THE FIRST MIDWEEK DAY OF A BRAND NEW MONTH….

……can only mean one thing round these parts.

mp3: Various – Baby It’s (Probably) Cold Outside

Edwyn Collins – Knowledge
The Nectarine No.9 – Don’t Worry Babe You’re Not The Only One Awake
Tindersticks (feat. Isabella Rossellini) – A Marriage Made In Heaven
Siouxsie & The Banshees – Peek-A-Boo
Wire – A Question Of Degree
Pavement – Shady Lane
Frightened Rabbit – Fast Blood
Bar Italia – Punkt
The Shop Assistants – Somewhere In China
Trembling Blue Stars – ABBA on the Jukebox
Say Sue Me – My Problem
The Television Personalities – Part-Time Punks
The Cure – Lullaby (extended version)
Broken Chanter – Allow Yourself
The Delgados – Everybody Come Down
The Wedding Present – Deer Caught In Headlights

 

JC

 

FICTIVE FRIDAYS : #2

a guest series, courtesy of a very friendly lawyer

The Song Retains The Name

Blur’s debut Leisure helped kickstart Britpop. I couldn’t help but notice that many of its song titles were shared by classic pop releases, and I wondered if that was deliberate. Specifically, Bowie had a song called ‘Repetition’ on the Lodger LP. The Carpenters had an international hit with ‘Sing.’ And ‘Come Together,’ ‘Birthday’, and ‘Slow Down’ are all songs recorded by the Beatles. I was thinking about an ICA based on those vintage nuggets when it occurred to me that TVV isn’t the best forum for ancient history. Nope–I’m so freakin’ old that it’s the next generation of musicians I should be looking to. So, let’s go back to Blur.

Repetition. Blur (1991).

This song probably qualifies as a shoegaze number, with its droning, sludgy guitars and Damon Albarn doing nothing to disguise his Essex twang. Graham Coxon would eventually emerge as a guitar god while Mr. Albarn morphed into 2-D and countless other personas. But Leisure, with its killer second single ‘There’s No Other Way’, put the boys on the map.

Repetition. TV on the Radio (2011).

From the Brooklyn band’s fourth LP, Nine Types of Light, the last to feature bassist Gerard Smith, who sadly died a few days after its release. TVOTR‘s song is a little artier, and fades out with Tunde Adebimpe cheekily chanting “My repetition, my repetition is this” a la Dream WarriorsMy Definition of a Boombastic Jazz Style. A great live act if you get a chance to see them.

Crazy – Pylon (1983).

Pylon were a criminally overlooked band from Athens, Georgia. They released a couple of great records in the early 80’s and, at the urging of Michael Stipe, reformed to release one last LP in 1990. This song is from the band’s second album, Chomp. Knowledgeable folks like The Robster will remember R.E.M.’s cover version as the b-side of ‘Driver 8’, and as the lead track on their compilation album Dead Letter Office.

Crazy – Gnarls Barkley (2006).

Cee-Lo Green is from Atlanta, but his Georgia roots are the only thing he had in common with Pylon. He ditched hip hop outfit Goodie Mob and hooked up with Danger Mouse and the rest is history, as the saying goes. ‘Crazy’, the first single released by the duo as Gnarls Barkley, won a Grammy, was the first ever single to top the UK charts purely on downloads, and was eventually included in Rolling Stone’s list of the top 500 songs of all time, for what that’s worth. I like that the two performed the song at the 2006 MTV Movie Awards dressed as characters from Star Wars.

Wrong Way – The Undertones (1979).

The Derry pop/punk merchants’ eponymous debut was one of the top albums from The Best Ever Year For Music, 1979. ‘Wrong Way’ is an irresistible album track that is distinctive for being one of the few written by the band’s drummer, Billy Doherty.

Wrong Way – Sublime (1996).

From Sublime’s own eponymous album, although it was their third release. I like Eric Wilson‘s bouncy Madness/Specials-style bass, but I really love Jon Blondell‘s trombone solo. Singer/guitarist Brad Nowell sadly died of a heroin overdose in May 1996; the album was released two months later and went platinum five times over.

Alright – Supergrass (1995).

Another single from another debut. Supergrass arrived on the scene fully formed with their own distinct sound. Like, say, Vampire Weekend or Arctic Monkeys. Wiki tells me that I Should Coco was Parlophone’s best-selling debut release since the Beatles’ Please Please Me back in 1963. I was too dim to recognize that the album title was cockney rhyming slang.

Alright – Kendrick Lamar (2015).

To Pimp a Butterfly was a monumental success, the album of the year for many opinionated people and publications. I don’t know about that, but ‘Alright’, the fourth single from the LP, did win a couple of Grammys. Produced by Pharrell Williams, who sang background on the track along with monster LA bassist Thundercat.

Dreaming – Blondie (1979).

First single from the band’s fourth LP Eat to the Beat, which followed Parallel Lines to the top of the UK charts that same year. Kind of a bummer that the last great Blondie album was also from the magic year, followed by the good-but-not-great Autoamerican (1980) and the career ending disaster The Hunter (1982). This song features the legendary Ellie Greenwich singing background, one of the most successful of all the ‘Brill Building’ songwriters.

Dreaming – Mac DeMarco (2014).

There are too many songs called ‘Dreaming’ to count, but I chose this one from DeMarco‘s debut album because it’s got such an easy, trippy vibe. Probably had a lot to do with that $20 Teisco guitar dripping with reverb. Plus, it’s a DIY song as DeMarco played all the instruments on the album which he recorded in his apartment in Montreal, purportedly in his underwear.

 

Jonny

 

FICTIVE FRIDAYS : #1

a guest series, courtesy of a very friendly lawyer

I don’t know a more indulgent man than our good host. Over the years, JC has posted every random thing I sent him. A series about New York City songs. Another series called Charged Particles where all the song titles end with “ion.” Lots of nonsense about my tenure in a country band. Song Story entries. Interviews with guys who made REM videos. And while the faithful crowd submits lovingly curated imaginary compilation albums by their favorite bands, JC never once objected to my oddball ICAs about trumpets, side projects, days of the week, presidential elections (sob), stellar basslines, songs that bands took their names from, or unconventional instruments. Not to mention my chiming in every day with unsolicited opinions in the comments section.

But, being an incorrigible and pushy New Yorker, I thought, “why not shamelessly take advantage of Jim’s good graces and try to unload even more of my musical BS on him? He knows I’m too lazy to start my own blog–could I get away with hijacking even more of his web space?” I was facetiming with Jim when I threw the idea at him and he didn’t appear to choke on anything or swear at me, even under his breath. Instead, he greenlighted Fictive* Fridays, a platform for yet more of my, er, idiosyncratic musical observations.

So, here goes. Let’s revisit some themes I posted about before, and take a look at some new ones to expect, smorgasbord style:

Charged Particles: Annihilation by Wilco. This is from the band’s most recent release, an EP from 2024 titled Hot Sun Cool Shroud. Trademark Wilco everything: clever lyric, hummable melody, arty guitars, and Jeff Tweedy‘s relaxed, friendly croon over the top.

Trumpets: Burial Ground by The Decemberists. Lead single off the 12ths last album, As It Ever Was, So Will It Be Again. The trumpet arrives around the 2:43 mark, and that’s exactly how Victor Nash played it at LA’s Bellwether when I saw them tour the LP last summer. And, yes, that is the Shins’ James Mercer guesting on background vocals.

Basslines: B-Movie by Elvis Costello & The Attractions. I get that folks don’t care a lot about bassists, but if you’re ever going to pay attention to what’s happening on the low end, this song is as good as it gets. It’s only 2 minutes long, and Bruce Thomas plays about 2,000 notes. And not one is out of place, and nothing in the line is predictable. From the spectacular Get Happy!! album, recorded 45 years ago this month.

Everyone’s Your Friend in NYC: Rockaway Beach by the Ramones. EYFINYC was a series of reminiscences about Gotham co-written with long-time contributor Echorich. We had a fun time collaborating but stopped for reasons I can’t even remember. But I found what was to be another instalment, a bit about specific NYC neighborhoods. Rockaway Beach is part of a long spit of land enclosing Jamaica Bay in southwest Queens county, not too far from the Ramones’ home base of Forest Hills. (Echorich grew up in Queens and I was born there.) There was a wooden boardwalk along the beach that lasted nearly 100 years, until it was unceremoniously destroyed by Hurricane Sandy in 2012. Now the boardwalk is concrete. Some of my earliest memories are of Far Rockaway, where my great-grandma lived. Dee Dee was reportedly the only beachgoer in the band and he wrote the song. I love the couplet “Chewin’ out a rhythm on my bubble gum–the sun is out and I want some.” A banger from 1977’s Rocket to Russia.

What Is That Thing? (weird Instruments): No Surprises by Radiohead. That’s a glockenspiel Jonny Greenwood‘s playing here. Thom Yorke wanted the song to sound like a lullaby, and had Pet Sounds and Louis Armstrong‘s ‘Wonderful World’ in mind when he wrote it. You can YouTube our boy studiously malleting the thing on the Jools Holland show circa 1997.

DIY: Alone+Easy Target by Foo Fighters. DIY songs are–you guessed it–songs where the musician recorded everything by themselves. I’m not the biggest Foo Fighters fan, despite my (and JC’s) drummer Randy being a major fan, but I’m impressed that Dave Grohl wrote all the songs on the self-titled debut album and played all the instruments. This one sounds more like Nirvana to me anyway, which is a good thing.

