ EP.

mp3: Oh No Won’t Do
mp3: Ariel
mp3: Profession
mp3: The Price of Love


45 45s @ 45 : SWC STYLE (Part 12)


36. Robinson Crusoe – Cud (1990 Imaginary Records)

Released as a single in October 1990 (Reached Number 86)

More OPG today and a slightly extended mix of an old story that some of you will know.

Cud were for a long time, until she fully embraced the long hair and muscle Tshirts of bands like Soul Asylum and Soundgarden, her favourite band of all time.

‘Leggy Mambo’ was a record that we sorted of bonded over and in a daft kind of way ‘Robinson Crusoe’ is a song that I will always associate with her. Largely because after watching her dance to it in a pub in Chatham I could think of little else for an entire summer. It that’s simple. It’s not even a great song, to be honest the best bit is near the end when it sounds like a digital watch alarm gets set off by mistake in the background. The B Side if I remember rightly had a Nightmares on Wax remix of ‘Robinson Crusoe’ but I don’t have it, which is a shame because I think it was quite good.

In 1992, I went to see Cud (supported by The Family Cat) with OPG at a legendary London venue called The Town and Country Club. It ended badly with us splitting up on the platform of Kentish Town Tube Station, after we’d had a row in the pub before the gig (it was over musical differences – seriously). It also saw OPG get arrested for assault (after the gig)

She barely spoke to me the entire gig – Cud finished the gig with a rousing version of ‘Purple Love Balloon’ and filled the room with purple balloons and told everyone to “Go Home and Make Babies”.

Purple Love Balloon

OPG grabbed a balloon and smiled at me, I thought at the time, that maybe the row had been forgotten. It was the kind of smile that made my knees buckle.

We strolled back to the tube station and went down the escalator to the platform, half way down a bloke in a suit came charging down the escalator and pushed us out the way. He obviously wanted to catch the train and was running late, but he was out of order.

In the process of this OPG’s Purple Balloon got burst and she went absolutely mental. She charged after the suit and grabbed him on the platform and punched him in the face. I arrived to see blood on the floor, a scared looking commuter, and two burly looking security guards jogging up the platform.

OPG looked at me as I stood in the corridor between the Northern Line Up and Down and she said “This is all your fault” just before the guards grabbed her. To bemused faces I turned and walked on to the other platform and jumped on the first tube to anywhere. I spent the night at my uncle’s flat in Waterloo (after a midnight call to him) and I didn’t speak to OPG for around a year.


JC adds..

I’ve gone digging again.

mp3 : Cud – Robinson Crusoe (Friday mix – Nightmares on Wax)

and just to add…..for those of you who don’t know, most London Underground stations, including Kentish Town, broadcast a pre-recorded three-word message in terms of public safety, warning passengers to be careful when boarding or alighting a train.   One of Cud’s better known songs is named after said safety warning

mp3 : Cud – Mind The Gap (Peel session version)


THE FESTIVE 50 0F 1989 (2 of 3)

Yesterday’s posting concentrated on the multiple entries into the Festive 50 of 1989, and those of you who are half-decent at arithmetic will have worked out that 27 acts managed to get enough votes to muster a place in the rundown.

Some of these were very well-known acts with some of their best-known and best-loved songs, with perhaps the best examples being found in the higher echelons of the festive rundown – Happy Mondays with Wrote For Luck (#4), James with Sit Down (#7), House Of Love with I Don’t Know Why I Love You (#10), Dinosaur Jr with Just Like Heaven (#12) and The Jesus And Mary Chain with Blues From A Gun (#13). They’ve all been featured on the blog before, and so it is the next few bands in the rundown that I want to shine a light on.

mp3 : Cud – Only (A Prawn In Whitby) (#15)

There are others out there way more qualified than me to wax lyrically about Cud. They’re another band of whom I own very little but anytime I’ve eavesdropped in on an offering on a blog, I’ve found myself nodding my head in appreciation.

