Showing posts with label 1982. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1982. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

bl@ckhead


a curiosity only...

by deed of absurdist dissension, and conspicuously excluded from the 1984 Polydor release of Ian Dury & the Music Students' "
4,000 Weeks Holiday", the executive decision to derail the project as the result of craven faint-heartedness prompted two years of bitter sparring between Dury and his financiers. Fearing legal action from the estate of Enid Blyton, or merely reluctant to yield to contractual mutiny, the label insisted on maintaining its censorial stance.

Dury was incensed and unrepentant.

Superficially a 'critique' on children's television, Dury's invective seems driven primarily as the result of childhood exclusion and his inability to forgive those moral tzars for papering over the cracks. His later experience
as observer and educationalist seem to have infuriated him further. Provoked, presumably, by Blyton's inherent class and race division, and by the condescending remit of government licensed broadcasting in general, "Fuck off Noddy" is a return volley. The fury of a small child plagued by chanting bullies in the playground.

The chasm between projected ideal and reality.

Do I think he hit the nail on the head ?

Maybe. Not really. The BBC, virtually single handedly, wove my own security blanket as one of countless thousands of children regularly 'watched' by the box in the corner. A blanket with as many holes in it as unshakable convictions, maybe, it served both as genial babysitter and an eye into disturbing complexities revealed with little or no sentimentality.

Its impartiality in reporting current affairs. Its obligation to historical accuracy.

I am possibly as indebted to the BBC as any indoctrinated child of Stalin or
Mao, but I don't believe the proliferation of political correctness over the past two to three decades has served that model well.

Do I think Polydor was wholly unjustified in imposing nonsensical standards of 'decency' on its contracted artist ?

Absolutely. Fuckin' A. I think Ian Dury - architect of "Spasticus Autisticus" (banned by the BBC in 1981); confrontational pearly king - was rightly pissed at seeing a bunch of suits hop from one foot to the other and urinate over each other like chastened whippets while he tore at the muzzle. In fact, it was probably Polydor's tacit refusal to throw its weight behind anything explicitly controversial after "Spasticus Autisticus" gathered condemnation during the International Year of Disabled Persons which prompted Dury's intransigence with regard to "4,000 Weeks Holiday" in the first instance. Beyond that, he was almost certainly fueled by resentment at the music industry's wholly successful bid to typecast him as curmudgeonly eccentric and rogue.

Or his own collusion to that end. Well. We've all of us painted ourselves into a corner at one time or another.

The cosiest liberals who initially championed him as a model of social inclusion were quick to distance themselves when his awkward utterances deviated from their own self-serving script.


Is it offensive ?

Only in so far as marionettes have cause to suffer indignation.


And wait. If one chooses to employ that same invective now, say, to channel contempt on the worst excesses of 'reality' programming - as in the X Factor - I suggest this casual barbed dart has almost certainly passed its flight test.

Fuck off, Jedward. Fuck off, Louis Walsh.

graphic by barney bubbles, 1981.

† IAN DURY & THE MUSIC STUDENTS: FUCK OFF NODDY (UNRELEASED) from "4,000 Weeks Holiday" LP (Polydor) 1984 (UK)

† Music link deleted under public nuisance act (1957) 2 QB 169. Repeated play may soften one's brain and/or shower with splinters.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

for n-one

Kim Gordon: bass, vocals;
Thurston Moore: guitar, vocals;
Richard Edson: drums;
Lee Renaldo: guitar.

The 80's may have begun blandly, and gotten progressively blander still, but there was still proof positive under the swab that not everyone hankered to collaborate with Trevor Horn's bloated vision of a new era. A choreographed jackboot dance of all singing extras juggling day-glo fish, tied off with ribbon and lipglossed pouts.

I may have slipped into a coma for a while as all around me struggled to strike a coquettish pose, but Sonic Youth fashioned a dark fairytale on their debut EP which kissed me awake with the sleep of the dead grafted on one eye.

Borrowing from influences as remote as Joy Division and engineered by Don Hünerberg, who helped shape the Voidoids' "Blank Generation", this is the sound of cancer in remission. The disinterred rumblings of a runaway train.

Written, produced and arranged by Sonic Youth.
Engineered by Don Hünerberg.

Recorded and mixed at Radio City Music Hall (New York, NY, USA)
between December 1981 and January 1982.
Made in New York City.


▼ SONIC YOUTH: I DREAM I DREAMED from "Sonic Youth" 12" EP (Neutral Records) 1982 (US)

Friday, June 12, 2009

sulk

26,000,000
+ counting, eh ?

That's a lot of f@cking hits.

Well. I don't know about Susan Boyle. Or the c@nting Priory. Personally, I'd rather suspend my disbelief for Dundee's Billy MacKenzie. Just as patently ridiculous, but a tad dashed more handsome. And charismatic.


Pompous ? F@ck, yes; but unabashedly so. A bit like tartan f@cking shortbread, siblings. Hysterical ? Definitively. Like opera for soap junkies waiting impatiently for Brookside Close to stage a seige.