Wiseguys: Tidal Wave by Apples in Stereo. “Smart people do a lot of things well,” the beautiful Goldie once told me. Robert Schneider founded the Elephant 6 record label, a collective of great American indie bands. In addition to the Apples, whom Schneider fronted, E6 released records by the Minders, Olivia Tremor Control, and Neutral Milk Hotel, whose classic In The Aeroplane Over The Sea Schneider produced. He’s also got a Ph.D. in mathematics and is now an assistant professor specializing in number theory and combinatorics. I met Schneider after a gig many years ago and asked about a song in the set that I didn’t recognize. It was their version of the Beach Boys‘Heroes and Villains,‘ which, he said, “is the greatest song ever written…yet.”

Who’s That Girl?: Yesterday Girl by The Smithereens. When I was in college I made a compilation tape called ‘Who’s That Girl’ which was a bunch of songs that were all titled “[something] Girl.” I ended up making quite a few of those. When my music collection was computerized I continued putting the songs in a playlist. I thought about doing an ICA, but I didn’t know where to start, since I’ve got literally hundreds of songs to choose from. But this one was an easy call–a straight up power pop classic from the Jersey boys and a favorite of my (and JC’s) lead guitarist Dr. Rigberg. Third single from the band’s 1989 LP, 11.

Jane Says: Captain Easychord by Stereolab. My daughter’s musical knowledge is astonishing. She started a Spotify playlist of songs she thinks I’d like that she adds to periodically. Artists on it include Fundkadelic, Kevin Ayers, Sonic Youth, Les Baxter, Pinback, Hole, Yusef Lateef, MF Doom, Nina Simone, David Byrne, Harry Nilsson, Kings of Convenience, Trembling Blue Stars, plus hundreds of others I’d never heard of. The playlist is about 24 hours long now. How does she know about all this music? I was an early fan of Stereolab but forgot about them until Jane dropped this into the list. From the 2005 compilation LP Oscillons from the Anti-Sun.

He Said She Said: Sometimes Always by The Jesus and Mary Chain. I was wondering how many songs I could think of where male and female singers trade verses. Not duets, mind you, but a straight up back and forth. Other folks think about the Gaza genocide or the Nazification of the US–but I wonder about things like this. I came up with quite a few, actually, but I picked this one–with Mazzy Star frontwoman/LA native Hope Sandoval singing along with the Glaswegians–in honor of my friendship with the Villain.

*JC asked me why I changed my handle from JTFL (Jonny the Friendly Lawyer) to Fiktiv. Not sure why anyone would care, but the answer is simple: I’m not that friendly and I pretty much stopped practicing law. Man, I hate lawyers.

Please stay tuned for more Friday fun.

FIKTIV

JC adds……..

Delighted to have Jonny on board, and despite his protestations, he is indeed a friendly guy, as I can very much readily testify to after he and his amazing wife Goldie hosted myself and Rachel, for more than a week, at their wonderful home in Santa Monica.

And just in case anyone doesn’t understand the references to Randy and Dr Rigberg, they are members of the Dial-Ups, a rather wonderful covers band from Santa Monica who were kind enough to have me become a temporary member one night when I joined them on stage and played cowbell…while I was wearing a Raith Rovers football jersey. A genuinely unforgettable experience.

Jonny, like anyone who wants to offer up a guest posting on TVV, is free to say go anywhere he likes.  Strap yourselves in for what should be an epic ride.

 

A SECOND HOUR OF SIN

mp3: Various – A second hour of S.I.N.

As promised earlier today!

Port Sulphur (feat Vic Godard) – Fast Girls and Factory Cars
Buzzcocks – Love You More
Elvis Costello & The Attractions – Green Shirt
Violent Femmes – Gone Daddy Gone
Heavenly – Modestic
Kim Deal – Are You Mine?
Working Men’s Club – Widow
Follytechnic Music Library – Fined
Happy Mondays  – W.F.L (Vince Clarke mix)
McAlmont & Butler – Falling
The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart – Come Saturday (‘Searching For The Now’ version)
Sonic Youth – Kool Thing
The Futureheads – Decent Days and Nights (radio mix)
Urusei Yatsura – Super-Fi
The Motorcycle Boy – Big Rock Candy Mountain (velocity dance mix)
The Wedding Present – Nobody’s Twisting Your Arm

Truth be told, I forgot I’d already pulled together a monthly mix for October, and I couldn’t be arsed putting this on the shelf for another 31 days. You don’t need to listen, arms are never twisted round these parts.

JC

 

ONE HOUR OF SIN

mp3: Various – One Hour of S.I.N.

The Wedding Present – Corduroy (single version)
Half Man Half Biscuit – Jack’s Been To The National
The Spook School – Gone Home
The Monochrome Set – He’s Frank (Slight Return)
Beck – Devil’s Haircut
Dream Wife – Hey! Heartbreaker
Luke Haines & The Auteurs – Showgirl (orchestral version)
Butcher Boy – Profit In Your Poetry
The Luxembourg Signal – Take It Back
The Sisters of Mercy – This Corrosion
New Order – True Faith
Neutral Milk Hotel – King Of Carrot Flowers (Part 1)
The Delmonas – Comin’ Home Baby
Magazine – I Love You You Big Dummy (Peel Session)
Brian Bilston & The Catenary Wires – Might Not, Might Not Have
Scritti Politti – Lions After Slumber
The Raveonettes – Let’s Rave On

19 years in the business.  Let’s Rave On indeed. There’s more a wee bit later on today….

JC

 

SOUNDS FROM THE FLIGHTPATH ESTATE (VOLUME TWO)

Those of you who spend time immersed in the Bagging Area will know that Swiss Adam is part of a collective known as The Flightpath Estate, a Facebook group dedicated to the music, art and work of Andrew Weatherall.  It was established in 2013 and has become a virtual home to his fans, friends and family. It is also the host of the Weatherdrive – thousands of hours of recordings of Andrew Weatherall’s DJ sets, mixes and radio shows.

In recent years, the collective has been part of regular shows put on at The Golden Lion in Todmorden, a pub, music venue and community hub within the small town in West Yorkshire, close to its border with Lancashire.  Back in February 2024, the collective compiled a double LP – Songs From The Flightpath Estate –  which sold out its pressing of 1,000 copies within a few weeks, and in doing so raised more than £6000 for charities.

Volume Two, of which 1500 copies were pressed, came out at the end of last month.  Ten more tracks inspired and influenced by the spirit of Andrew Weatherall, again exclusively on vinyl.  It’s the sort of music that, more often than not, takes me out of my comfort zone….and yet, I am quite happy to suggest that this must be one of the best releases of 2025.

Even before the vinyl was put on to the turntable, I got a sense of excitement from reading Adam’s sleevenotes which provide the background to the process that has gone into compiling the record along with a description of each performer and each track.

The ten tracks take 68 minutes to listen to.  It opens up with the longest of them all, twelve-and-a-half minutes of what is a previously unreleased Sabres of Paradise track that had been stored on DAT after being worked up a few years back – 1993 to be precise.  Lick Wid Nit Wit (From The Flightpath Estate Mix) is an extraordinary recording/mix, amid-uptempo number dominated by a jazzy bassline and perfect percussion while being underpinned by an organ and synthetic strings.  It is hypnotic and captivating.

I was so blown away by the track, that I thought it would be a hard task to maintain the standard, but somehow, they just about do it, although Dicky Continental has a near impossible task to really hold a listener’s attention with Large Bongos, the second track on Side A, but being the most soulful of the ten cuts, it does fit in perfectly after the mind-blowing opener.

Side B of the record was particularly enjoyable, consisting of two contributions with a running time of more than sixteen minutes. The first is by Unit 14, whose identity is shrouded in mystery as he/she/they don’t want to be known. The track is called Rough Spirit and I can’t do any better than use Adam’s description of it being ‘speaker-rattling techno of the highest calibre’.  It blends magnificently into Richard Fearless‘ offering, which is called Haywire in tribute to a club that he and Weatherall used to play in London.  These two tracks were blasted out especially loud one wet afternoon last week in what was an empty house, with the downstairs folk both out at work.  I am a considerate neighbour if nothing else.

Side C is taken up in turn by Los Angeles-based David Harrow whose Aanndee was fascinating; just as I thought I was getting comfortable early on and thinking of which Hacienda type acts to associate it with, it totally shifted in mood and tempo. Not the sort of music I’d ever have associated with LA, but again, really engrossing. It is followed by Red Snapper with Oraqeb, one which has a something of a TV/film soundtrack feel to it; finally there is another true highlight – Estate Kings (Number Rework) by Factory Records legends, A Certain Ratio. This offers more than a reminder of what Barry Adamson does so well – ‘Manc Noir’ to borrow another of Adam’s phrases in the sleevenotes.

Side D initially is turned over to the unknown/underground act of Bedford Fall Players, whose tune changes tempo on more than one occasion and whose title In The Trees (It’s Coming) can be attributed to the sample lifted from a 1957 horror film Night Of The Demon which became really well-known after Kate Bush used it on Hounds of Love.  It’s the sort of tune that would not sound out of place on BBC 6 Music.  It is followed by Richard Norris whose Brave Raver will surely take listeners back, initially at least, to 1989 when New Order released the majestic tour de force, Technique.  This is the one track more than any other I’ve gone back to.

The album closes out with Sleaford Mods, an act I can take or leave….and I’ll be kind by saying I’m glad that Sick When We X, a cover of a Two Lone Swordsmen track,  was stuck away at the end of things as I can gently lift the needle from the vinyl after the last note of the previous track is struck.

Neverthless, Sleaford Mods not withstanding, this is a superb offering.  Maybe not the sort of music you most associate with this little corner of t’internet, but I hope you’ve enjoyed me sharing my thoughts. Congratulations to Adam and the rest of the Flightpath Estate posse. You boys done good.