They had been kicking around for a couple of years having released a handful of singles and recorded a Peel Session, before debut album When In Rome, Kill Me was released in June 1989. The seven songs on side one of the album are linked by short narratives thus, sort of, forming a single story in which the main character runs away from Whitby to Rome to try and escape the long arm of the law. From the one time I’ve actually heard the entire album, it seemed to me to be far from an over-blown concept record and indeed seemed to be taking the piss out of such records so loved by the prog-rock fraternity. The track featured today was based on an alleged encounter with Morrissey in which the vegetarian was supposed to have been spotted wolfing down a prawn in a café in Whitby….but in all likelihood not true.

The only other band with a single entry into the Top 20 were American grunge combo Mudhoney at #16 with You Got It (Keep It Out Of My Face).

The lower part of the chart was festooned with great tracks which still endure to this day, including these which should be familiar to you either via this or other great blogs:-

808 State – Pacific State (#22)
Field Mice – Sensitive (#26)
New Order – Vanishing Point (#27)
Spaceman 3 – Hypnotised (#33)
De La Soul –Eye Know (#34)
Dub Sex – Swerve (#39)

And then, like Convenience by BOB which started all this off, there’s a handful which may well need some prompting but are more than worthy of a listen. Here’s three today, with a similar number to follow tomorrow:-

mp3 : The Telescopes – The Perfect Needle (#30)
mp3 : Senseless Things – Too Much Kissing (#42)
mp3 : The Family Cat – Tom Verlaine (#48)




This is one of my own….but it was inspired by an idea and contribution from a reader.

Just the other week I featured the cover of Make Me Smile (Come Up and See Me) by The Wedding Present.  A comment from The Robster informed me that this was the band’s second take on that particular song as it had first been aired on an LP called Alvin Lives (In Leeds) : Anti Poll Tax Trax which, as the title suggests, was aimed at raising funds to help those campaigning against a particularly unpopular piece of government legislation.

Released in 1990, it consists of 12 indie acts doing cover versions.  As is often the case with a record like this, the output it is a bit hit and miss but what is quite astonishing is the sheer cheesiness of some of the choices:-


Lush – Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep
Five Thirty – My Sweet Lord
Cud – Bohemian Rhapsody
The Popguns – Bye Bye Baby
Crocodile Ride – I Feel Love
Robyn Hitchcock – Kung Fu Fighting
Corn Dollies – Le Freak
The Wedding Present – Make Me Smile (Come Up And See Me)
The Close Lobsters – Float On
14 Iced Bears – Summer Nights
The Siddeleys – Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes)
The Perfect Disaster – Wanderin’ Star

It’s a bunch of huge hits from the 70s and  I kind of got the feeling that having been asked to be part of what was a worthy cause and then told they had to come up with a cover of a well-known record from the 70s, most of them then tried to think what could be the most ridiculous departure from the norm.

Special mention must be made of Cud.  They’ve taken one of the sacred cows of pomp rock and ripped the total pish out of it.  All the words and a semblance of the tune do appear to be in place but they bash the whole thing out in a little under three minutes:-

mp3 : Cud – Bohemian Rhapsody

Anyone can see (and hear), nothing really matters to them.

Elsewhere, the song taken on by Lush is more akin to a nursery rhyme but yet somehow in their hands it works as indie-pop with meaningless lyrics while Robyn Hitchock and his mates become human beatboxes on a crazy take of a novelty song:-:-

mp3 : Lush – Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep
mp3 : Robyn Hitchcock – Kung Fu Fighting

As you’d expect, the Weddoes do their usual fine job (and it is marginally different than the version recorded with Steve Albini and made available on the 3 Songs EP) while  I was also quite taken by some parts of Le Freak in which The Corn Dollies occasionally do a fine tribute to Gang Of Four:-

mp3 : The Corn Dollies – Le Freak

There were a few disappointments, none more so than The Close Lobsters whose take on what I’ve thought was always an appalling song somehow made me long for the original although the biggest waste of vinyl has to go to Five Thirty for what is a pointless re-tread of the George Harrison hit.