Apparently, an entire Scottish football team went down with Swine Flu while visiting Dundee recently on an away fixture. Interesting.

"Sulk", the long player which supported this 45, was the Associates 'Woolworths' album; ideally, it should have left point of sale wrapped in a free pair of leg warmers, or Ratners' vouchers at the very least. A major departure from the independently pitched "The Affectionate Punch" and "Fourth Drawer Down", this was Billy and Alan embarking on a clear strategy to court airtime and crash the charts. With Martha Ladly - of Martha and the Muffins - on backing vocals, the Associates immediately secured a string of Top 40 hits.

And promptly went off the rails entirely: an episode of tantrums and tiaras which allegedly cost WEA £250,000, and ultimately culminated in Billy MacKenzie's suicide in 1997, aged 39, on his father's allotment back in Auchterhouse.

Dundee Repertory Theatre this week staged a production based on Billy's saga, "Balgay Hill", named after the cemetery on the east coast where he was laid to rest. It opened on June 9th, and has already generated much positive coverage.


Alan Rankine: instruments;
Billy Mackenzie: vocals;
Michael Dempsey: bass; John Murphy: drums.

▼
ASSOCIATES: PARTY FEARS TWO from "Party Fears Two b/w It's Better This Way" 45 (Associates / Beggars Banquet) 1982 (UK)


BILLY MACKENZIE

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

trigger



Lou Reed (vocals, guitar); Robert Quine (guitar); Fernando Saunders (bass, background vocals); Doane Perry (drums).


Recorded at RCA Studios, New York, New York in October 1981. Produced by Lou Reed and Sean Fullan.

A slow burn and a party for one, best savoured if you can provide your own brittle kindling. And a measure of pure, cobalt contempt. There are seven open doors straight in front of you; only one mirror. Enjoy.

▼ LOU REED: THE GUN from "Blue Mask" LP (RCA) 1982 (US)

▼ LOU REED: THE BLUE MASK from "Blue Mask" LP (RCA) 1982 (US)

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Saturday, October 18, 2008

fiasco



halloween falls early this year. the alfred e. smith hammer memorial horror.

Yesterday was not a good day for me. While some Americans appear to be confused or fearful that they are slipping into Socialism by slow degree, or that Barack Obama is perhaps a communist or the son of the mad arab, Jor-El of Kal-El, I caught a programme on Channel 4 about the seemingly ever present "Muti" murders and mutilations which plague the most economically deprived rural regions in South Africa.

Muti is traditional African herbal medicine, but there is a darker side where human body parts - particularly the lips and genitalia of children - are prized as ingredients in ritual potions and talismans used to fleece the ignorant or sociopathic. There was an incident in London six years ago, too, where a young African boy's torso was recovered from the River Thames. If I remember correctly, the child's aunt was later charged in connection with his senseless slaying. Anyone who saw this episode of "Unreported World", ably presented by Ramita Navai, could not fail to have been crushed to some extent at the plight of the traumatised young boy, Fortune, as he posed awkwardly on his bicycle for the cameras while his father recounted how his son had been dragged into the bushes and mutilated at the hands of a predatory thug. All the more poignant as the father spoke in hushed English; as falteringly protective as any parent covering his child's ears.

I did not feel much like drinking or - most unusually - listening to music.

As I settled down to sleep later last night, I flipped on BBC Radio 4 - which after midnight rolls out in synch with the BBC World Service - and was treated to a forty year anniversary special on the Vietnam war's My-Lai Massacre from 1968. You are no doubt familiar by now with the awful chain of events which ignited international outrage. No matter how many times I hear a new account, there is always some freshly emerging horrific detail.

I could have simply flicked the channel, of course. It would not make much difference. Since then as international spectators we have endured countless other crises and atrocities. From the genocides in Yugoslavia and Rwanda to the ongoing madness in Darfur. It is not that nobody gives a shit, precisely. It is just that it keeps on occurring over and over again as part of the human condition.

All the more appalling then, to watch Obama and McCain exchange anecdotal pleasantries - to delighted applause - at the fiasco which was the Alfred E. Smith Memorial Foundation Dinner.

▼ CAPTAIN BEEFHEART: SKELETON MAKES GOOD from "Skeleton Breath, Scorpion Blush & Other Readings" CD (Bootleg) 1982 (US)

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Sunday, October 5, 2008

smoking in the dark cinema



"road sign". vietnam, 68-69. photograph by richard calmes.


From the last album to feature Mick Jones and Topper Headon prior to their departure; consensual and otherwise. Piano by Tymon Dogg. The working title for this - the follow-up to the triple LP, "Sandinista!" - was allegedly the more colourful "Rat Patrol from Fort Bragg".

Recorded at Ear Studios, London, September 1981; Electric Lady Studios, New York City, November 1981 - January 1982; Wessex Studios, London, April 1982. Mixed by Glyn Johns.

Know your rights. Contrary to public misconception, you have none.

▼ THE CLASH: DEATH IS A STAR from "Combat Rock" LP (CBS) 1982 (UK)

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