 

 

JC

 

AN IMAGINARY COMPILATION ALBUM : #394 : BANDS NAMES AFTER GOOD SONGS

A guest posting by Jonny the Friendly Lawyer (aka fiktiv)

There are hundreds of bands named after songs, but not necessarily bands named after good songs. Following is an ICA of great songs that bands took their names from. Have a listen and reply if you think there’s a song/band that should have made the top 10.

Radio Head – Talking Heads

True Stories might be the worst Talking Heads album, but the film of the same name is worth a look. It doesn’t hold together that well, but it features the unfortunate Spaulding Gray and you get to see an extremely awkward David Byrne in a cowboy hat. I’ve heard that Big Country took their name from ‘The Big Country‘, a song on Talking Heads’ second LP, but I couldn’t find any corroborating evidence.

Seether – Veruca Salt

I don’t know a whole lot about South Africa’s Seether, other than they took their name from Veruca Salt‘s killer debut single. (Actually, VS’s ‘Seether’ should be considered for the cracking debut series.) Wiki tells me the Pretorian group got together 20+ years ago and are still at it, having released multiple platinum albums in the US. I like that Veruca Salt got their own name from the bratty rich girl in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

Baby Lemonade – Syd Barrett

I only learned from the readers of this venerable blog that there are two Baby Lemonades: a Scottish one and the boys from my adopted hometown of Santa Monica, California. Not too surprising as Syd Barrett was an iconic legend and loads of other bands have named themselves after his songs, notably Gigolo Aunts and Dolly Rockers.

Shakespeare’s Sister – The Smiths

Siobhan out of Bananarama named her band after the Mancunian foursome’s 1985 single. Another band named themselves after Pretty Girls Make Graves, from the Smiths‘ first album, but this is the better song.

Kooks – David Bowie

A charming tune from Hunky Dory about Dave and Angie’s baby son. I like the band Kooks okay, especially because they don’t sing in fake American accents. The UK folks will know that Simple Minds took their name from the lyrics of Bowie’s Jean Genie (and the Scottish folks will know that Cocteau Twins took their name from a song by Simple Minds predecessors Johnny & the Self-Abusers).*

Bad Brain – The Ramones

Bad Brains were the best hardcore band ever and they got their name from the best punk band ever. Second to last track on the classic Road to Ruin album.

Velocity Girl – Primal Scream

I love this 80-second gem from when Primal Scream were a jangly C86 band. For the life of me, I don’t know how they became so popular–Bobby Gillespie can’t sing and their songs are so derivative. They’re like the Glaswegian Tom Petty or something. The band Velocity Girl was a DC outfit that released three really listenable pop albums in the early 90’s. Try “Crazy Town” or “Sorry Again” if you’re not familiar.

Slowdive – Siouxsie & The Banshees

The unmistakable Miss Ballion, backed by the best line up of the Banshees. Damn, I wonder how much great music John McGeoch would have made in the last 20 years. Slowdive were perhaps unfairly labelled a shoegaze band, but they made a lot of pretty recordings over the years.

Spoon – Can

I like the band Spoon so much I wrote an ICA about them (#104), to mixed reviews. Can are also not for everyone, but when you’re in the mood there aren’t a lot of bands like them. And like Spoon, there’s a Can song for everyone. This is from 1972’s Ege Bamyasi, which, of course, the German band with a Japanese singer named after a Turkish vegetable.

Ladytron – Roxy Music

Also from way back in ’72, featuring maybe the best use of oboe in a rock song until Julian Cope got a hold of one. Early Roxy was exciting and different and experimental and showy. The Liverpool outfit named after this song from the eponymous debut are…showy.

 

Jonny

* JC ADDS………

I had long forgotten that Cocteau Twins took their name from a new wave song by the predecessors of Simple Minds.  I recall dismissing the tale as an urban myth when I was first told it, and I can’t recall actually mentioning it on the blog when I’ve written about either band before.  The song was never actually recorded, but t’internet being what it is, I’ve managed to get my grubby paws on a version.

mp3: Johnny and The Self-Abusers – Cocteau Twins

Later re-worked as No Cure and included on the 1979 album, Life In A Day

 

 

ONE HOUR OF ‘IN TAPE’

A guest posting by Leon MacDuff

As much as I love doing the monthly mixes (and there were actually a couple lined up for today that will be held over), I really enjoy when another member of the TVV community comes up with something.  A huge thanks, therefore, to our good friend Leon MacDuff who continues his stellar guest contributions with a mix featuring songs that were released on In Tape Records.

Here’s Leon to explain a bit more:-

“I can’t claim any great purpose with this one, I just fancied doing a mix and decided to focus on a particular label, so here it is. The label I alighted on was In Tape, the Manchester-based indie originally created by Marc Riley and his manager as an outlet for his work with The Creepers, which went on to clock up around 70 releases between 1983 and 1990.

It’s odd how little attention this label gets – we have all heard of it, but it doesn’t feel like it has the cult following you might expect. There’s no fan site, no Facebook group, not even a Wikipedia article. But since it had a roster of acts I already know and like, such as Yeah Yeah Noh, Rote Kapelle, Asphalt Ribbons and Frank Sidebottom (though I’m well aware that Frank is one of those acts you either “get” or you don’t), I made it my mission to listen to every scrap of In Tape material I could find, and while some of it truly is quite scrappy, overall it’s a decently solid catalogue – so here’s an hour of it, with dodgy transitions courtesy of yours truly (though from Life With Patrick into Eva is a pretty good one, even if I say so myself).”

mp3: Various – One Hour of ‘In Tape’

Robert Lloyd & The New Four Seasons – Something Nice
Whipcrackaway – The Horse’s Tale
The Membranes – Everything’s Brilliant
Terry & Gerry – Pizza Pie & Junk
The Weeds – China Doll
Heart Throbs – Toy
Zor Gabor – Vigilante
Yeah Yeah Noh – Starling Pillowcase, And Why
Stitched-Back Foot Airman – Invented By Robots
Marc Riley & The Creepers – Polystiffs (live in Amsterdam)
Asphalt Ribbons – Over Again
Rote Kapelle – San Francisco Again
Life With Patrick – Something From Nothing
Eva – Unquenchable (the untouchable mix)
June Brides – Just The Same
The Waterfoot Dandy – 14 Days
Frank Sidebottom – I Am The Champion

Leon

AN IMAGINARY COMPILATION ALBUM : #392 : FRANCOIS KEVORKIAN

A guest posting by Martin Elliot (Our Swedish Correspondent)

Hi Jim,

I hope all is well at the Villain Towers!

When I today read your piece on the Francois K remix of This Charming Man an idea for an ICA flashed by since I’ve have this affection for him remixing European indie/alternative artists. Over the years, I have collected (quite) a few 12″ singles with such FK remixes. A quick look through my music library ended up with 20+ different songs remixed by Francois, not counting several versions (normally at least one dub version too) of the same track or the remixes of (mostly) black American disco/funk tracks.

Looking up the Wiki page over Francois reveals a French-born drummer who moved to New York in 1975, lack of success as a drummer moved him into DJing (I’m grateful for all the better drummers out there forcing this move to happen!) where he started fiddling with tape editing. Creating some buzz with his edits he was recruited to Prelude Records (a great dance music label by the way) where he did several successful remixes for US disco/funk artists.

For some reason unknown to me, he quickly became the go-to remixer for European artists wanting a club remix of their songs primarily for the US market, making remixes for just about everyone between The Cure and Kraftwerk. Some of the tracks included here were only released on the US version of the 12″, where the UK/European 12″ had a different remix. I omitted The Smiths as JC recently had it here on the blog, I also omitted Situation by Yazoo as I guess there are few living not aware of it.

Since it is a bit of a mixed bag of goodies it’s been a challenge to get a good album flow, but I hope you can enjoy this ICA as a showcase for a great remixer more than a consistent album.

Francois Kevorkian – The Indie 12 inch Dance Remix ICA

A1 Lloyd Cole & The Commotions – My Bag (US 12″ dancing remix)
A2 Echo & The Bunnymen – Lips Like Sugar (US 12″)
A3 Associates – Heart Of Glass (temperament mix)
A4 The Cure – Hot Hot Hot !!! (12″)
A5 Scritti Politti – Perfect Way (12″)

B1 Set The Tone – Dance Sucker (12″)
B2 The The – Gravitate To Me (dance mix)
B3 Yello – Call It Love (US 12″)
B4 Depeche Mode – Personal Jesus (holier than thou approach 12″)
B5 Kraftwerk – Radioactivity (1991 12″ remix)

Dance on!

Martin

 

LIFE IS TIMELESS, DAYS ARE LONG

One of my best mates turns 60 tomorrow.  He occasionally hangs around this little corner of t’internet where he goes by the name of Jacques the Kipper.  He isn’t one for having big celebrations… there was nowt for him turning 30, 40 or 50….he may have had an 18th or 21st, but as I didn’t get to know him until 1989, so I can’t say one way or the other, but I’ve a fair idea he had quiet ones.

I’ve decided, if you don’t mind, to have this month’s mix made up of songs that he is rather fond or perhaps are related to some of the shenanigans we’ve got up to over the years..  And as he likes to holiday in a certain European country and its various islands…….Feliz aniversário!

mp3: Various – Life Is Timeless, Days Are Long

Intro (8 seconds)
Buzzcocks – Sixteen Again
The Wedding Present – Shatner
Half Man Half Biscuit – Mr Cave’s A Window Cleaner Now
M.I.A. – Paper Planes
Prince – Raspberry Beret
Public Enemy – Fight The Power
Amy Winehouse – Back To Black
The Pixies – Debaser
Paul Quinn & The Independent Group – Stupid Thing
Edwyn Collins – Keep On Burning
Dum Dum Girls – There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
Mcsleazy – Don’t Call Me Blur
Pet Shop Boys – Domino Dancing
Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine – Bloodsport For All
Jay Z ft Alicia Keys – Empire State of Mind
The Jam – When You’re Young

JC

HEY CHAT GPT…..(no please, don’t run away!!!)