When this LP was mentioned in the comments, my dear mate Dirk from Sexy Loser professed his love for this track:-

mp3 : The Siddeleys – Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes)

It’s one that didn’t jump out on first hearing but I’ve persisted and now fallen for its charms.

In summary, Alvin Lives (In Leeds) is, like so many other projects of this nature, a mixed-bag, but I was delighted to have been given the opportunity to learn about it after all these years.  Hope those of you who aren’t familiar with the versions featured today will appreciate them.

Thanks Robster.



A tale of love lost this week…..

Remember a couple of weeks back I mentioned the cute girl from Our Price in Chatham. Well her favourite band was Cud or The Cud Band as she affectionately called them. I have her to thank for introducing me to their music. Once, in a pub in Camden Town (that’s in London folks) we were waiting to go and see Cud at the old Town and Country Club, and ‘Changes’ by Sugar came on. This features on Sugar’s seminal ‘Copper Blue’ album and I happened to say that for me Copper Blue was the greatest record of the last five years (it was 1993 I think, so better than ‘Nevermind (which it is), better than ‘Debut’ (which it isn’t) and better than the just released ‘Asquarius’ by Cud (which it definitely without question is). An argument ensued, there and then and I am pretty sure that is the only time I have been dumped for ‘musical differences’.

Cud formed in 1987, when legend has it the four friends found a drum set in a skip and then gained other instruments. They had recorded their first Peel Session before releasing a record. All seemed perfect. They signed to the indie label Imaginary and they released their first two records ‘When in Rome, Kill Me’ and ‘Leggy Mambo’ and gained a fairly big following. Then they signed to A&M records and that is where it went wrong. Their first major label album was ‘Asquarius’.

Now don’t get me wrong, Cud are, or at least were, a fine band. They have some tremendous records, ‘Robinson Cruesoe’ for example is a wonderful few minutes of indie pop not bettered by many at the time and ‘Purple Love Balloon’ is in my opinion a record that should be in everybodys record collection (a song which started life as a B Side before getting a single release of its own).

mp3 : Cud – Purple Love Balloon

Before the age of ‘Asquarius’ (see what I did there, I’m wasted in the civil service I tell you, wasted) heralded Cud’s finest moments, they were quirky, very indie and one of those ‘cult status’ bands. To some (see above) ‘Leggy Mambo’ is one of the great lost records of our generation. The singles ‘Robinson Cruesoe’ and ‘Magic’ both failed to hit the Top 75. Although in fairness ‘Robinson Cruesoe’ deserved better.

‘Asquarius’ gave them moderate success, ‘Rich and Strange’ went Top 30 and the rerecorded B Side ‘Purple Love Balloon’ followed it but A&M wanted more. Cud didn’t look like pop stars, and no amount of soft focus press releases could change the fact that singer Carl Puttnam was not that much of a looker (although others would disagree, see above, sigh).

That night in Camden Cud were supported by The Family Cat, a much better band, and they were stacks better live than Cud. Cud had turned it a Vegas act, (something which I stated in the argument which continued on the train home, it didn’t help). Flooding the room with purple balloons with ‘Love’ emblazoned on them had for me killed the band, I don’t really do gimmicks and that to me was a gimmick, Our Price Girl loved it and actually punched a man on the tube who burst her Love Balloon (it wasn’t me). It shouted ‘Look at us’ when they should have been pleading ‘Listen to us’. Then again, maybe I am just bitter?

This song is taken from ‘Showbiz’ the follow up to Asquarius, which flopped. This was the lead single and to be honest was better than most of the last album. Bit more raw and less polished.

mp3 : Cud – Neurotica

JC adds

S-WC’s tale is a sad reminder again of how things can go wrong so quickly for a young, promising and highly listenable band once they find themselves signed to a major record label.  It always seems to be the case that the label bosses immediately want to shorn  all the things that made such bands so promising and exciting in the first place.  I’m still bitter 30 years later about what happened to Friends Again when Phonorgam got their hands on them….