It was last Friday night.

I couldn’t be bothered watching the BBC coverage of Glastonbury.  Down at the bottom of the road, in a nearby park, Simple Minds were trying their best to play the loudest ever outdoor gig in Glasgow.  I sat down at the laptop, fired up the appropriate programme and got on with the task of coming up with the latest hour-long mix for the blog.

Job done.  I gave it a listen.  Was happy with the outcome.

But, try as I might, I couldn’t come up with a killer title after what had been a long day  – it was now just after 11pm and the folk at the gig were now getting into their cars, slamming the doors shut and starting their engines.  Sleep would still be a while away.

I went to Chat GPT (I know….I know!!!).

I typed in ‘What name should I give to a music mix with the following songs?’ and listed all 18 tunes.

This is what came back:-

Awesome mix! It’s got a great range of styles—funky, indie, alternative, and some classic bangers. Here are a few name ideas that might capture the vibe:

1. “Eclectic Frenzy” – Reflects the mix of genres and the energetic feel of the playlist.
2. “Tales From The Underground” – For a collection that has both depth and some edge.
3. “Sonic Mischief” – A nod to the “fun lovin'” vibe with a bit of rebellious energy.
4. “Waves & Whispers” – Mixing the laid-back sounds of some tracks with the intensity of others.
5. “Criminally Good” – A playful take on the Fun Lovin’ Criminals, with a nod to the rock and indie influences.
6. “Twisted Melodies” – For the mix of unexpected twists in sound and style.
7. “Offbeat Anthems” – Reflecting both the alt and indie influence, with some quirky throwbacks.
8. “Shadows & Lights” – Inspired by the contrast of dark and light themes in the mix, from moody to uplifting.
9. “Fuzzy Frequencies” – Captures the overall raw, fuzzy vibe some tracks bring.
10. “Rolling Through the Spectrum” – A playful nod to the wide range of styles and moods in the tracklist.

Pretty pish, eh?

I slept on it.  And had a lightbulb moment, of sorts, in the morning. Thank you MES.

mp3: Various – Desperate For Entertainment

Beastie Boys – The Blue Nun
Fun Lovin’ Criminals – The Fun Lovin’ Criminal
Super Furry Animals – Golden Retriever
Robert Forster – I Don’t Do Drugs I Do Time
The Fall – A Lot Of Wind (Peel Session)
Radiohead – Paranoid Android
All Saints – Pure Shores
Hifi Sean ft. Crystal Waters – Testify
Working Men’s Club – Widow
Buzzcocks – Ever Fallen In Love?
The Popguns – Waiting For The Winter
R.E.M. – Star 69
Maximo Park – Apply Some Pressure
Fontaines D.C. – Big
The Flatmates – I Could Be In Heaven
Close Lobsters – Skyscrapers of St Mirin
Yeah Yeah Yeahs – Heads Will Roll
The Duckworth Lewis Method – Rain Stops Play

Enjoy!!!!!!!

JC

THE OLD SCHOOL BY THE NEW WAVE : ICA #390

A guest ICA by Fraser Pettigrew (aka our New Zealand correspondent)

If there was a dominating manifesto principle for British punk, then it is perhaps best summed up by the phrase ‘do it yourself’. Knocking up your own fashions from ripped t-shirts and bin-bags, decorated with marker pen and safety-pin jewellery, or writing and photocopying your own fanzines were two characteristics of the moment. Starting your own record label and ultimately your own band, regardless of whether you could actually play an instrument, also had a defining impact on the early history of the genre.

The creative emphasis was very much against appearing derivative in any way, either visually or musically, even though there was, of course, an immense amount of copy-cat styling in both clothing, hairstyles and sound. Influences could be flaunted, but the end product earned its cred from not leaning too heavily on the invention of someone else, least of all the old-wave musical establishment of the time.

Cover versions are therefore understandably rare in the canon of early punk and new wave releases from 1977 and 1978. Writing your own stuff was self-evidently more original than plundering the past you wanted to break with. The covers that did make it onto the official releases of new wave bands at this time come from an interestingly diverse list of artists and reveal a range of different approaches that kind of sum up all the main reasons why any band chooses a particular song to cover. All, that is, barring the most obvious reason, as we’ll see.

Homage is a good place to start. For the punk artist there was a fairly short list of formative influences that could be publicly praised, amongst whom were the kings of the Detroit garage scene, MC5 and The Stooges. The songs were suffused with nihilism, teenage boredom and drug abuse, and housed in rudimentary rock riffs that even the most musically incompetent guitarist could just about master. Not that Brian James of The Damned was musically incompetent, but I Feel Alright from The Stooges’ second album Fun House (titled 1970 in the original), was the perfect accompaniment to the nihilism, teenage boredom and punchy riffs of the other eleven self-penned tracks on Damned Damned Damned.

For The Clash, it was the rude boys of Jamaican music that deserved acknowledgement, and the choice of Junior Murvin’s Police and Thieves on their first album was a pointedly political one. Despite the contrast in style and tempo, the song sits proudly alongside the band’s own rugged compositions, drawing a seamless comparison between authoritarian policing in Kingston and the vindictive racism of the Met in Brixton and Notting Hill.

From the beginning Paul Weller wore his influences on his sleeve, quite literally in the form of The Jam’s three-button mohair suits. The Jam’s recorded catalogue, as well as Weller’s solo output, is peppered with homages to various heroes, and includes several of the r’n’b standards beloved by the original mid-60s Mods. Amongst these was Slow Down, a hit for Larry Williams in the late 50s, later described as a proto-punk adrenalin-fuelled raver and a perfect fit on side one of In The City.

I might have been describing Mark Perry in my opening paragraph above, as the creator of the Sniffin’ Glue punk fanzine and then founder of the band Alternative TV. ATV chose to pay tribute to Frank Zappa with their cover of Why Don’t You Do Me Right? by The Mothers of Invention. Zappa was one of very few artists associated with the hippy era who could be safely revered in 1978, largely because he was perceived to be weird as f and didn’t give a shit about commercial success. In fact, this song is amongst the most accessible things he ever did and makes for a great anti-romantic rant on The Image Has Cracked.

I’m not entirely sure whether The Stranglers’ version of Walk On By is a homage or not. There’s nothing much else in the band’s early repertoire that suggests they were big Burt Bacharach fans, nor would Bacharach be high on the list of punk-friendly composers. But the recording that appeared on a free white vinyl single with the first 75,000 copies of their third album Black and White is about as respectful a rendition as you could imagine from such disreputable oafs.

At any rate, it certainly doesn’t come across as parody, a category that comfortably embraces The Lurkers’ attempt to take the piss out of The Beach Boys.

Then I Kicked Her is a typically boorish transmogrification of Then I Kissed Her, a clean-cut tale of Californian sun and snogging, reduced to a coarse and ugly encounter in a Fulham backstreet by the simple substitution of a single consonant. Nobody thought The Beach Boys were still admirable in 1978, so The Lurkers probably thought they could get away with it, but they didn’t take the judgement of posterity into account.

The notion of covering a Fleetwood Mac song in 1978 without similar corruption might seem inconceivable. Part of the British blues revival alongside the likes of The Yardbirds, Rolling Stones, Them and The Animals, Fleetwood Mac had recently reinvented themselves as a soft-rock supergroup and their adult-oriented album Rumours had become a massive hit, polluting (to our ears) the turntables of every household in the land. Edinburgh punk band The Rezillos didn’t let this stop them exhuming an obscure 1969 b-side on their debut album, but then Somebody’s Gonna Get Their Head Kicked In Tonite had a certain ring to it, illustrating how a cover might have an unlikely source but carry the right sentiment for a punk band.

Another example of this is the Sex Pistols’ version of (I’m Not Your) Steppin’ Stone, best known as a b-side hit for those confected pseudo-Beatles, The Monkees. I’m breaking my own rules here because the Pistols’ version wasn’t released until 1980, long after the event, but it was a staple of their live sets and was recorded in October of 1976 during their first studio sessions for A&M. There’s no irony in their rendition – despite The Monkees’ squeaky-clean comedy personality, the song’s sneering put-down of a wannabe celebrity social climber might have been written for John Lydon.

For someone who is so evidently the sum of multitudinous influences, Elvis Costello didn’t actually release a cover version until My Funny Valentine on the b-side of Oliver’s Army in February 1979. That is, if you don’t count the live version of The Damned’s Neat Neat Neat issued on a free single with This Year’s Model in early 1978. Costello and the Damned were briefly label-mates and the recording comes from a Live Stiffs tour, though The Damned didn’t feature. The flip side of the free single was the Costello composition Stranger in the House, whose country and western arrangement was so alien and provocative to new wave fans that it seems like a cover of an entire genre. A curiosity disc indeed.

Another example of new wave playing it safe by covering one of their own is Penetration’s version of Nostalgia, a Pete Shelley tune that glowed on their Moving Targets debut (luminously!) almost in the same week that it appeared under the Buzzcocks name on their second album Love Bites.

The final category of cover version is what I’d call deconstruction. This is where a song is lifted from an ‘uncool’ artist and made appealing to new wave taste by a radical restyling. It’s neither parody nor homage, but might seem like either depending on your point of view. To be fair, Helter Skelter was an atypical Beatles song, heavy and discordant and so it wasn’t that much of a stretch for Siouxsie and the Banshees to refashion it on The Scream. The song’s infamous association with Charles Manson’s deranged killing spree also helps to distance it from Beatlemania and the cross-generational adoration of the Fab Four.

All Along The Watchtower by XTC is sort of a cover of a cover. As Mr Tambourine Man was for The Byrds, Dylan’s song is far better known in Jimi Hendrix’s version than his own. Either way, these were not favourable associations for a new wave artist in January 1978, and the only way to carry this off was to smash it to bits. XTC took a sacred cow and led it straight into the slaughterhouse, the lyrics unintelligible in Andy Partridge’s contorted staccato yelp and the melody almost imperceptible in the eerie dub-funk arrangement. My brother, a faithful devotee of the old school, found the sacrilege unbearable and was almost moved to violence by it. And yet the end effect captures the song’s bleak and unsettling sense of malaise perfectly, a faithful interpretation in shattered form.

What none of these cover versions did was make money – the oldest and most obvious reason for singing someone else’s already successful song. It wasn’t until Sid Vicious staggered down a glittering staircase in an ill-fitting tuxedo, drunkenly slurring My Way, the cover of all covers, that punk, such as it was by then, finally sought to shift units by singing a song that everyone loved and everyone else had already sung. It was the capstone on Malcolm Maclaren’s edifice of the Great Rock and Roll Swindle. Leonard Cohen, that famous old punk, said he never liked the song except when Sid Vicious sang it. It made number 7 in the singles chart in July 1978.

The Damned – I Feel Alright (The Stooges)
The Clash – Police and Thieves (Junior Murvin)
The Jam – Slow Down (Larry Williams)
Alternative TV – Why Don’t You Do Me Right? (Frank Zappa)
The Stranglers – Walk On By (Burt Bacharach)
The Lurkers – Then I Kicked Her (The Beach Boys)

The Rezillos – Somebody’s Gonna Get Their Head Kicked In Tonite (Fleetwood Mac)
The Sex Pistols – (I’m not your) Steppin’ Stone (The Monkees)
Elvis Costello – Neat Neat Neat (The Damned)
Penetration – Nostalgia (Buzzcocks)
Siouxsie and the Banshees – Helter Skelter (The Beatles)
XTC – All Along the Watchtower (Bob Dylan)

Fraser

60 MINS FROM SCARED TO GET HAPPY

Released in June 2013, Scared To Get Happy (A Story Of Indie Pop 1980-1989) claimed to be the first box set ever to document the explosion of Indie Pop in Britain across the 1980s. Compiled in loosely chronological fashion, the five CDs charted Indie Pop’s development from the post punk era and the dominance of Scottish bands through to its genre-defining C86 period and onto the end of the decade, with the arrival of Madchester and the shoegazing sound. Inspired by the Nuggets compilations, the box set boasts 134 tracks span the Eighties, drawn from all the key labels of the period – Creation, Factory, Cherry Red, Rough Trade, Sarah, Subway Organisation, Zoo, Kitchenware, Pink, Chapter 22, In Tape, Medium Cool, Lazy, Dreamworld, 53rd & 3rd, Ron Johnson, el, Vindaloo, Red Rhino, Food, etc.

Here’s 60 minutes of highlights.

mp3: Various – 60 mins from Scared To Get Happy

The Loft – Up The Hill and Down The Slope
Art Objects – Showing Off To Impress The Girls
The June Brides – Every Conversation
The Shop Assistants – All Day Long
Girls At Our Best – Getting Nowhere Fast
The Dentists – She Dazzled Me With Basil
The Jazz Butcher – Southern Mark Smith
The Corn Dollies – Be Small Again
Marine Girls – Don’t Come Back
The Brilliant Corners – Delilah Sands
Prefab Sprout – Lions In My Own Garden (Exit Someone)
Friends Again – Honey At The Core
Josef K – The Missionary
The Servants – Loggerheads
The Charlottes – Are You Happy Now?
The Wild Swans – Revolutionary Spirit
The Siddeleys – My Favourite Wet Wednesday Afternoon
The Chesterf!elds – Completely and Utterly
The Monochrome Set – The Jet Set Junta (remix)
The House of Love – Shine On
James – Hymn From A Village

There may be a second volume of this sort of nonsense later in the year

JC

 

MAYDAZE

It’s a fact that we all need a little bit of sunshine in our lives.  But don’t forget that even the sunniest of times can end in haze or a storm.

mp3: Various – Maydaze

Billy Bragg – A13 Trunk Road To The Sea (Peel Session)
The Libertines – Time For Heroes
Graham Coxon – Freakin’ Out
Soft Cell – Where The Heart Is
Iggy Pop – Lust For Life
Hinds – Just Like Kids (Miau)
The Style Council – Long Hot Summer (extended version)
Edwyn Collins – Knowledge
Interpol – Slow Hands
Dry Cleaning – New Long Leg
The Primitives – Crash
The National – Apartment Story
Kendrick Lamar – Not Like Us
Franz Ferdinand – Darts Of Pleasure
Violent Femmes – Prove My Love
Port Sulphur feat. James Kirk – Orient Express
Paul Quinn – Ain’t That Always The Way

JC

AN IMAGINARY COMPILATION ALBUM : #387: DUSSELDORF

A guest posting by Dirk

Dear friends,

Yes, I know – it’s a bit like one of those old jokes, you know: „three guys walk into a bar …“, but here it is, for once, not a priest, a Rabbi and an Imam – it’s a drummer and two guitarists, in fact.

The bar is the Ratinger Hof, Ratinger Strasse 10 in Düsseldorf. We are talking very early 70’s here when the Ratinger Hof still was a cosy pub, you see – with a starry sky painted onto the ceiling, little carpets on the desks, a jukebox – and mainly Hippie students and local wannabe artists went there. Not a place you’d like to be in today, I assume, but this venue’s importance cannot be highlighted enough. Why? Well, two of the guests, above drummer and above guitarist # 1 in fact, one fine day came to the conclusion to co-found a band: you might have heard from them perhaps, Kraftwerk. And this is where it all starts, at least the first part of of our journey does:

Kraftwerk – ‘Kometenmelodie 2’ (’74)

Of course all of you know Kraftwerk and their importance for modern music, there isn’t pretty much I can add to that. By all accounts the two ‘main’ members, Hütter and Schneider, were not the easiest chaps to work with, so after a short while Rother and Dinger left and formed Neu!. Now, like Kraftwerk, Neu! are regularly being cited when it comes to innovation within German music of the time, Krautrock, Kosmische – you name it. Dinger invented the ‘motorik’ beat, which quickly became a trademark for the music of the time:

Neu – ‘Für Immer’ (’73)

Neu! split in 1975 and Dinger formed La Düsseldorf – again this was a band which is always being mentioned as having been highly influential for many artists, even today.

Now, back to our cosy pub and fast forward a few years, to 1976. The ‘Hof’, as it’s by now being referred to, has new owners, Ingrid Kohlhöfer and Carmen Knoebel, wife of Imi Knoebel, a minimalistic painter and sculptor. Imi remodelled the cosy pub radically, all walls were white and there were neon lights all over – the change was too much for the old Rockers and the Hippies, so they stayed away – but the Hof quickly attracted other guests, their musical tastes were a bit different though. One thing led to another and fairly soon local punk bands were given the opportunity by Carmen Knoebel to rehearse in the Hof’s beer cellar at daytime, whereas in the evenings bands like 999, Wire, XTC, Pere Ubu and Dexys Midnight Runners would perform there, plus by and large all of the local punk bands.

You see, people always talk about the famous Sex Pistols gig in the Lesser Free Trade Hall in 1976: basically everybody who was there formed a band, it’s always said. It’s questionable whether this is true or not, but as for the Ratinger Hof, 1971’s Dinger/Rother-history repeated itself in 1977 in the form of Franz Bielmeyer, aka Mary Lou Monroe – our second guitarist mentioned in the beginning. And this is where the second part of the journey begins:

Bielmeyer founded Charley’s Girls (and I always thought this was a clever take on Charles Manson‘s female killer gang, but in fact it’s just connected to a Lou Reed tune, I mean: how boring is this?). Anyway, as my little diagram above shows, it’s fair to say that hadn’t Franz Bielmeyer started Charley’s Girls, Düsseldorf’s – and Germany’s – music scene would have turned out to be much poorer indeed! Let’s prove this, shall we?

Probably Bielmeyer’s masterpiece was to recruit the mighty Peter Hein, aka Janie J. Jones, who quickly changed from bass to vocals. Two or three of Charley’s Girls’ recordings exist, but of poor sound quality, so let’s proceed with what became of Charley’s Girls one year later, Mittagspause:

Mittagspause – ‘Herrenreiter’ (’79)

Peter Hein is no Pavarotti, I think we can agree on this. But then again, nor is Billy Bragg. And even if you don’t understand a single word of Hein’s lyrics, believe me: he is one of the great German wordsmiths. So you better get used to his singing, because after Mittagspause he invented Fehlfarben, who issued their debut album in 1980, ‘Monarchie und Alltag’. You may believe I am exaggerating again, but this record changed everything over here! I don’t think there is anyone who would not regard it as t.h.e. influential German album. Eleven songs, and not a bad one on it, for sure. Consequently I could have chosen any of them, but I went for this:

Fehlfarben – ‘Ein Jahr (Es Geht Voran)’ (’80)

I’m willing to have small bet that both Walter and [sk] are right now shaking their heads in disbelief as on why I picked exactly this song. The thing is, you see, their record company took it and released it as a single in 1982, unbeknownst to the band, in order to jump onto the Neue Deutsche Welle-train, where almost everything sung in German apart from Schlager was labelled young, stylish and cool, regardless of the songs’ intentions. Also it became a hymn for German squatters, something Hein always strongly objected to, because what he wanted to express in the song was the mood in Germany in the late 70’s: terrorism, recession, cold war. Even today this song is constantly being played on daytime radio and therefore there is a chance that even some of you non-German readers may have heard it somewhere. If not, give it a go, if you want to do yourself a favour!

Let’s continue with Peter Hein, after Fehlfarben came, in ’81, Family 5, equally brilliant, surely because of the genius that was Xao Seffcheque on guitar. Their first proper album did not come before ’85 though, ‘Resistance’. Some described it as „the better ‘Monarchie und Alltag’“ at the time, I’m not quite sure about this though …

Family 5 – ‘Du Wärst So Gern Dabei’

So, finally enough of Peter Hein’s remarkable voice for you – although he returned to Fehlfarben in 1991 and they are still going strong: in fact they are playing a venue near my village next Saturday, but a) I’m already attending another gig in Aachen and b) nearly € 40,- is a bit steep, I thought.

Right, back to Mittagspause then. They wouldn’t have been complete without Thomas Schwebel on guitar, he left S.Y.P.H. for Mittagspause and, in fact, Fehlfarben, and for Kurt Dahlke, who left Mittagspause for S.Y.P.H.

As complicated as all of this might possibly be, again we are talking about a band which was highly praised in and around Düsseldorf: S.Y.P.H. Their early 80s punk stuff made them well known in the region, but I always thought this from a few years later was their absolute highlight:

S.Y.P.H. – ‘Der Letzte Held’ (’85)

And with Dahlke (aka Pyrolator) we have the next important figure within the Düsseldorf scene, because before S.Y.P.H. he was a founding member of DAF, or, if you’d rather, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft … the name might ring a bell … the grandfathers of Techno, anyone? ‘Der Mussolini’? Ah, just listen to them, you youngsters, but make sure to turn it up good and loud:

Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft – ‘Verschwende Deine Jugend’ (’81)

I’m sure you have already looked it up above, the road from DAF leads us to the next awesome Düsseldorf combo, and our driver is DAF’s keyboarder, Chrislo Haas. He and Beate Bartel (out of Mania D) became Liaisons Dangereuses, you’ll surely can sing along to their outstandingly brilliant ‘Los Ninos Del Parque’. And because you already know it by heart, I’ll have something else from them now, not too shabby either, I would have thought:

Liaisons Dangereuses – ‘Etre Assis Ou Danser’ (’81)

If you are still reading this nonsense, we might as well return to S.Y.P.H. briefly, because they had a guy on the synthezisers called Ralf Dörper – who found, after joining Die Krupps (with Xao Seffcheque) fame and fortune by founding Propaganda – you’ll remember Susanne Freytag and Claudia Brücken, if you remember nothing else:

Propaganda – ‘Jewel (Cut Rough)’ (’85)

If you haven’t fallen asleep by now, you may or may not remember that you learnt about Charley’s Girls an hour so ago. Charley’s Girls’ bassist was Peter Stiefermann and in 1978 he gave a party, among the guests were Thomas Peters (aka Tommi Stumpff) and Klaus-Peter ‘Trini’ Trimpop. The two of them founded KFC, another punk band of quite some importance. KFC carried on for quite some time, in 1979 they recruited the 16-year-old bassist Ferdinand Mackenthum (aka Käpt’n Nuss) – who later went to play for Family 5!

So, Käpt’n Nuss joined the band- and Trini Trimpop left it. What did become of him, you are asking? Well, he became the drummer for Die Toten Hosen, and later their manager – which a) probably made him a multi-millionaire and b) finally, you’ll be relieved to hear, closes a long and probably very boring circle!

I have on various occasions expressed my disinclination for Die Toten Hosen, or rather what became of them. But to be fair, their very first records were really good, especially this one, their second single:

Die Toten Hosen – ‘Reisefieber’ (’82)

Let’s return to where we came from, to the Ratinger Hof: in the spring of 1981 a big German magazine, the Stern, had an article about the venue in which it was advertised as ‘a secret spot for all things punk’, this happened at about the same time when the aforementioned Neue Deutsche Welle began to mutate into a huge Tsunami – which very quickly flushed everything away in an immense vortex: you could no longer tell which band was still good (as in: true to their roots) and which one was crap.

Now, I assume you can imagine what happened then: the Hof was soon flooded with tourists who wanted to see those oh so dangerous punks and listen to some of their strange music. Of course it all went downhill from then on and the Hof closed a few years later …

So, that’s Düsseldorf for you, friends – a city to listen to, for sure … but not necessarily one to visit, if you ask me: some say that the best thing in Düsseldorf is the motorway to Aachen.

Well, I cannot disagree …

Enjoy,

 

Dirk

ANOTHER VOLUME OF UNRECONSTRUCTURED RUBBISH

First midweek day in April.   What else could I do?*

mp3: Various – Another Volume of Unreconstructed Rubbish

The Jesus and Mary Chain – April Skies
Lloyd Cole – Fool You Are
Pet Shop Boys – I Started A Joke
Everything But The Girl – Laugh You Out The House
The Smiths – The Headmaster Ritual
The Bug Club – Pop Single
Felt – Penelope Tree
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – We Call Upon The Author
Siouxsie and The Banshees – Metal Postcard
Massive Attack – Blue Lines
The Prodigy – Firestarter
The Big Moon – Trouble
Soulwax – NY Excuse
Billy Reeves – Never Cross
The Frank and Walters – Fashion Crisis Hits New York
Say Sue Me – B Lover
The Clash – 1977

* I did think about re-posting this previous offering from the date of 1 April in which a bit of fun was had.  I try not to take things too seriously too often on the blog.

JC

 

LOST IN CRYSTAL CANYONS

A guest posting by Fraser Pettigrew (aka our New Zealand correspondent)

I know it’s hard to believe, but my musical life has not always been filled with ineffably cool and mould-breaking alternative rock and avant-garde sounds of impeccable obscurity, as it is now. I consider myself a child of punk rock, but I can’t say I was there at its birth, nor even that I embraced it in its infancy. There was a time before punk, and I was there, listening to other stuff. I warn you, some of what follows may shock you…

In the early 1970s I was a typical pre-teen pop fan, captivated by the glam stars on Top of the Pops, especially the rock-weighted hits of T-Rex, Slade, Sweet, Suzi Quatro, David Bowie and Gary Glitter. Particular singles lodge in my memory from that era: Gudbuy T’Jane, Wigwam Bam, Blockbuster, Solid Gold Easy Action, Children of the Revolution, Starman, The Jean Genie, Rebel Rebel, Can the Can, 48 Crash, Leader of the Gang, Rock’n’Roll part 1.

(JC interjects………anyone born in the UK in 1963 will have a similar story……I know I have!)

So far, so cool. Most of that music was still loved by the kids that started sticking safety pins through their ears a few years later. But the glitter faded in the middle of the decade as pop fashions changed or inspiration wore thin, and I was changing too. By the end of 1976 I was 13 and had already begun listening to more mature sounds on account of my older brother’s developing taste. This is where it gets ugly.

My brother’s record collection was a roll-call of prog-rock’s finest: Genesis, Yes, Pink Floyd. Also, God help us, Emerson, Lake and Palmer. Obviously singles were no longer the thing, and my borrowed playlist was now a run-down of the early-70s album charts, strangely still contemporary with the glam era but stylistically a million miles away from it: Trespass, Foxtrot, Selling England by the Pound, Fragile, Dark Side of the Moon, Wish You Were Here

(JC again interjects…..at which point I’m delighted by the fact I was the oldest child in the family!!!)

There were brighter moments. Rolled Gold, Abbey Road and Let It Be got consistent exposure, and a smattering of Sensational Alex Harvey Band lightened the prog landscape, if lightened is quite the word for Harvey’s gritty and somewhat misanthropic world-view. The song Anthem from The Impossible Dream album is an enduring echo from that time, evoking strong recollections of the young adult science fantasy ‘Sword of the Spirits’ novels by John Christopher that I was reading at the time.

But I was deeply embedded in the prog albums. I played them often enough to fairly say that I knew them inside-out. Meticulously hand-drawn reproductions of artist Roger Dean’s stylised Yes logo were a favourite adornment for school jotters. Admiration for Genesis caught up with the current moment with Trick of the Tail and Wind and Wuthering. My brother bought Pink Floyd’s Animals. My own record collection started, not with prog, but with Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band and The White Album.

And then something happened. 1977 happened, to be precise. I was not, as you have probably sensed, keenly aware of what was going on in the music scene at that time. Despite the growing media panic, the first I heard of punk rock was on a school trip in May ’77. Although punk history goes back well into 1976 it wasn’t until the following year that it made a serious impact on the mainstream. If you were into punk in 1976 you must have been part of the Bromley Contingent, or you’re suffering from false memory syndrome.

A couple of punk bands appeared on Top of the Pops soon after I became aware that punk was a thing. The Boomtown Rats were Looking After No. 1 and Mary of the 4th Form brazenly appealed to our stirring hormones. I remember The Jam playing All Around The World and The Stranglers declared there were No More Heroes. The notorious Sex Pistols and the pure of principle Clash never appeared, of course, but I came to know who they were, and they all stood, or rather slouched in marked contrast to the saccharine disco pish that filled up the rest of the weekly show.

At school, one of our music teachers periodically offered us the chance to play some of our own favourite records in the class. My mate Drew brought in Rattus Norvegicus and invited the teacher to play the first track. “Some day I’m going to smack your face!” barked Hugh Cornwell. “Beeeeeeat you honey till you drop!” Miss Cavaye tried not to look disapproving and may have made some courteous observations on Dave Greenfield’s arpeggiated keyboard figures. Another girl in the class followed up with a track by Rush. We probably didn’t try to disguise our disapproval, and would have made disparaging remarks about arpeggiated guitar figures if we had the faintest idea what it meant.

The next time The Jam appeared on Top of the Pops I was fully invested, and deployed three pounds of accumulated pocket money to buy This Is The Modern World. It didn’t matter to me that it was neither then nor now considered to be a very good album; to me, it was the first step into a new world and the first manifestation of a personal metamorphosis.

I was still listening to The Beatles, but I was susceptible to the influence of my friends from whom it had become clear that music with long hair and flared trousers was no longer tolerable. I think the adrenalin energy of punk was gradually rendering the elongated indulgence of prog incompatible for me in any case, but I would have to be honest and admit that I didn’t reject my old favourites entirely of my own accord. I sought peer approval, as you tend to when you’re 13, but the explosive change of 1977 made it easy to switch.

It’s fair to say that all of us will have gone through changes in our musical taste as we moved from childhood into adulthood, growing out of the music that appealed to us in youth faster than our clothes got too small for us. The coincidence of that growth spurt with the revolutionary moment of punk was a momentous one for me. It’s a time in life when we crave independence, assert our individuality and search instinctively for our own personal identity. Punk laid an epochal transformation on a plate for me and I lapped it up.

My brother clung faithfully to the old guard. Not being the best-buddy kind of siblings, that probably only encouraged me to reject his record collection as I established mine along quite different lines. Yes logos were blotted out and by the end of the year I was artistically proficient in rendering The Jam’s spray-can design and even imitations of Jamie Reid’s ransom note lettering of the Sex Pistols, despite not actually owning anything by them at that point.

By the start of 1978 I was a mature and discerning fan of the new wave, ready to embrace the radical eclecticism spawned by the effective death (already!) of punk, symbolically marked by the final debacle in the brief career of the Sex Pistols that January. I had started listening to the John Peel Show and buying the NME and Sounds. From all of this a kind of philosophy emerged that has guided my cultural life ever since. Embrace the new, seek out the inventive and the innovative, the unconventional and the iconoclastic. Reject imitation and repetition, stasis and complacency, the status quo. Especially Status Quo.

In old wave parlance we might have said ‘Keep on runnin’ and ‘Don’t Look Back’. The music of Yes and Genesis and Pink Floyd was now most decidedly of the past and became dead to me. In the years since, I have discovered and come to love a great deal of music from that old, long-haired, flared-trousered past, from Neil Young and Joni Mitchell to Van Morrison and Bob Dylan. But I’ve never been able to go back to the prog. It now exists in my memory like a kind of dream, an unreal world of English whimsy, science fantasy landscapes and gigantic hallucinatory stage sets and light shows. It feels unconnected to any sense of reality or actual lived experience. I just can’t go back there.

Neil Young put it well on his 1979 album Rust Never Sleeps. In the song Thrasher he drew out an extended metaphor for restless artistic integrity. I searched out my companions, they were lost in crystal canyons”: I pictured them floundering in a Roger Dean landscape, though other kinds of crystals were probably involved. “It was then that I knew I’d had enough, burned my credit cards for fuel/Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand…”

“It’s better to burn out than it is to rust,” he sang on the opening track, My My Hey Hey (Out of the Blue), referencing ‘Johnny Rotten’. He wasn’t about to go all punk rock, but the point was clear.

In writing this piece, however, I realise I have potentially put myself in a difficult spot, as JC might dredge up something dreadful from Nursery Cryme or Tales from Topographic Oceans and I’ll feel compelled to listen to it, at risk of precipitating some kind of psychological flashback crisis. I recommend therefore that any of you who might feel similar trepidation ensure that you have a paramusical crash-team on stand-by, ready to administer a life-saving dose of 1977 by The Clash, or Art School by The Jam. Anything that delivers a full-bore shot of life-giving energy from that pivotal moment in popular music history. Anything that screams ‘keep on runnin’, or ‘don’t look back’.

mp3: T-Rex – Solid Gold Easy Action
mp3: Slade – Gudbuy T’Jane
mp3: SAHB – Anthem
mp3: Yes – Roundabout
mp3: Genesis – I Know What I Like
mp3: Pink Floyd – Great Gig in the Sky
mp3: Neil Young – Thrasher
mp3: Stranglers – Sometimes
mp3: The Clash – 1977
mp3: The Jam – Art School
mp3: The Adverts – New Church

Fraser

NO ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE WAS USED

First midweek day of a new month.  You should know what to expect by now.

mp3: Various – No Artificial Intelligence Was Used

The xx – Intro (long version)
The Passions – I’m In Love With A German Film Star
Cocteau Twins – Pearly Dewdrops’ Drop
The Cure – Primary (7″ mix)
Ladyhawke – Magic
Echo & The Bunnymen – Heaven Up Here
The Nectarine No.9 – Don’t Worry Babe, You’re Not The Only One Awake
Fatboy Slim – Weapon Of Choice
Cornershop – Sleep On The Left Side
English Teacher – Nearly Daffodils
The Pains of Being Pure At Heart – Young Adult Friction
The Magic Numbers – Love Me Like You
M.I.A. – Born Free
Bodega – Margot
The Saints – This Perfect Day
Sons & Daughters – Medicine

JC

 

AN IMAGINARY COMPILATION ALBUM : #384: FANATICA INDIE, CHILE

A guest posting by SWC (No Badger Required)

An ICA compiled by the best Radio Stations in the world– Part 1 – Fanatica Indie, Chile.

Recently, I have been having a recurring dream, no not that one involving Helen Baxendale and Usagi from Alice in Borderland, another one. In this dream, I am in the desert, walking blindly towards the horizon. My water bottle has pretty much run out, my feet are sore, I have a beard, and my hair has grown long and straggly.

As I stumble in no particular direction, I see something to my right, half buried in the sand and I stagger towards it, and then I dig using my hands and reveal a radio, an old crappy transistor radio like what my grandad used to listen to the racing results on, in fact it’s probably the same radio.

Then I usually slump on to the ground, exhausted and switch the radio on. There is nothing, so I whack it on the side and a stupid amount of sand falls out of it. Then I play with the volume and the tuner, there is static, then a crackle and then from nowhere there is the faintest chime of music, I turn the tuner a little more and the sound becomes clearer. Then I realise it’s the music of Ed Sheeran, and so I retune but every radio station that I find is playing the same sodding Sheeran song, and then I wake up shaking and covered in sweat. Man, its horrible.

Luckily, thanks, mainly to the Internet, or in my case an App on my phone, there are actually thousands of radio stations that we can now listen to and the chances are that at least one of them won’t be playing Ed Sheeran if you tune into them. I love the radio, and I often find myself tuning into radio stations from across the world for an hour or two just because I can.

Sometimes these radio stations are incredible, for instance there is a radio station broadcasting out of Debrecen that has a live gypsy punk band session every Wednesday evening at around 9pm (UK Time). There is another somewhere in deepest Alabama that only (or seems to) plays heartbreakingly beautiful acoustic country songs sung by females. It’s great because you simply don’t know what you are going to hear.

So, I have decided to do write something about the thrill of listening to brilliant music on the radio in the form of an ICA. I have asked my daughter to pick a number from 1 to 17 (that’s how many radio stations are on my favourites list) and whichever one she chooses I will make an ICA from the first ten songs that it plays. So, it could be awful, it could be amazing.

She picks number 8 – which has Fanatica, Indie written next to it. Fanatica Indie is based in Chile and I have written over at my own blog before about how great it is – you can find it on the Internet – it comes recommended. Here’s what it was playing between 8pm and 9pm (UK Time) on a Wednesday evening.

Side One – Made up of the first five tracks

High Pressure Days – Units (1980, 415 Records)

This kind of what I was talking about when I mentioned the thrill of the unknown, because I’ve never heard of Units before. Google tells me that they are synth pop pioneers from San Francisco. They are sort of brilliant as well. They sound a bit like Devo and a lot like OMD if that helps you out. ‘High Pressure Days’ comes from the debut album ‘Digital Stimulation’ and that too is excellent, as I have found out in the last few days.

Breakfast – Anteros (2015, Distiller Records)

Another band completely new to me. Anteros are an indie band from London and ‘Breakfast’ is taken from their second EP, which was also called ‘Breakfast’. They sound like Wolf Alice, which is no bad thing;  most of the female fronted bands that emerged in the teenie decade sounded like Wolf Alice.

World Is The One – Bel Air Lip Bombs (2023, Third Man Records)

A third new sound in a row. The Bel Air Lip Bombs are from Australia and they play a punchy, hook-laden brand of indie rock, and they are really really good. I’ve just listened to their debut record ‘Lush Life’ and it’s great, like what The Strokes would have sounded like if they had PJ Harvey fronting them

Telephone Baby – Delights (2021, Modern Sky Records)

The new bands keep on coming, this one though is not so great. Delights are from Manchester and they play radio friendly indie pop. They want to be Snow Patrol but they sound like Athlete.

Tripped – Whipping Boy (1995, Sony Records)

Side One ends with the best song played so far (although Units runs it close). I adore Whipping Boy and ‘Tripped’ is taken from their second album ‘Heartworm’ which just happens to be one of the best albums of the nineties. Totally ace.

Don’t you just love the radio.

Side Two – made up of the next five tracks.

Doomsday Prepper – Adult DVD (2024, Self Released)

Side Two starts with a relatively new track from Adult DVD. Now those of you who read my own nonsense of a blog, No Badger Required, will know how much I rate Adult DVD. They are put simply one of the finest new bands to have emerged in the last five years. To hear them being played on a radio station broadcasting in Santiago is just mind blowing.

One Thing – China Drum (1997, Mantra Records)

Next up we have China Drum. I love China Drum, but for some reason the choice of song annoys me. I think it’s because the Drum’s first album was just so good and their second (from which ‘One Thing’ is taken) just wasn’t.

Painting of My Time – Floodlights (2023, Self Released)

This is getting weird. Floodlights are an Australian band, they are excellent. Their music is post punk but with a dark pop edge. I really like them. What’s weird is that in November I saw them live on the same night as I saw Adult DVD and now here I am listening to them both in the space of eight minutes on a Chilean radio Show. It’s like they have tapped into my Amazon algorithm

Rain – Wunderhorse (2024, Communion Group Records)

Wunderhorse are next up, they are another rising indie rock band who released their second album ‘Rain’ last year. They have been compared to bands like Fontaines DC and early Radiohead. That sort of holds up. This has been a very good hour indeed (Delights and dodgy China Drum album track asides).

Laid – The Pains of Being Pure at Heart (2011, Painbow Records)

Yup, its that ‘Laid’. It’s a great version of it as well – it’s quite loyal to the original but hearing it sung by a female voice gives it something different and unique. Brilliant way to end the hour.

And there you have it. All things said, not a bad way to spend an hour on a wet Wednesday evening. I hope you enjoyed the music, because, well I’m doing the whole thing again next week, but then the music will come from a Belgian radio station that specialises in ‘Electropop’ – expect lots of Soulwax then.

 

SWC

CARNIVAL AGAINST THE NAZIS

A guest posting by Fraser Pettigrew (aka our New Zealand correspondent)

There’s a social media meme knocking about that says, succinctly, “If you’ve ever wondered what you would have done in Germany in the 1930s… you’re doing it now.” It’s a brutally accurate summary of our impotent inactivity in the face of 21st century fascists taking over the most powerful nation on the planet. Opportunities to resist seem absent.

Was it otherwise before? It may not qualify as much more than the equivalent of modern-day liberal hand-wringing, but in the late 1970s in the UK there was a thing called Rock Against Racism. It did what it said on the tin, got people out to enjoy some music while making their intolerance of racism loud and clear. RAR was formed in response to Eric Clapton’s obnoxious onstage racist outburst in 1976, and alongside the rise of the white-supremacist National Front in English politics.

RAR developed a strong connection with the Anti-Nazi League when the latter was formed early in 1977. Essentially a front organisation for the Socialist Workers Party, the ANL pulled together trade unions and community organisations to mobilise against the National Front, mounting counter-demonstrations that occasionally resulted in the actual shit being kicked out of actual fascists.

Given the typically self-satisfied and apolitical torpor of the musical old guard and the sometimes highly political new wave, it’s little wonder that RAR gigs were a roll-call of punk bands as well as the best in UK reggae. In April 1978 the RAR/ANL Carnival Against Racism in London saw over 100,000 march from Trafalgar Square, led by Misty in Roots on the back of a lorry, to Victoria Park in Hackney where The Clash, Steel Pulse, Tom Robinson Band and X-Ray Spex performed.

In July, a similar event took place in Manchester, and in August, Edinburgh’s branch of the Anti-Nazi League decided to ride the wave while Scotland’s elusive summer was still notionally operative, with a march and free gig at Craigmillar to be headlined by The Clash and primo reggae group Aswad, supported by various local bands.
I was then a spotty 15-year old with one gig under my belt (The Boomtown Rats) and the opportunity to see The Clash (for free!) was an irresistible lure. The politics were fine too, but the name of The Clash on the bill was what Rock Against Racism was all about, using the power of the music to get people out and pogo round the anti-fascist rallying post.

When Saturday 5th of August arrived it was a Scottish meteorological miracle – a fine, warm day! Before heading into town I had to make some adjustments to my embarrassingly flared jeans. I plundered my Mum’s sewing box for every safety pin I could find, turned my Wrangler loons inside out, pinned up the inside leg seam and turned the jeans back out again – voila! Instant drainpipes! An old waistcoat of my Dad’s was adorned with my meagre collection of punk button badges and off I went.
The crowd outside the Scottish Trades Union Congress offices on Hillside Crescent was not of London or Manchester proportions, a few hundred rather than thousands. There were a couple of big trade union banners and a small forest of SWP-standard blocky red and black printed placards saying down with that sort of thing and all the rest of it.

The shortest and most obvious route to Craigmillar was down the Bridges and Dalkeith Road but the police had other ideas, and we were routed around the far side of Arthur’s Seat, thus avoiding any chance of being seen by all but a tiny minority of Edinburgh’s population. Can’t have the good burghers exposed to filthy communistic propaganda such as ‘don’t be racist’ or ‘no nazis here’. They might take it personally.

It was a long walk on a hot day through mysterious parts of the city including the Craigmillar housing scheme, a notorious zone of poverty and social exclusion, or thugs and vandals to Edinburgh’s bourgeoisie. Residents spectated curiously as organisers with megaphones tried to get the crowd chanting lefty slogans as we neared our destination.

The venue was a small park, then known as Peffermill School sports ground, where the stage sat with a scruffy scaffold and tarpaulin roof on it, fronted with a big ANL banner. The park was about the size of two or three football pitches, a couple of food vans parked at the edge. Glastonbury it was not.

At this point people began breaking out of the march to nip through the numerous holes in the vandalised fence, rather than carry on via the gate which was acting as a bottle-neck and slowing everyone to a standstill. The SWP marshals tried to get everyone to stick together as one impressive column of anti-fascist determination. “Stay on the road! Solidarity comrades!” shouted one of them through his megaphone as the Clash fans flooded past him. Fuck solidarity, this is rock’n’roll, mate…

I was more concerned about rehydrating after the long march (nobody carried water bottles in those days), so I may have been queuing at one of the skanky food vans when the first band, Deleted, came on. I have no recollection of them, though I have discovered that in 1979 they changed name and became rather better known as The Visitors. At any rate, I was fully present for second act, The Freeze. I remember being impressed, the lead singer’s striking mop of blond curls cutting a distinctive figure, the music an intriguing step ahead from standard punk thrash, hinting at something more sophisticated and moody.

I never saw them live again, although I realise now that I was at another event they played the following summer in Ironmills Park in Dalkeith, with a bunch of local bands on the back of a single flat-bed trailer. Apparently The Freeze was one of them, but I must have run off home for my tea before they came on.

It was JC’s recent post on what became of that mop-haired singer that dredged up memories of this whole event. Until I read about Cindytalk I had no idea that The Freeze had any kind of afterlife. I found a download of one of their Peel sessions a while ago, but I always assumed they were amongst the multitude of musicians that simply had their brief moment and then went back to the day job.

I was thoroughly enjoying the next band too, more edgy, angular, post-punk strangeness. The singer was dressed all in pink and was even more provocatively weird than The Freeze.

This was Scars, and they were too provocative for the troglodyte hardcore punks who just wanted to skip straight to The Clash. Projectiles started flying towards the stage, full cans of juice and beer forcing some evasive action and bringing the MC onto the stage to call for calm. They tried to start again, barely three or four songs into their set. The bombing continued and regretfully they decided to depart. The drunken mob was not to be messed with.

Sadly, I never saw Scars again either, despite much gig-going in subsequent student years in Edinburgh. They were followed on stage by The Monos (from London) and then The Valves, both sufficiently robust and trad-punk in a pub-rock power-pop sort of way for The Clash fans. There was still some light-hearted projectile-throwing, but only filled rolls, one of which was deftly caught by the lead singer of The Monos who promptly munched into it. “Yum, cheese and onion, my favourite!” he quipped.

An uncomfortable, restive atmosphere persisted. I don’t know why, but there was a feeling that something was up. After The Valves, the MC came on stage and announced that a couple of members of The Clash had been arrested in London the previous day, had been unable to travel and therefore the band would not now be playing. As you can imagine, the response was not good. Missiles flew again. The MC braved the bombardment, tried to blame it all on the ‘fascist pigs’ and urged everyone to give it up for the next band. The punks were having none of it and steamed for the exit as briskly as they’d rushed through the fence a few hours earlier.

I wonder now if the timing of the announcement was cleverly tactical. The next band was Aswad, and perhaps the organisers feared for their treatment by the punks as the hour of The Clash neared. Spilling the beans meant they all pissed off and left the rest of us to enjoy a brilliant performance by the reggae stars. They must have wondered what the hell they were doing in the middle of such a shit-show, but they were utter professionals and we loved them.

For years afterwards I conflated in my mind the Clash’s non-appearance with the infamous pigeon shooting ‘guns on the roof’ episode, stupidly ignorant of the fact that the latter event took place months earlier. All the same, I wasn’t surprised when I finally learned that the whole story of an arrest and last-minute let-down was a complete load of bollocks made up by the organisers before the festival even happened. The Clash were never going to be there, and may never even have been invited. Their name was shamelessly appended to the bill just to get people to come on the march, to make a big show of support for the Anti-Nazi League and get a few more members signed up for the SWP.

It was an idiotic ploy, but perhaps in the end it served its purpose. Like all of RAR and ANL’s activity, it made people feel they were actively opposing racism and fascism and the visibility of the events bolstered the sense of a wide popular groundswell against the National Front. For all that the SWP were largely a bunch of dogmatic saddos, with the Anti-Nazi League they can at least be credited with building and driving a genuine surge against the far right. Undoubtedly that’s something we could sorely do with right now.

mp3: The Freeze – Psychodalek Nightmares
mp3: Scars – Adult-ery
mp3: Valves – For Adolfs Only
mp3: Aswad – Back To Africa

 

Fraser